Chapter 776 Will the thorns blooming in the mountains be homesick?
Chapter 776: Thorns blooming in the mountains, will you miss home?
Mu Qinghuang......
The third child of Beizhou Mu's old uncle, he became famous in Jiuzhou at a young age and was the most promising martial artist among the younger generation at that time to reach the top of the martial arts.
She also has good medical skills, can help the world by hanging pots, and cure diseases and save people.
She also often carries a knife larger than a human and walks around trying it out.
When the road is rough, draw your sword to help.
As a general, you should not take care of yourself alone; you should use your own body to take risks and benefit the world at the same time.
At that time——
Mu Qinghuang often brought his little bodyguard, dressed in men's shirts and with jade crowns in his hair, like a romantic dandy, to the Nanyin Tower where there were many beauties to ask for a glass of flower wine.
When she was a teenager, "Xian Yi Ang Ma" shocked everyone and was the most intense appearance in the era.
However, such a living person disappeared one day without a trace.
The Mu Mansion in Beizhou was in full swing, and for decades, not even a corpse was seen.
It is true that the common people in the peripheral vassal states only know that Shenwu Zhenbeihou has an eight-foot giant sword that is invincible.
No one knows the name of this queen, it's like a secret hidden in the abyss.
Thinking of this, the smile on Chu Yue's lips became increasingly sad and bitter.
The once magnificent woman, the daughter of Mu Mansion in Beizhou, had her bones broken, inserted with silver needles, and lay in an ice coffin that never saw the light of day.
In the private seat, the old uncle looked at Chu Yue with a heavy expression.
After seeing the blood glass being passed down, he had absurd and bold thoughts in his heart.
Just like a bright lamp lit in the endless night.
Seeing that Chu Yue didn't speak, the old uncle pondered for a while and then said kindly: "Little Chu girl, come and have a cup of hot tea. I will find the Ghost Moon Palace to resolve the issue of the Blood Sect archers."
The girl is dressed in red, like a blaze of flames.
She was expressionless and calm, standing there without any response.
The old uncle was stunned for a moment.
Feng Beiyin and Qin Jinnian were nearby, and they felt that the atmosphere was a bit solemn.
"Little Chu girl?" the old uncle asked worriedly.
Chu Yue slowly raised her eyes, her eyelashes were dark and thick, but her eyes seemed dim.
She seems to have no desires and needs, but also seems timid about being close to home, hiding her turbulent emotions in the deepest part of her soul.
The old uncle twisted his gray eyebrows.
Every time he saw the girl's lonely and sad aura, his heart would ache like a twitch.
"Xiao Jinnian, I suddenly remembered that there are still a few uneaten apples in the room."
Feng Beiyin threw the melon seeds out, stood up, wiped his hands on Qin Jinnian's shoulders, and said worriedly: "My apples are from Hanyu. I don't know if they will be eaten by those from the underworld."
I ate it secretly, so I had to take a look."
Feng sadly said as he walked out, feeling a bit romantic and free and easy.
Qin Jinnian's eyes were calm and as clear as the sea. He nodded and followed Feng Beiyin's pace.
The two gradually moved away.
The old man stood in front of the window sill, looked at Chu Yue who was motionless, and said: "It's windy in the corridor, little girl, don't let the cold happen."
Chu Yue still didn't move.
The old uncle was quite worried, thinking that the Blood Sect archer had frightened her.
Just when the old uncle thought Chu Yue would not respond, the girl raised a bright smile, but her eyes were ice-cold, and her voice was cold and did not contain any warmth: "Old uncle."
The old uncle looked at her blankly.
"Mu Qinghuang is the mother of this junior and the Marquis of Zhenbei of Chang'an."
When she spoke, the girl was as calm as the sea without any ripples.
Her eyes were as calm as a dead pool.
The old uncle froze on the spot, his wrinkled face still maintaining the original expression, as if he hadn't reacted yet.
But only the old man himself knew that a stormy sea was surging inside his chest.
He stared at the young girl closely and wanted to speak, but found that he could not say a word.
The girl named Ye Chuyue in front of her is his granddaughter.
Even if he had expected it, it was not as real or shocking as this moment.
The old man vaguely remembered.
Many years ago, he heard it by chance.
There was a girl named Ye Chuyue who was kicked out of Shenxuan Academy. She kowtowed every three steps and left on her knees. She was the disciple on the misdeeds monument.
His granddaughter, in the days when she had no home, had to endure many hardships and hardships in the world, so that she could achieve today's success and fame, and meet him.
A ray of cool breeze outside the window blew the old man's white hair on his temples.
The old man's eyes filled with tears. He was shocked and painful at the same time.
The girl was so calm that he was at a loss what to do.
"child......"
The old uncle's face was full of pain, "You and your mother have suffered because of grandpa's fault. Grandpa only found you now and failed to take you home earlier."
The girl stood steadily beside the door lintel.
When the wind blows, she smiles toothily, and her black eyes are like paint, as if a bright dawn has bloomed.
She was clearly unruly and had limbs and bones as strong as an iron wall, but when she heard the old man's voice, her eyes filled with tears.
Tears slid down her cheeks and fell into her lips, but she smiled innocently and peacefully.
"Xuanyuan Xiu."
"Will the thorns growing in the mountains make you homesick?"