palm order

Chapter 289 Equivalent to Ming Pai

"It's you? You almost ruined the master! I don't need your fake kindness to save me."

The woman was weak and stubbornly crawled forward, away from Landlord Mu.

She recognized that the person who planned to save her was the current king of Fujian.

Those who have been following the daughter of the Yang family or who have been bodyguards, few people know that the landlord Mu is related to the master.

She happened to be one of the insiders.

Back then, Landlord Mu was a student from a poor family, and those who were not named Landlord Mu were the only heirs of Da Neng.

With his demeanor and appearance, he made the master look at him differently.

There are so many outstanding young men who admire their master, but the master just——

At the beginning of all tragedies, Landlord Mu was late several times. It wasn't the master's fate, he almost killed the master.

Later, Landlord Mu became Mu Beixuan's third younger brother, his own younger brother.

Because of misunderstanding and resentment, he completely broke up with his master and married the daughter of a concubine.

It made those who knew the inside story even more hostile to Landlord Mu.

The master is their belief, and the landlord Mu almost destroyed the master.

Landlord Mu sighed faintly, and held the woman down to help her regulate her meridians.

"Xiao Lin continues to be stubborn and refuses to be rescued by me, and your master has lost another caring and loyal bodyguard.

Rather than waiting for your master in heaven, it is better to accompany her in the world. "

Landlord Mu's voice was a little more helpless, with a hint of distress.

"There are very few people around her, next time you die for her, I will never stop Xiao Lin.

After all, the Jiang family—”

Landlord Mu withdrew his hand on Xiaolin's dantian, stood up slowly, looked through the woods at the palace waiting for glory, his lips curled up mockingly, "Jiang's is not worth Xiaolin's life."

Landlord Mu turned and left as quietly as he came.

"Mu—Landlord Mu."

Xiao Lin barely propped himself up, leaned against the tree slowly, and looked at the back of Landlord Mu:

"Have you found it? Where did Young Master Yang leave you? Young Master Yang lied to the master, making him think that the young master died due to a difficult delivery, and the master cried for a long time—"

Landlord Mu didn't stop on his feet, let alone pay attention to Xiao Lin.

If he couldn't find it, he would have nothing to say to her, let alone the broken relationship as today.

Until now, Landlord Mu still suspects that she deliberately pretended to abandon her son that day.

Any woman in the world may be swayed by love and hesitate for love.

Love includes the relationship between men and women, between mother and child, even between parents, and the admiration of subordinates for her.

Only she can't!
Xiao Lin was the first person she followed, but in order to achieve her goal, she resolutely sent Xiao Lin to die!
Landlord Mu can never believe that a woman is more ruthless than himself. He used to faintly feel that he would die at her hands sooner or later!

Even to A Yang - she can do it.

It's just been a little bit better recently.

If he or Mu Yang continues to hinder her, the end will not be very good.

The only person who can fight with her is the emperor.

So, neither Landlord Mu nor Mu Yang can sit on the throne? !
Not ruthless enough, not cruel enough.

Landlord Mu believed that Concubine Yang had cried bitterly, and all her affection was melted in that bitter cry.

After crying, she became stronger and more heartless.

There is only awe for her now, and it is difficult to have any affection for her.

He couldn't go on falling in love with a woman who had no heart and no response.

In Prince Jing's Mansion, Landlord Mu's footsteps were suspended, precarious, barely moving forward, he didn't even have the strength to lift his eyelids.

Walking is nothing more than instinct.

"Uncle Three..."

As soon as Mu Yang made a sound, Landlord Mu fell forward as if his balance had been broken.

Mu Yang could only catch him, thinking he was just pretending, after all, it is impossible for the third uncle not to know about the palace.

However, when Mu Yang saw Landlord Mu's exhausted face, he felt his third uncle's pulse subconsciously, and said angrily:

"Are you looking for death? I just finished my uncle's funeral, and I don't have the heart to send you a funeral. You can't enjoy flowers, drink, or flirt with women in your spare time."

Landlord Mu: "..."

Mu Yang bent down to pick him up and ran towards the quiet room.

There is a formation around the quiet room, and it is impossible to enter easily. Landlord Mu's heart is in disorder, and there are signs of falling.

Falling from the mirror of the master, no matter how difficult it is to survive in this life, perhaps it will continue to fall until it dies suddenly.

"You think you have my talent, and find another way to take the martial arts path again, and you will die by yourself, and don't—" die in front of him.

Mu Yang tightened his grip on the flute, he really didn't want to care about the third uncle, after all he couldn't be ruthless...

It seems that he was struck to death by lightning while holding the body of Landlord Mu? !

It must be because he didn't sleep well these days, Mu Yang put aside the absurd thoughts in his mind.

He hasn't married Yunwei yet, so he won't find death to fight against Tianlei.

Landlord Mu stared at Mu Yang stupidly, giggling silly, extremely satisfied.

Dayou died at this time, and he no longer has any regrets.

Mu Yang put the flute to his lips and played the clear music. The sound of the music hit his ears. Landlord Mu stuffed a few pills into his mouth and sat cross-legged.

Or don't die!

He is not afraid of death.

Fearing that if he died, Concubine Yang and Mu Yang would have endless quarrels.

He never thought he could hide it from Mu Yang.

Landlord Mu felt sad, and both of them thought they were easy to bully.

If he dies, Concubine Yang and Mu Yang will both cry!

Concubine Yang is stubborn and ruthless, while Mu Yang is affectionate and ruthless. Without him, who is the most stupid and kind person, they really can't do it.

With pills and music to heal his wounds, Landlord Mu's complexion gradually improved a lot.

When the music stopped, Mu Yang walked in to feel the pulse of Landlord Mu, frowning, "Who did you give your true energy for many years?"

"..."

"You don't tell me, do you? If I find out——"

"Concubine Yang."

Landlord Mu was very honest, he grabbed Mu Yang's wrist with his backhand, "Don't trouble Concubine Yang, I did it voluntarily."

"Who can draw true energy from the Grand Master if it's not voluntary? The third uncle is really generous. Father asked for your divorced wife, and you also want to seduce Father's woman?"

"Concubine Yang has never been the emperor's woman!"

Landlord Mu looked up at Mu Yang, and argued, "Jiang Shi is not my woman either. Although I don't like what my second brother has done, he touched Jiang Shi because he believed that Jiang Shi and I were innocent."

Mu Yang pursed his lips, "What's the matter with you and Concubine Yang? Since I asked, I want to tell the truth, don't fool me."

"It's not that I don't agree with you, but I don't know what to say. It's a bad debt. Anyway, this time I have paid back what I owed her."

Landlord Mu said earnestly, "As for the sour-sweet past, you don't want to hear it either."

"The child that Concubine Yang fell from back then is yours?"

"No, don't talk nonsense, I don't!"

Landlord Mu quickly denied it, looking into Mu Yang's clear eyes, A Yang should have guessed it.

His heart ached and he felt empty, "Ah Yang?"

"Don't—I don't want to hear it."

Mu Yang walked out of the quiet room quickly, and slapped his forehead hard. He also had times when he was so timid and hesitant.

Mu Yang asked someone to bring out a steed and knocked on the gate of the southern city with King Jing's token. Mu Yang rode around half of the capital to Wanping County alone.

"Why did you suddenly..."

Yun Wei stood at the door, Mu Yang's clothes were neat and her hair was not messed up, but Yun Wei could feel Mu Yang's panic and sadness.

Mu Yang's cold eyes in the past were deep and deep, absorbing the soul.

"come on in."

Yunwei stopped talking nonsense, grabbed Mu Yang's hand and led him into the room, "It happens that there is soup stewed in the kitchen, I can't drink it anymore, please help me drink it."

Yun Wei pushed Mu Yang to sit down, and naturally placed her hands on Mu Yang's shoulders. The palm of her hand felt the hardness of his muscles. His whole body was like a tight bowstring. With a little more force, it might break.

She wondered what could provoke Mu Yang into such a state?
It was definitely not caused by the letter she sent the owl to Mu Yang.

Yun Wei lightly pressed Mu Yang's shoulder, and said with a light smile: "There is a kind of fat that your mother thinks you are fat, and there is a kind of fat that your mother clearly thinks you are fat, and she prepares you a dessert that you can't do without eating.

The most contradictory thing in this world is maybe mother's love. "

Mu Yang lowered his head and stared at the dessert in his hands. The sweet smell even overwhelmed Yunwei's body fragrance. He ate the dessert spoon by spoonful.

The sweet taste dispels many grievances and resentments.

Yun Wei felt that she seemed to have said the wrong thing. She wanted to let Mu Yang relax, but instead hurt Mu Yang again.

It's not easy for her. She is surrounded by capable people, but all of them have ridiculous diseases. It's better to be ordinary people.

Yun Wei sat beside Mu Yang and said, "I have something to ask."

"Ok?"

Mu Yang raised his eyebrows and suddenly woke up from his thoughts.

Yun Wei sighed secretly again, Mu Yang's illness was the most serious one.

He instinctively didn't want anyone to pry into his scars.

Yunmo and the others have their own problems, but they are willing to accept Yunwei's treatment.

Mu Yang seems to be trying hard to let Yun Wei into his heart, but the instinct he has cultivated over the years is to resist.

She just loves him. People with Mu Yang's experience from childhood to adulthood have instinctive defenses and will not trust anyone easily.

"I want to pretend to be a soldier and invigilate the exam. Of course, I swear I won't help the candidates cheat and just watch my father take the exam."

Yunwei's voice is very soft, if you beg for help, you have to have the attitude of begging for help.

"Ayang help me, I'm counting on you, Ayang."

She grabbed Mu Yang's hand and rubbed it on her cheek. The soft and smooth touch made Mu Yang's eyes shine brighter, and it was no longer silent.

"You know my father's level. He is sure to win. When Shi Wenkui fell on a small problem, he was too wronged."

Yunwei found a way to treat Mu Yang, and she was not in a hurry to live in Mu Yang's heart, it was better for La Muyang to come out and see more people.

Mu Yang said, "The last step in treating Mr. Yun is for you to accompany him to the exam?"

"Ah Yang is so smart!" Yun Wei leaned over and once again lamented that Mu Yang's eyelashes are thick and long, "Reward one, bah."

She kissed Mu Yang, then backed away quickly, covering her mouth, her eyes curled up, like a cat who stole a dried fish.

What else could Mu Yang say?
Of course it is - wait for the next time to ask for a reward.

"Okay, I'll make arrangements."

Mu Yang couldn't refuse such a good deed, so he squeezed Yun Wei's hand tightly, feeling somewhat apologetic in his heart.

Yunwei is too smart, so she might not be able to see what's on her mind.

But he is not stubborn to disagree with Yunwei, but the third uncle and Concubine Yang, him, Auntie, the emperor, etc. are really a mess, and a thread cannot be pulled out.

"In a few days, I will enter the palace to be a female husband."

Yunwei pointed to the clothes on the side tray, "I really can't shirk it. I heard that there are quite a few female students who are older than me and have more noble backgrounds than me."

"You just teach as you like, whoever despises you, you tell me."

"What? Will the prince avenge me?"

Yunwei sometimes likes Mu Yang's domineering, happy to be protected by her sweetheart.

Mu Yang nodded and said, "I'll see you to convince them."

Yun Wei: "..."

The corners of Mu Yang's lips were raised, he was depressed and didn't know who to vent his anger to, and it was much easier.

Mu Yang's temperament is tough and stubborn, and he is very closed. He doesn't need others' guidance and comfort.

He doesn't even need other people to help him make up his mind, Yunwei can accompany him for a while, and he can figure it out or let it go by himself.

The next day, Yunwei called Chu Xiao to stop, handed over a stack of thick papers, said without raising her head, "Put these questions in the basket and send them to Jiang Mingxi together."

Chu Xiao's eyes lit up, "This—"

"It's just some simulation questions that my father has done, not exam questions. My father will give these questions to the students who come to ask for advice every now and then."

The brush in Yunwei's hand never stopped, as if doing an insignificant thing:
"Jiang Mingxi can make good use of these topics, and her life in Dong's house will be easier. However, you go and tell her that she will not be allowed to come to the door to give gifts in the future."

Chu Xiao nodded repeatedly, stuffed a stack of exam papers into the basket, and hurried to Dong's house.

Yunwei laughed at herself, she was not a good person yesterday, saying that she does not have the gene of kindness and generosity.

Sending Jiang Mingxi some exercises today, I still feel soft-hearted.

Seven days after leaving the court, the emperor went to the court to listen to the performances of all the officials and ministers. After dealing with the important affairs, the emperor hurried to Zichen Palace.

Wan Niangniang sewed the embroidery on her hands, ignoring the emperor walking back and forth in front of her.

"You made autumn shirts for Ah Yang again? He has already opened a palace. Over the years, I have rewarded him no less than Ah Chen. There are many girls who want to make clothes for him."

"Well, Your Majesty is right."

"On the other hand, Ah Chen, I didn't see you sewing. You are an elder, so take the initiative. Ah Chen is not hard-hearted, and I will definitely treat you as my mother."

"Well, the concubine listens to the emperor."

Wan Niangniang responded casually, she would not refuse to make clothes for Mu Yang just because of the emperor's words, nor would she warmly stick to the eldest prince just because of the emperor.

The emperor sighed again and again, looking forward to Wan Niangniang's question, so that he could open his mouth accordingly.

However, Wan Niangniang suddenly became stupid, she no longer had a tacit understanding with the emperor, and did not give the emperor any eyes.

In the end, the emperor walked up to Wan Niangniang, took the clothes from her hand, and threw them aside.

Only then did Wan Niangniang raise her eyes, her peaceful eyes were full, like a ray of clear spring reflecting the figure of the emperor.

"What does Your Majesty want to say to your concubine?"

"When I was chanting scriptures for the emperor's father in the nunnery, I fell ill. Thanks to a nun who took care of me, I was with her—she became attached to me, and broke the practice."

The emperor didn't dare to look at his shadow in her eyes, because it must be embarrassing, embarrassing, even dirty.

Half turned around, the emperor looked out the window at the gradually blooming crabapple.

"I can't give up on her. I want to take her into the palace and make her a concubine. How about making her a beauty if she is a high-ranking concubine?"

(End of this chapter)