Chapter 76： Everybody's down

Mu Zhiming was surprised: "General Yulin's Mansion?

Caiwei nodded: "Exactly." What was sent? "

This question made Caiwei look embarrassed, she hesitated again and again, and then said: "The dowry...

Mu Zhiming thought he had heard it wrong, and asked in doubt, "What?

Caiwei had to repeat it again: "Master, it is a letter of appointment and a betrothal gift, but the letter of appointment has no words and the betrothal gift is not a treasure of gold and silver, but a broken thing.

Not long after, all the things sent from the General's Mansion early in the morning were put into Mu Zhiming's wing.

The letter of appointment is a golden post, but it is solemn, but there is no word. I don't know if it is sloppy or careless.

Mu Zhiming carefully placed the engagement letter on the table and looked up at the box of engagement gifts.

The red lacquer depicts the mandarin ducks playing in the water and the gold-patterned bar box, and the red silk flowers are wrapped around the top. It is festive, but it is just a box of betrothal gifts.

Caiwei didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Master, look at this... Is General Gu joking with you?"

Mu Zhiming didn't answer. He stepped forward to open the box, and when he saw what was inside, the eyes of the young prince of the country of Yan instantly widened.

Hunting Sun and Moon Crossbow lying quietly inside the box.

I still remember the warm spring of that year, when the sycamore trees were budding and the birds chirping around the heart. When he was young, he saw this peerless divine crossbow and exclaimed: "It's really lucky for Sansheng to open his eyes!" Why ah.... Mu Zhiming reached out and stroked Putting on the crossbow, he murmured in a trembling voice, "He is obviously so indifferent to me.

Caiwei was puzzled and called softly, "Master?

Mu Zhiming took a deep breath, suddenly raised his head and said firmly, "I'm going to the General's Mansion, I'll go now!"

The hoofs of the horses were loud, the wheels ran over the bluestone slabs, and the crowds in the street were noisy. Sitting in the carriage, Mu Zhiming felt that Mu's residence was so far away from Gu's residence for the first time. The more he thought about it, the more confused and uneasy he became.

In the previous life, Gu Heyan was a stranger to him, not even a friend.

In this life, although they are friends and have experienced many things together, the occasional cold words and indifference make Mu Zhiming dare not ask to be close to him at all.

The inexplicable betrothal gifts and letters of appointment are clearly scribbled everywhere, like a joke, but why are people so concerned.

The carriage stopped at the gate of Gu's residence, and Mu Zhiming walked in quickly. Wen Zhongcheng was not surprised to see him, and stepped forward a few steps to greet him: "Mr. Mu, you are here." Where is General Gu? "Mu Zhiming asked in a hurry." Our young master was drunk yesterday, he just woke up and seemed to have a headache. "Wen Zhongcheng replied.

Mu Zhiming was slightly startled: "He... was your friend drunk yesterday?"

"Yes, Mr. Mu, I will lead you to sit in the main hall, and then call my young master. Wen Zhongcheng leaned over and made a gesture of invitation.

Mu Zhiming came to the main hall with Wen Zhongcheng, and waited uneasily. After a while, Juanniang brought Qingrong and sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, smiled and said to him: "Mr. Mu, you have some snacks first, young master, he will be there right away. Come."

"Yeah." Mu Zhiming nodded gratefully. After Juanniang left the main hall, he took a few deep breaths due to nervousness. He picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the white porcelain plate and took a bite. disturbed.

At this moment, Mu Zhiming heard footsteps.

Mu Zhiming turned his head to look, Gu Heyan dressed in elegant white clothes, strode into the main hall, his eyes were still tired from a hangover, but his face was calm and looked extremely calm, but this calmness was so out of place.

Mu Zhiming swallowed the cake in his mouth and stood up abruptly.

The two looked at each other silently, but it was Gu Heyan who spoke first. He lowered his eyes and said softly, "Yesterday... I was drunk and did something that bothers you, right?" Gu Heyan . "Mu Zhiming interrupted him.

This was the first time that Mu Zhiming called Gu Heyan by name, and the words were stern, causing Gu Heyan to raise his head and look at Mu Zhiming. "Why do you want to give me a betrothal gift when you're drunk?" Mu Zhiming asked aggressively, as if he couldn't wait to know the answer, his tone was very urgent, "Why?

Gu Heyan:

Mu Zhiming stepped forward and said anxiously: "Gu Heyan, I don't want to listen to anything, sorry, I don't want to listen to anything. I'm drunk, I just want to know why, whether it's confusing or faint, what I want to know is, you What are people thinking when they use the hunting of the sun and the moon crossbow as a betrothal gift?"

Gu Heyan's eyes flickered, his chest heaved slightly, and it seemed that stormy waves had set off in his heart, but he remained silent, like a silent stone that was annihilated by years of cold and snow.

"Gu Heyan." Mu Zhiming almost begged, "If you say something, why do you answer me?"

Gu Heyan closed his eyes abruptly, and when he opened them again, there was nothing but ice in the depths of his eyes, "I... the emperor wanted to marry me and the Lord of Qinghe, but I didn't want to marry the heavenly family, so I... Telling the emperor that I like men, this is just to convince the emperor, to tell the emperor that I didn't lie, and I have no other intentions.

Mu Zhiming froze in place, staring blankly at Gu Heyan, and after a while, he spoke, his voice was very soft, as if a little louder would shatter the invisible expectation in his heart: Is that so? "

Gu Heyan narrowed his eyes, the wind and snow on the frontier of the desert swept away cold snow, and it finally roared from the previous life to this life, and it was so cold that it was gouging out the bones:...just, that's it.

The words fell to the ground, shattering the dream of Huangliang silently, Mu Zhiming choked with words, and slowly bowed and saluted, unable to say a word of farewell, he turned and left Gu's residence, and only when he got into the carriage did his lips tremble slightly, in a self-deprecating tone. Muttered to himself: "That's right....what am I thinking?

After a sentence, a little choking and a sigh were lost in the noisy crowd.