Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

"What can I do for you, sir?"

Yi Fengbai frowned: "Looking for someone."

Waiter: "Besides me, is there anyone else here?

"Where's the person who just moved in this morning?"

Waiter: "The person who rented this room has already moved out."

Yi Fengbai stepped out of the door and looked around.

"The person who lived here was a skinny young man who came to my place? He was wearing dark green clothes this morning?"

The waiter nodded.

Yi Fengbai's uneasiness was confirmed, and he asked, "When did he move out?"

"About a quarter of an hour ago?"

Half a quarter of an hour is not a long time, we won’t go far.

"Do you know which direction he went?"

"That, I don't know."

Yi Fengbai came to the stable and found that Chi Ye was gone.

Could he really catch up if he left on horseback? Besides, the most difficult question wasn't just whether he could catch up, but why he left.

Without thinking too much, I rode out and looked around.

The two men on the high wall watched him leave.

"Your Highness, why should we leave him?"

Su Ge said nothing and just jumped off the wall.

No matter what, he wanted to hear He Ru say it in person.

Without the initial excitement, the pain in my heart has eased.

The slight pain was just enough to keep him calm.

The back door of the Regent's Palace.

Su Ge hid in the distance and observed for a long time.

Finally waited until night fell.

Chu Wu, who was guarding the front door, came over and said, "The Regent has returned."

He naturally knew that the return of the Regent meant that their work would become more difficult, but there was no way, they had to wait until night.

Su Ge observed here for a long time and could tell that someone lived at the back door, but he didn't know who it was, but it was definitely not the Regent.

Roof, lift up the tiles.

I can't see anything but the misty veils.

It seems that the owner of this house is very cautious, or at least not simple.

This made Sugo even more alert.

Waiting was an unbearable process. Su Ge thought it was almost twelve o'clock when he finally saw a figure.

The clear sound of a door opening and closing was heard, and the two of them had a feeling that the clouds had finally parted and the moon was visible. Soon they could see the back of the person walking away.

I'm finally relieved that I'm in.

Just when he was about to take another step forward, the man not only came back, but also brought someone back with him.

The two immediately returned to their original positions and were forced to eat melons.

"Mr. Mu is quite elegant. He even asked me to come over for a drink in the middle of the night."

Mr. Mu: "If you don't want to drink, leave."

Qiao Mu: It seems that I am really not worth much.

"Ah, ah, ah, drink, drink, it's rare for Mr. Mu to invite me to drink."

In the yard, people gathered around the stove and cooked wine.

In May, the pomegranate flowers are in full bloom, the bright red flowers are competing with each other for beauty, it is very lively, and it seems that they are not suitable to appear in the deserted courtyard.

"Mr. Mu, so elegant!"

When Qiao Mu heard the voice, her smiling face suddenly fell.

"Mr. Mu, why are they here too?"

Song Yue: "You're the only one allowed to come, but not us? You're so overbearing."

Su Ge: If you all can come, can I come too?

Qiao Mu looked at Mr. Mu resentfully, but Mr. Mu didn't even glance back at him.

Qiao Mu became even more depressed, and poured himself a glass of wine, drinking it angrily.

It was much quieter during the conversation, and only He Ru and Song Yue were happily chatting.

Sugo: ...

Although, you are happy, I am not happy.

After a while, Su Ge noticed that Mr. Mu was very interesting. He invited others to drink, but he didn't drink a single glass himself. He was afraid that someone would say that he had no ulterior motive, but he didn't believe it.

Song Yue was the first to lie down, followed by Qiao Mu.

From Su Ge's God's perspective, he can clearly feel that He Ru is intentionally or unintentionally helping them get drunk.

To be precise, it seemed like she was cooperating with Mr. Mu to help the Regent get drunk. It was just a coincidence because Song Yue had a poor alcohol tolerance.

It’s certain that Qiao Mu is drunk.

He Ru got up, slightly tipsy, and helped Song Yue back.

Sugo was itching to find out where they lived without having to look for them everywhere.

But he couldn't ignore Mr. Mu who was intact.

I could only silently remember the direction the two people left.

"Qiao Mu, you are drunk."

Qiao Mu raised his head, his eyes confused, a sign that he was really drunk.

"I'm not drunk."

Mr. Mu's voice was bewitching: "You are drunk, can I help you to rest?"

"Oh no, why did Mr. Mu invite me here and also invite them?"

Mr. Mu: This is the focus.

Qiao Mu staggered forward as if he had seen something, and Mr. Mu carefully protected him beside him.

Qiao Mu walked to the pomegranate tree and reached out to pick a red flower.

"Mr. Mu?"

"I'm here."

"Mr. Mu, why do you like pomegranate flowers?"

"do not like."

Qiao Mu continued to talk to himself: "Is it because of its vibrant bloom, or because of its color, or because of something else?"

Mr. Mu: "Qiao Mu, you are drunk, shall we go back to bed?"

Qiao Mu's chaotic mind only grasped one word: "We?"

"Correct."

"it is good."

Mr. Mu helped him in.

Qiao Mu pressed the gravity on him, raised the pomegranate flowers in his hand and waved them in front of him: "Mr. Mu, I don't like pomegranate flowers, I like pomegranates."

"Pomegranates look beautiful, more beautiful than flowers, and they are edible."

Mr. Mu:

Qiao Mu: "Like you."

Mr. Mu: “Why?”

"When I was a child, there was a pomegranate tree in the yard. When it bloomed, I wanted to eat it, but the flowers were not tasty. Finally, the fruit ripened and became bright red and juicy. It was very fragrant and delicious."

"It's very sweet. I don't want to spit out the pomegranate seeds because pomegranate juice can't fill my stomach, but pomegranate seeds can."

He spoke clearly and articulated his words, so clearly that Mr. Mu once suspected that he was not drunk.

But he actually shed tears.

Even his voice was choked with sobs: "Mr. Mu, Mr. Mu."

"I'm here, what's wrong with you?"

"They're coming to steal my pomegranate tree, they..."

Mr. Mu panicked: "Qiao Mu, what's wrong with you?"

Qiumu seemed to be trapped in painful memories, his lips trembling and unable to make a sound.

Mr. Mu helped him sit up on the bed, then stood facing him, hugged him, patted his back gently, and said soothingly, "It's all over. They can't take your pomegranate tree away from you."

Qiao Mu buried his head in his abdomen, and the hot and wet tears soaked through his clothes to his skin and hit his heart directly, as if his heart was being clenched and it hurt.

After a while, he leaned against Mr. Mu and put his arms around his waist.

"They didn't take away my pomegranate tree. They took away my mother. My mother, who I depended on for everything."

The tears just flowed quietly.

Mr. Mu didn't know how to comfort him, so he just squatted down and let him hug him. He looked up at his tear-stained face and reached out to wipe away his tears.

Still muttering: "It's all over."

Mr. Mu suddenly appeared in front of him, as if he suddenly appeared in his life. Once Qiao Mu grabbed him, he didn't want to let go, and his hand was still on his waist.

Ring tight.

She held him tightly in her arms, but he was still touching her face.

A drunk person's memory is not very coherent. When Mr. Mu interrupted him, he completely forgot what he had just said.

Naturally, I just thought that Mr. Mu was touching my face.

There was no sob in his voice, only endless tenderness: "Mr. Mu, Mr. Mu..."