[Master] Why is a hometown

In order to sort out the astonishingly large dowry in Feng Mansion, Yuan Wuxiang and Mu Xinyuan were really busy for a while.

Consumables such as medicinal materials and fine wine still have a place to store them. Books and the Four Treasures of the Study are barely stuffed into the original study room, but there are too many jewelry and ready-made clothes, and most of them are the clothes of Jiangnan ladies, which are more than exquisite but not practical. When I picked them out, I only picked out a few suitable ones, and I was always worried about a few big boxes.

Yuan Wuxiang just removed a box of calligraphy and painting antiques, saw her standing aside in a daze, and asked, "Why is Ah Yuan frowning?"

Mu Xinyuan sighed helplessly: "I can't wear so many clothes for 20 years, so I might as well give them to Zhixia."

"Hmm..." Thinking of Lingxi Zhixia's usual love of martial arts and boxing, Yuan Wuxiang couldn't help laughing, "If these clothes are worn on Junior Sister, I'm afraid it will make her feel uncomfortable."

"... That's true. Hey, I told Lao Mo a long time ago, there is no need to waste money, how can I use it?" Mu Xinyuan picked up a Luojing wide-sleeved skirt with a little disgust: "Don't talk about walking in the rivers and lakes. , even at home is not practical.”

Yuan Wuxiang followed her movements and glanced at the long skirt.As a man, he neither understands nor pays much attention to these women's items. At a glance, he only feels that the long skirt has wide sleeves and long sleeves, and the waist is tight.

"Cough, it's really not very practical."

——You can foresee it just by thinking about it. After wearing it, you should not make too much movement. The inconvenience of movement is the second. If you are not careful, you may be seen where you should not be seen.

Mu Xinyuan didn't know what Yuan Wuxiang was imagining, shook her head and folded the wide-sleeved skirt and pressed it into the bottom of the box, regretting: "It's all tailored to my body shape, so it's hard to give it away. It's so expensive, how about Prepare more herbs and seeds for me."

"If you can't deal with it, let's put it away for now." Yuan Wuxiang was also quite helpless: "There are still some things here, you can see if you want to use them."

Mu Xinyuan followed him into the study room, but saw a piano and a violin on the table, only the materials and workmanship were known to be extraordinary.

Yuan Wuxiang stretched out his hand and touched the strings of the piano lightly, and inadvertently made a soft sound, which circulated in the room soothingly.

"I'm not good at music, I think it's something Steward Mo prepared for you. It's just that I've never seen you play the piano, so I'm curious."

Yuan Wuxiang spoke sincerely, but Mu Xinyuan wanted to support his forehead, and said helplessly, "I... am not good at having fun either."

"Huh? Then why..."

Mu Xinyuan could not be bothered to bluntly say that cultivators don't understand the style, so she stepped forward and carefully put the two treasures into the matching wooden box, pursed her lips and explained in a low voice: "This is a lucky item, specially prepared for newcomers."

——Gifted to the newlyweds, implying "harmony and harmony".

Yuan Wuxiang made a few turns in his head before he realized it, he was a little embarrassed and laughed at the same time: "We are not good at having fun, so don't we want to waste it?"

Mu Xinyuan also couldn't help joking: "There are many people who are good at entertaining in both Confucianism and Taoism. I have seen many Taoists in the past accompanied by elegant utensils, but I have never seen anyone having fun in Daozhen. It's really strange."

"Ha..." Yuan Wuxiang thought for a while, Daozhen seems to have very few fellow Taoists who like musical instruments: "Maybe it's because of the lack of atmosphere."

"Qin and Se are all that matters, and no one likes other musical instruments..." Mu Xinyuan murmured to himself, and a sly smile suddenly flashed in his eyes: "Master Yuan, why don't you learn it from scratch, so as not to let such a rare product go unused?" dusty."

"Yeah, Yuan, don't make fun of me, I don't have this talent. But if you want to learn, Yuan, I will strongly support you."

Mu Xinyuan couldn't help laughing out loud: "Forget it, we're half-baked. Just let them be idle, and it's not a bad idea to give them to someone who is destined in the future."

Yuan Wuxiang blurted out: "You can leave it to the children."

Mu Xinyuan's smile froze, a blush gradually appeared on her face, and her tone lowered unnaturally: "I think so much."

Only then did Yuan Wuxiang realize what he had said, and coughed uncomfortably: "Well... A Yuan, what do you plan to do with the remaining calligraphy and paintings?"

"It's also impractical, so I packed it and sent it to a friend of the Confucianism Sect for safekeeping."

"it is good."

Yuan Wuxiang started to be busy again, Mu Xinyuan watched his back, feeling a little depressed.

——Her physique is too weak, and she may not be able to conceive in this life; even if she conceives, she may not be able to keep it.

Yuan Wuxiang should be an unintentional remark, but she was inevitably a little bit disappointed; after thinking about it, her life expectancy will end, and it is unexpected to be associated with Yuan Wuxiang, so how can she expect to stay behind?

Thinking of this, the low mood gradually calmed down.

Live in this world, let's live it well, don't ask for trouble.

Although there is no music as a companion, life is also different.

When the cock crowed, Yuan Wuxiang had already gotten up to practice Qi and sword, while Mu Xinyuan was still in a deep sleep.

In the early morning light, Mu Xinyuan prepared breakfast, took care of the medicine garden, or sorted out medicinal materials, and prepared various medicines. Yuan Wuxiang just came back for dinner.

Occasionally, common people came to seek medical treatment. Yuan Wuxiang didn't want Mu Xinyuan to be too tired, so he made an agreement with them not to wait after noon.As time passed, everyone also knew that Dr. Mu was not in good health, so he didn't go beyond the rules.

This kind of life is pure and leisurely, and the years are quiet and good.

Yuan Wuxiang was delighted to notice that Mu Xinyuan did not seem to be vomiting blood as frequently as in the past. As Mu Shaoai said, even if he is sick, if he lives calmly and leisurely, he can relieve a lot.

Thinking of this, Yuan Wuxiang feels a little relieved—this at least shows that A Yuan lives with him without too many worries.

That is the best.

Another day, Yuan Wuxiang was invited by Baopuzi to go to Yuanzong Liuxiang to assist in the affairs of the church. When he returned, he heard a woman whimpering in the misty rain and setting sun, and was startled.

In the courtyard, a man stood with his hands behind his back with a cold expression on his face, a woman knelt down and cried bitterly, Mu Xinyuan sat aside cautiously, her lips were tightly pressed, and her face was a little ugly.

"A Yuan?" Yuan Wuxiang hurried to Mu Xinyuan's side, separating her from the woman.

Seeing his return, Mu Xinyuan heaved a sigh of relief, but she was still a little unhappy, and whispered: "You are back."

"Are you homeless?"

The cold and serious man asked with a straight face.

Yuan Wuxiang turned around and looked at the two unknown guests, nodded and said: "This is Yuan Wuxiang. I don't know your Excellency..."

"Yuan Wuxiang, he is my master." Mu Xinyuan refused to talk to the woman, and introduced the man's identity to Yuan Wuxiang.

Yuan Wuxiang was slightly startled, met the eyes of the person who came, and saw that the person was looking at him probingly, hurriedly saluted, but didn't know how to address him.

The other party retracted his scrutiny first, and said with deep eyes: "Just call me 'Valley Master'."

"...Yes, Master Gu. Excuse me..." Yuan Wuxiang turned to the crying woman, wanting to ask about the situation.

"For those who have nothing to do with it, don't pay attention to it." Feng Guzhu glanced at the woman in disgust: "I have finished what I have to say, before my patience is exhausted, hurry up and get out, and I am not allowed to appear in front of A Yuan from now on."

"Woo...yes." The woman's eyes were red and swollen, and she turned to Mu Xinyuan with the last hope: "Ah Yuan..."

Mu Xinyuan turned her face sideways to avoid her gaze: "Madam, please."

"Forgive me, Ah Yuan...!" The woman covered her face with her sleeves, sobbing.

"roll!"

Master Fenggu flicked his sleeves, and directly pulled him out of the Misty Rain and Setting Sun.

After dismissing the annoying troubles, Mu Xinyuan forced a smile: "Master, I'll make you tea."

"It should be thicker." Master Feng Gu said concisely, lifted his clothes and sat down on his own, glanced at Yuan Wuxiang from the corner of his eye, and said with a bit of discomfort: "Sit."

"Yes."

As soon as Mu Xinyuan left, the atmosphere suddenly condensed. Yuan Wuxiang had an easy-going personality, and now he didn't know how to speak to the frost-faced old man.

——From the standpoint of the other party, if you marry your own girl while you are not at home, you will inevitably feel resentful, right?

Thinking of it this way, he actually felt a little inexplicably funny.

Feng Guzhu took the initiative to break the silence: "That person just now is A Yuan's mother."

"Huh?!" Yuan Wuxiang took the opportunity to interface: "It's not about A Yuan's parents... May I ask Master Gu, what happened when she came to the door now?"

"It seems that Mu Shaoai has already told you about A Yuan's life experience." The corners of Feng Gu's eyes and brows were cold: "A Yuan's elder brother has passed away, and now they want to redeem their relationship."

"This..." Yuan Wuxiang's complexion changed slightly, and he remembered that she was A Yuan's biological mother after all, and he didn't say anything harsh: "This is something that can't be avoided."

"I've never seen such a brazen person." Feng Guzhu was not polite: "I agreed to bring her here this time, but it was A Yuan's brother who wanted to convey his last words, and she turned on her face. From now on, she Will not appear, if she dares to appear again, you know how to deal with it."

"Yes, the junior knows."

"A Yuan is weak, don't make her too tired."

"Yes."

Feng Guzhu finally raised his face and gave Yuan Wuxiang a serious look: "You are the one chosen by A Yuan himself, treat her well and don't let me down."

"Guzhu, don't worry, Yuan Wuxiang will not disappoint A Yuan's vision and Guzhu's trust."

"what."

Feng Guzhu gave a lukewarm smile and then turned his face away, his eyes were vaguely unhappy - he spoke better than he sang, a smooth-tongued Taoist priest!

From the bottom of my heart, I scolded Mu Shaoai thousands of times—why did you let A Yuan be abducted by a Taoist priest?These cultivators are full of thoughts about the common people in the world, how can they be entrusted to them for life? !

Yuan Wuxiang has already seen his concern for A Yuan from his words and deeds, and he will not care about his vague hostility and dissatisfaction, so he starts to have nothing to say.

"I heard that Master Gu is known as a 'medical idiot', can you tell Yuan Wuxiang what other ways to help Ah Yuan alleviate his illness?"

"Hmm..." Talking about A Yuan's illness and talking about the art of surgery, Feng Guzhu took a break from his confused thoughts and began to talk endlessly: "There are three ways..."

Mu Xinyuan watched through the kitchen window, and saw that the master seemed to be having a good conversation with Yuan Wuxiang, expecting that there would be no conflict, so he made tea with peace of mind, and prepared the ingredients by the way—the old man always has something to say when he sees his son-in-law , let them chat slowly.

After dinner, Feng Guzhu was eager to go back to Jiangnan, gave Yuan Wuxiang and Mu Xinyuan some orders, and hurried away.

Mu Xinyuan smiled and said to Yuan Wuxiang: "You're not surprised by Master, are you?"

"Guzhu's face is cold and his heart is hot, and all his thoughts are for your own good, how could I be surprised?"

"Many people's impression of Shizun is that the king of Hades is cold-faced, and he will cut life and death with iron mouth. There are also many people in the medical field who have prejudices against him." She took the palm extended by Yuan Wuxiang and carried him back All the way to Yanyu Xiyang, he whispered softly: "I once heard an elder mention that Master was poisoned in an experiment when he was young, and his facial nerves were necrotic to be so cold-faced. It was not his wish."

"... Facial nerve necrosis?" Yuan Wuxiang couldn't laugh or cry: "What kind of disease is this?"

Mu Xinyuan smiled and said, "You can understand it as facial paralysis."

"Well... Senior, for the way of medicine, really sacrificed a lot."

"Keep it secret." Mu Xinyuan raised her index finger to her mouth, making a "silence" gesture.

"rest assured."

Yuan Wuxiang smiled slightly, then thought of Mrs. Mu's matter, hesitated to say: "A Yuan, today, uh..."

"Want to ask about my biological mother?" Mu Xinyuan's face was pale, and she pulled out an unopened letter from her sleeve: "She is here to deliver my brother's last letter."

"A must...letter?"

Yuan Wuxiang was stunned.

"He... committed suicide when he was seriously ill." Mu Xinyuan looked down at the letter, his eyes changed several times, and finally he simply stuffed it into Yuan Wuxiang's arms.

"I don't want to see it, you can see it."

"A Yuan?" Yuan Wuxiang was holding the letter, he didn't open it, and he didn't open it, but he saw Mu Xinyuan's expression and knew that she was conflicted in her heart, so he slowly opened the letter and quickly browsed it, his heart was quite shocked.

After a while, he tentatively said cautiously: "A Yuan, do you...would you like me to read it to you?"

Mu Xinyuan still hung her head, noncommittal.

Seeing this, Yuan Wuxiang slowly read out the contents of the letter.

"My sister Xinyuan: It's like seeing a letter. My life has been in a hurry like a white horse passing by. I have been with Yaoshi since I was a child. My parents and relatives are all worried about me and running around. I should be grateful for everyone's painstaking efforts, but since knowing your existence and What happened, I feel very sad for my brother, and I feel that I have committed a lot of crimes, but I am too weak to take care of you. Knowing that you are well now, I am very relieved. Until recently, my old illness occurred frequently, and my mother conspired with evil doctors from outside the territory , intending to ask you for it again, so vain about human relations, I feel uneasy and determined to kill myself. I have warned my mother not to hurt you again, otherwise I will not forgive you under the nine springs. If you die, you can settle your grievances and grievances. My sister is safe and happy, don't read, don't complain. Brother: Mu Xin is absolutely perfect."

Yuan Wuxiang put down the letter paper, saw Mu Xinyuan sitting motionless like a statue, but her face was frighteningly pale, her fingers were trembling slightly, and she hurriedly stepped forward to embrace her.

"Why does she treat me like this..." Mu Xinyuan's eyes were empty, and she said dumbly.

"A Yuan... don't be sad." Yuan Wuxiang kissed her forehead reassuringly: "At least your elder brother cares about you very much, so you don't have to worry about what your mother has done."

"Why should she..." Mu Xinyuan murmured to himself as if he had never heard of it.

Yuan Wuxiang felt a pain in his heart, and hugged the trembling person in his arms: "A Yuan, I will not let her have another chance to hurt you."

Only then did Mu Xinyuan slowly regain her senses, and met Yuan Wuxiang's eyes: "She has long been unable to hurt me...but why should she?"

"A Yuan, it's all over." He lowered his head, tightly sealed Mu Xinyuan's lips, and whispered comfortingly between his lips and teeth: "Everything... is over."

The author has something to say:

emmm... The little boss has the potential to become a spoiled wife and a madman.

Ah, I can't help but write more and more, and it turns out that Xiaodangjia is the most suitable husband!