old friends return

Naturally, no one answered.

The subordinate waiting outside the door bent down and asked respectfully: "What is the master's order?" Cheng Muzhi looked around and asked, "Did you see Ah Yan?"

The subordinate was stunned for a moment, thought for a while and said: "This subordinate was waiting outside the door when it was just dawn, and did not see Mr. Xiao coming out of the room."

Cheng Muzhi's heart skipped a beat.

He waved his hand and told the subordinate to call Gao Xuan over.On the other hand, he went back to the room, sat down on the table in a daze, and rubbed his forehead with his hand. The thing he was most worried about...in the end, it happened...

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly glanced at the letter paper pressed under the teapot, and hurriedly clutched it in his hand, but Cheng Muzhi was stunned when he was about to open it, and he realized in a daze that he was so scared This is the point.

Finally opened it with trembling hands.

The above is still elegant and regular lowercase characters.

"Don't read it, don't look for it. All is well."

These eight words cut off all Cheng Muzhi's thoughts lightly and skillfully.

It turned out that all the worrying about gains and losses before was because of the closeness between them.

What flashed through my mind was the last sentence that the fortune teller said last night, "My heart is like thin ice, if you insist on doing it, you may hurt others or yourself."

Who was this sentence said to?Now that I think about it, it was probably to Ah Yan.Hurt others and hurt himself... He really didn't know what Ah Yan was planning.

The wooden door was gently pushed open by Gao Xuan. Seeing that Cheng Muzhi was still in a daze, Gao Xuan had to knock on the door a few more times.Only now did Cheng Muzhi realize that when he looked up, he saw Lin Anyou and Gao Xuan came in together.

Lin Anyou was very observant. He glanced around and saw that Liu Qingyan was not there. Coupled with what the subordinate said when he went to inform them just now, Cheng Muzhi looked distraught again, knowing that something had happened.Without waiting for Cheng Muzhi to speak, he said, "Master, do you want your subordinates to take someone to find Mr. Liu?"

Cheng Muzhi waved his hand, "No need. Since he's leaving, we won't be able to find him."

Get up and put away the letter paper.Liu Qingyan also no longer wears the jade pendant that Liu Qingyan gave him earlier, and put it away together.Facing the bronze mirror, he straightened his clothes and wore a high bun.

"Go to the training ground." Cheng Muzhi said to the two behind him.

An Ling's Ghost Array Army was training as usual.Cheng Muzhi watched for a while on the high platform, then suddenly turned over and jumped down, standing in front and leading everyone to train together.All blue and black clothes are moving very neatly on the martial arts arena.Darkfeather's banner rattled violently in the wind.

Cheng Muzhi led them to train for a day.

"Is the master still living here tonight?"

"Go back to the East Palace, and you have to go to court tomorrow." Cheng Muzhi took off his outer robe, took the towel handed over by Gao Xuan next to him, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.After tidying up casually, he told Gao Xuan and Lin Anyou: "From now on, Anling will not accept anyone in for five years, and will not allow anyone to leave. Unless it is dead, I don't want Anling to lack any one person."

"Also, be ready to go to the battlefield at any time." Cheng Muzhi looked at them and ordered calmly.

Gao Xuan and Lin Anyou looked at each other, knelt down on one knee and saluted, "Yes!"

Cheng Muzhi returned to the East Palace and lived in Liu Qingyan's house.

Although I told Gao Jin before that Liu Qingyan would not come back, but Gao Jin also asked someone to come and clean it every day as ordered, so it was very convenient to live in.

Liu Qingyan's house is simpler than he imagined.Although he always studied and reviewed with Liu Qingyan in this room before, it was only after he actually lived in that he realized that there were really no decorative items in Liu Qingyan's room except books and brushes.

There is also an inkstone that he gave away at Liu Qing's small crown ceremony before.It has never been used, and it was placed at the corner of the small table. The surface of the water-blue inkstone has been carefully polished and smoothed by long-term play, which is enough to show the owner's love for it.

Slowly, with a trace of sleepiness, Cheng Muzhi lay on the couch, and he seemed to be able to smell the soft and fragrant scent of Liu Qingyan's hair with the tip of his nose.

It's just...for consolation...

Ah Yan, you know, when you say everything is fine, it must mean that there will be a day when we will meet again.

Otherwise, it will be a day of trouble...

But she said that since Huang Wanrong was sent back by Cheng Muze on the night of Qixi Festival, she had made a private decision with him for life, she had been having trouble sleeping and eating for the past few days, always thinking about how to talk to her father about this matter.

After hesitation, he decided to speak directly to his father.Some thoughts that were still a little worried were all dispelled by a letter sent by Cheng Muze last night.

The maid beside her knew what was on her mind, so Huang Qingwen came to report to Huang Wanrong after going to court this morning, "Miss, the master is back, and now he is drinking tea in the front hall."

Huang Wanrong put down the handkerchief she was embroidering, got up immediately and was about to go there, and then realized that her appearance just now was a bit rude, and suppressed her excited mood, "Got it."

Kuan walked to the front hall and bowed to Huang Qingwenfu, "Father..."

Seeing that it was his precious daughter, Huang Qingwen wrinkled his old face with a smile, "Why did Rong'er come to the front hall to see Daddy on her own initiative today? Sit down."

Huang Wanrong clutched her handkerchief, sat at the lower position closest to Huang Qingwen, bit her lips and said to Huang Qingwen, "Daddy... my daughter wants to discuss something with Daddy."

Huang Qingwen looked at his daughter's reluctance to speak, and couldn't help but feel pity in his heart. The child's mother passed away early, and he brought it up with his own hands. In his current state, it's probably because his daughter's family has some thoughts, and it's hard to tell anyone. I came to find myself when I was so suffocated.

"But Rong'er has her own wishful husband, and asked her father to check for you?" Huang Qingwen joked casually.

It was a joke, but Huang Wanrong raised her head in surprise, "How does father know?"

Huang Qingwen's original smiling face was a little stiff at this moment, but he continued: "What's wrong? Which young master in this city does Rong'er like?"

Huang Wanrong shyly covered her mouth with a handkerchief and pursed her lips and smiled, happy in her heart, her father knew that he came here for this matter, so he had to talk about it, but if he wanted to talk about this matter, he would inevitably think of the incident on the night of Qixi Festival Not a very pleasant memory.

Thinking of this, Huang Wanrong's original joy faded away, and she said to Huang Qingwen in a thin voice, "Father, do you still remember how your daughter came back that night on Qixi Festival?"

How could Huang Qingwen not remember, but at that time no matter how much she asked Huang Wanrong, she refused to open her mouth. Huang Qingwen knew that something must have happened to his daughter, but she didn't want to talk about it, so he really couldn't bear to force her to ask something.

Huang Qingwen didn't speak, Huang Wanrong continued: "My daughter went out to play that night, but she was kidnapped by some bandits on the way." Huang Qingwen was furious when he heard this, and he was angry and worried at the same time, "Why? Didn't tell daddy at that time? Where did it hurt?"

"My daughter is fine, Daddy can rest assured." Huang Wanrong got up and sat next to Huang Qingwen, "Daddy, the one who saved my daughter that day was His Highness the First Prince."

The author has something to say:

The update time of "The Return of the Old Man" is revised: it will be updated at 5.30 pm every day from Sunday to Thursday, and it will be suspended for two days on Friday and Saturday.

I am very sorry everyone, due to too many chores recently, the writing time has been squeezed, so I need a buffer time every week, please forgive me.