When he woke up, Mu Qinglu felt as if his whole body was falling apart. He propped up his head and sat up. He vaguely remembered that he and Miss Mu San had been ambushed by Song Xiangyu. Miss Mu San wanted to lead him out of the encirclement, but she was not strong enough...
He suddenly opened his eyes wide and shouted in fear: "Auntie!"
"Are you awake?"
A familiar voice sounded in the darkness. Mu Qinglu turned his head in disbelief, shuddering all over, and shouted in shock: "Brother?"
How could he hear Tang Qingfeng's voice
Isn't he dead
The lights came on, Tang Qingfeng blew out the fire in his hand, hummed and walked up to him, looked at him and let out a sigh: "Okay, it's good that you woke up, you've been sleeping for three days."
Mu Qinglu felt like he was dreaming. It was clear that he was on the verge of life and death with Miss Mu San just a moment ago, but when he opened his eyes, he saw his elder brother Tang Qingfeng. He couldn't help but feel a little dazed and thought he had returned to Guizhou.
At that time, he didn't know his own life experience. Even though he was just an adopted son, he lived a carefree life. He followed Tang Qingfeng every day, practiced martial arts in the training ground, and rolled around in the military camp all day long.
Thinking about that kind of day, it seemed like it was very far away from him.
Ever since he learned about his life experience, he felt like he was carrying an invisible shackle on his back.
This pair of shackles constantly reminded him that he was carrying a blood feud and the responsibility to take back the Mu Mansion.
So when he thought he was going to die, in addition to fear, he actually felt more relieved. He couldn't let down Miss Mu San and the Mu family, and he didn't want to go against his adoptive father and Xiao Heng and the others against his will. Death was actually a kind of relief for him.
Seeing that he hadn't spoken a word, Tang Qingfeng waved his hand in front of him and asked, "Are you stupid?"
Mu Qinglu then realized that he was not dreaming, nor was he dead. He actually saw his elder brother. He couldn't tell whether he felt more ashamed or relieved. He choked up and called out "brother" and rushed towards Tang Qingfeng.
The boy had clearly grown taller and thinner, but the way he rushed over to call him "big brother" was still like the little kid who even walked unsteadily with his hands raised more than a decade ago. Tang Qingfeng was silent for a moment, then reached out to embrace him and patted him on the back slowly: "Okay, it's okay, it's all over."
When Mu Qinglu calmed down a bit, Tang Qingfeng looked at him sullenly: "Now you know you are scared, why didn't you write a letter to me or father at the beginning?"
Mu Qinglu felt extremely guilty: "Aunt is very strict with me. I have tried to write to you, but I don't know where you are, and Aunt has found out several times..."
Tang Qingfeng sighed deeply: "Qinglu, do you know why you can survive?"
Mu Qinglu was stunned.
After a long while, he whispered, "Is it Your Highness?"
Tang Qingfeng nodded: "I won't hide it from you. It was His Highness's idea. So Qinglu, you should know that you are lucky. Father is guarding Kunming and is not in the army. Because of this, my opinion is actually insignificant. However, His Highness still chose to spare your life. Qinglu, it is really unreasonable for Miss Mu San not to die. Someone must be responsible for killing Mu Tong. Moreover, this is an excellent opportunity for the court and His Highness. Therefore, Miss Mu San killed the current chieftain and broke into the elders' meeting, and was killed by Bai Xiong. This is the best result. Do you understand?"
In this case, Mu Tong is dead, Miss Mu San is also dead, and the remaining elders are all a group of old men. There is no one left in the direct line of the Mu Mansion, and Mu Tong has lost the support of the people by releasing the elephant soldiers. It is natural and inevitable to abolish the Mu Mansion.
Mu Qinglu naturally thought it through clearly.
He himself had no intention of becoming a chieftain. In his opinion, if the court really wanted to be a chieftain, it would not have gone to so much trouble to take action against Mu Tong.
If he were to explain how he felt now, apart from being a little sad because Miss Mu San had died, he was more relieved.
He nodded heavily.
Tang Qingfeng stared at him carefully, and seeing that he really had no resentment, he smiled with relief: "It's good that you understand. Okay, don't think about other things anymore, just recuperate here. When you recover, the Elders' Council of the Mu Mansion will naturally submit a petition to the court, saying that you are the orphan that they hid when Mu Tong persecuted the direct line of the Mu Mansion. At that time, His Highness will also ask for a title for you."
Mu Qinglu frowned and looked up suddenly: "Brother, can I not... "
He paused, and then continued speaking under Tang Qingfeng's gaze: "Can I give up this orphan identity? I understand your highness's good intentions and want me to restore my identity. But for me, I have been raised by my father and mother since I was a child. I have always considered myself a Han Chinese, and I don't like to be a chieftain or the heir of the Mu Mansion. Anyway, my aunt is dead now. Although the elders don't have any ideas now, who can say for sure about people's hearts? As long as I restore my identity, I will always be the descendant of the chieftain in the eyes of some people with ulterior motives. It is hard to guarantee that someone will instigate me to cause trouble. Even if I don't cause trouble, how can my descendants guarantee that they will not be provoked to think about restoring the Mu Mansion? So, it's better to forget it."
Let's stop here.
Just let everyone think that there are no more direct descendants of the Yunnan Mu Mansion.
In this way, even if other branches want to cause trouble, they will not be able to cause much trouble as they are not legitimate.
Tang Qingfeng looked at his brother deeply for a long time, then suddenly laughed a few times, and then patted his shoulder: "Good! Good boy! As expected of being raised by your father, you can see clearly! Since you said so, I will go back and tell His Highness, don't worry, you are always my brother, this will never change no matter what."
Mu Qinglu nodded with relief.
On the other side, Old Master Mu has also arrived in Dali.
Looking at the familiar Mu Mansion, he suddenly felt a little dazed. After a long while, he took a step forward and went in to see Xiao Heng at Song Xiangyu's reminder.
Xiao Heng was indeed a little younger than he had expected, and his appearance was even more handsome than he had expected. When he looked at you, he exuded an invisible sense of oppression. This was the aura that only people who had been in a high position for a long time had, and it was the experience and accumulation gained from issuing orders and watching countless bones.
He praised in his heart and walked forward to salute Xiao Heng.
Before he even knelt down, Xiao Heng stepped forward and helped him up.