The world is prosperous, come alone for Qinghan

Mo Nanfeng is actually quite a good guy. He is considerate and kind and will take care of others. He will not get angry if he is beaten or scolded. No matter how hard or tired he is, he will first consider the emotions of the people around him. Whatever errands, as long as he can do it by himself If he is clean, he will never bother others. In addition, he is handsome, strong in martial arts, and has a wealthy family.

It's just that such a good person, why doesn't Shen Qinghan like it?

Mu Feiyun got up before Mo Nanfeng in the morning. He thought that everyone was a man, and it was no big deal to lie in the same bed, but this Mo Nanfeng was just like a girl, coyly saying what he said at night He liked to talk in his sleep, grind his teeth, and writhe indiscriminately, so he jumped onto the beam and lay down by himself.

After putting on his shoes, Mu Feiyun looked up and saw Mo Nanfeng's leg hanging from the beam of the house. He got a bad idea, grabbed a pillow and threw it on his head.

Unprepared in his sleep, Mo Nanfeng screamed, "Mother", then waved his arms wildly but couldn't find his balance, and fell to the wooden floor with a loud 'plop'.

"Hahaha..." Mu Feiyun slapped his thigh while laughing.

Mo Nanfeng just scratched his head, rubbed his buttocks and got up from the ground. When he saw Mu Feiyun, he asked in a daze, "Get up, are you hungry? If you're hungry, I'll call Xiao Er." Bring breakfast."

Look, he is such a good-tempered man.

As long as you don't mention Shen Qinghan or recruit Shen Qinghan in front of him, then you can say anything.

Mu Feiyun said, "Whatever to give, go down and eat when you get up, hypocritical..."

Mo Nanfeng said with a smile, "Qinghan doesn't like to go to crowded places, and usually locks himself in the room when he has nothing to do..."

Mu Feiyun hated iron for being weak, "So you serve tea and water like a servant? Look at how promising you are."

Mo Nanfeng retorted, "How can this be said to be like a servant? I like Qinghan, so it's only natural that I take care of him."

Mu Feiyun said, "Emotions are mutual. If between you and Shen Qinghan, you are only paying unilaterally, then this is called love. At least this kind of love does not hold true on Shen Qinghan's side."

Mo Nanfeng, "..."

Mo Nanfeng curled his lips and said, "Hmph, I don't care. I said that if I like him, I will like him for the rest of my life. I like him whether he wants it or not. Besides, which eye of yours saw that Qinghan didn't like me? Didn't he stand up that day? Block the knife for me, plead with Ying Siyin for me?"

Mu Feiyun rolled his eyes and said, "Idiot."

Lin Yuexiao happened to knock on the door and said, "Are you two young masters up? Breakfast has been prepared downstairs, and we will wait for the two of you to serve."

Mu Feiyun casually got up and opened the door, "Here we come."

Mo Nanfeng insisted behind his back like a child, "Hmph, I just like Shen Qinghan, I just like Shen Qinghan, I just like it, I just like it, I'm mad at you, hmph."

When a few people went downstairs, Master Lin was already waiting at the dinner table, because last night after Lin Yuexiao said that these two might be able to help find the 'Medicine Fairy Valley', his attitude immediately changed from being a fickle dogleg stand up.

He was polite and greeted people with a smile on his face, but Mu Feiyun couldn't help frowning when he saw the table full of delicacies.

Mu Feiyun said, "You Lin family, do you eat this Huoxiang crucian carp and braised pig's trotters early in the morning?"

Master Lin hurriedly said, "Mr. Mu, if you can't eat strong food when you get up early, then I will go to the kitchen and order a bird's nest and white fungus?"

Mu Feiyun stretched out his hand and said, "No need, I'll just have a bowl of tremella soup."

So Mo Nanfeng immediately poured a bowl of tremella soup on reflex, and then pushed the soup bowl in front of Mu Feiyun, and said casually, "It's a bit hot, you can drink it after blowing it."

Mo Nanfeng was used to taking care of others, but this meticulous approach made Lin Yuexiao and Master Lin a little suspicious.

Doesn't Mo Nanfeng care about Shen Qinghan?It has been rumored in the Jianghu for ten years, now that Shen Qinghan left, this guy immediately turned around and chased after others?

Lin Yuexiao smiled awkwardly and said, "The relationship between the two young masters is really good. By the way, I forgot to ask yesterday. If the two young masters are not going to Hebei, where are they going?"

Mu Feiyun was about to say, does it have anything to do with you?

Unexpectedly, Mo Nanfeng replied indifferently as soon as his lips came out, "I heard that Ying Siyin didn't return to Hebei, so we plan to go to the imperial capital to find him."

"Xiaowenhou?" Both Lin Yuexiao and Master Lin were taken aback, and Master Lin hurriedly asked, "Young Master, you still want to go to Xiaowenhou? But don't go there. In the past six years, there have been rumors all over the world, saying that Xiaowenhou has fallen. When he came back to Youzhou, he obviously looked intact, so I'm afraid you can't change it."

Mu Feiyun sneered, "Who said he was going to pull people down? Didn't he just want to kneel down and beg people to see if they can show mercy and return Shen Qinghan to him?"

"What?" Lin Yuexiao and Master Lin were surprised at the same time.

As if feeling Mu Feiyun's dissatisfaction, Mo Nanfeng could only helplessly pat his head and said, "Ying Siyin has a weird temperament, I am really afraid that Qinghan will be in danger if he follows him, so I have to follow them all the way. "

Lin Yue said filially, "Marquis Xiaowen has always been famous for his eccentric temperament, but Mr. Mo knows that people who follow him, regardless of gender, unless they die, it is absolutely impossible for him to leave the Marquis of Jibei's residence again. Son?"

Mo Nanfeng shook his head. He wasn't usually interested in these messy private matters, he wouldn't inquire about them, and he wouldn't keep them in his heart, so naturally he didn't know.

When Mu Feiyun saw four people at a table, and two of them helped Mo Nanfeng, his mood improved. He folded his arms and said, "Mo Nanfeng, when Ying Siyin was 25 years old, , because his father is afraid of his gradually expanding power, so he turned to please him and gave him a woman, do you know?"

Mo Nanfeng shook his head again, "He has a wife? I don't know, shit, he has a wife and still bullies Qinghan?"

Lin Yue said filially, "I also know about this, and that woman gave birth to a son for him."

"What?" Mo Nanfeng almost jumped up, "He still has a son?"

Mu Feiyun snorted a few times and said, "The wife who is being married by the matchmaker of the Jibei Hou's Mansion, and the next young master of Jibei, her seat is more secure than your Shen Qinghan's."

Mo Nanfeng stammered, "But..."

Master Lin said, "Mr. Mo, the speed at which Marquis Xiaowen changes new favorites is beyond your imagination. Mr. Shen may be attracted to him in some places, so he will follow for a little longer than other people. Some, but the old man still hopes that you can understand that whether Ying Siyin likes it or not, as long as you follow him, no one will end well in the end."

Lin Yue said filially, "According to the rumors in the world, the wife of Marquis Xiaowen, when he left the imperial capital and returned to northern Hebei, was personally known by him within the palace walls."

Mu Feiyun said, "No one knows whether his son is dead or alive, and the locals in northern Hebei have never seen this little duke before. Anyway, if you expect Ying Siyin to show mercy, you might as well expect money to rain from the sky." Woolen cloth."

What these people said, they were persuading Mo Nanfeng overtly and covertly, telling him that Shen Qinghan was unlucky anyway, with such a person who could even deal with his own wife and children, it was almost hopeless for the rest of his life , you still don't expect yourself to impress him, and then he can return him to you. With Ying Siyin's temper, he would rather be broken than whole. Even if he doesn't want it anymore, then Shen Qinghan is definitely a With the word 'dead', it is absolutely impossible to say anything and come back.

Thinking that it is better to persuade three people than one person, when Mu Feiyun felt that Mo Nanfeng could always listen a little bit, he saw that the point in that guy's ears was not at all. The desk stood up.

"No, Qinghan is really wronged to follow that man like this. If you say he is sincere, I can still feel a little bit of comfort in my heart, but he is clearly bullying."

Mu Feiyun, "..."

Mu Feiyun shook his head helplessly and greeted Lin Yuexiao and Master Lin, "Forget it, this one is a fool, eat and eat."

But where could Mo Nanfeng eat? He ran back to the room in a hurry, took his luggage and came down to bid farewell to everyone, "Feiyun, I can't go with you, it's too dangerous, I can't drag you down, but Qinghan is more dangerous, and I can't just watch him face such a big devil day and night. Whether it's life or death, I must see him and take him away. If he can't, then I will go with him die."

Mu Feiyun shook his hand three times while holding the bowl.

In the end, before he could get up and reach out to grab someone, he saw that fool Mo Nanfeng bumping into others as soon as he turned around, probably because of the brute force of his martial arts practice, but the gentle and elegant young man behind him staggered backwards. After a few steps, I couldn't stand firmly at last, and with a 'crash', I fell happily with the dinner plate on the table next to me.

"Ah..." Mo Nanfeng immediately ran to help someone like a child who got into trouble, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I didn't hurt you."

Mu Feiyun also followed, but he didn't stretch out his hand to pull anyone. He just stared at the young man who fell to the ground. The handsome young man was stunned. , a white-faced folding fan was inserted obliquely at his waist, his fingers were long and slender, and his skin was as thick as fat. Just looking at his fleshy figure, it was enough to compare with that of Shen Qinghan.

He didn't mean to be angry when he was hit by someone, but asked Mo Nanfeng to help him up politely.

Mu Feiyun stepped forward and dragged Mo Nanfeng back, "Idiot, I'll find a place where no one is around and tell you about it later. I'm reckless and incomprehensible. If you say you're such a fool, Shen Qinghan will tell you." To hell with liking you."

The young man in white bowed his hands gracefully and said, "It is fate to meet each other. I see that the young men are all rich and noble. They must not be ordinary people. I wonder if we can make friends?"

Mu Feiyun resolutely refused, "No."

Lin Yue said filially, "Thanks to your great love, we are just passers-by. We will leave here today and tomorrow. Even if we become friends today, we probably won't have the chance to see you again in the future."

"Oh? Really?" The young man in white raised his eyebrows and smiled, then said, "It just so happens that I'm just a passer-by."

Mo Nanfeng asked, "You are also a passerby, so where are you going?"

The young man in white said, "The imperial capital of Xiyin."

Lin Yue said filially, "That's really a coincidence, we are not going in the same direction as the young master."

Even Lin Yuexiao could tell that this guy had a different identity. Mu Feiyun really didn't know how Mo Nanfeng, the number one junior in the world, got his name. It's just this fool who has been in the Central Plains for so many years, how can he not be taken by human traffickers? He went to sell it because his ancestors had accumulated virtue.

The young man in white said, "Really? But how did I hear that some of them are going to Yaoxian Valley to seek medicine, and some are going to the imperial capital to save people?"

"Who are you?" Mu Feiyun stepped forward and stopped everyone behind him.

The young man in white threw back his folding fan and covered his face with a smile, "My husband will change his name and surname, Qingfeng Luo Yutang, Han Li."

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