The moonlight was clear, giving everything a faint, silvery glow. Mu Mingtang's profile was lit in the moonlight, giving it a cold and gentle beauty.
Especially her eyes, like pearls and jade, penetrate the clouds and remove the fog.
Xie Xuanchen suddenly felt that such an atmosphere was suitable for hugging, and he really hugged Mu Mingtang. This hug is light and precious, without any erotic taste.
Under the moonlight, Xie Xuanchen hugged the girl who had given him unlimited support and pulled him out of the abyss, and he was moved and couldn't hold himself back.
The death of his cronies and comrades-in-arms was like a mountain, and it has been heavy on him all these years, and Xie Xuanchen himself could not forgive himself. He felt pain every time he thought about it, and even his past exploits became sins.
People betrayed their relatives and separated, and his reputation was ruined. He committed such crimes, how could he live in the world
In the past two years, he was just like this while self-loathing, while instinctively surviving. Reason told him that there were too many things wrong, but emotionally he was afraid that it was true. He struggled in pain for a long time, until one day there was a movement in his ear, and a woman's voice sounded beside the bed: "My lord, I am Mu Mingtang. "
In the next six months, Xie Xuanchen was living for Mu Mingtang. He had no intention of surviving, but he knew that if he died, Mu Mingtang would certainly not be able to live. For this reason, Xie Xuanchen often told himself to hold on for a while longer to pave the way for Mu Mingtang.
Then there are more and more entanglements, and the extravagant hopes born in my heart become heavier and heavier.
When he discovered the aroma ball before, Xie Xuanchen desperately told himself not to believe it, as long as he was not real, he would not be disappointed in the future. Until today, when I heard the little Taoist priest's words, all the guesses confirmed that the sharp sword hanging from Xie Xuanchen's heart also fell to the ground with a bang.
He is not a monster. He is still qualified to stay in the world, and he is also qualified to hope for the life of the sunset and his wife.
Xie Xuanchen felt that he was so fortunate that after he gave up his life, there was another girl who kept telling him that you can't die, and it shouldn't be you if you want to die. She always said "you are my savior" with such certainty, and her eyes sparkled when he mentioned his name. Xie Xuanchen can be sure that if he hadn't met Mu Mingtang in the past six months, he must have died.
How fortunate he was, after struggling to make a humble prayer in the dark, he really met the descendants of the doctor who traveled back then and gave him a positive answer.
As for whether or not what the little Taoist said can be cured, and how, what does it matter. There is nothing in the world more difficult than his past two years.
No matter what it takes, how much disappointment and pain you endure, it's not worth mentioning.
The future for him is no longer a phantom that floats like a bubble and can be broken with a poke. He is finally qualified to undertake the plans that Mu Mingtang said, and finally qualified to imagine what their future will look like.
Xie Xuanchen hugged Mu Mingtang, obviously in an embracing gesture, but both hands were cautious and did not dare to use force. He has possessed divine power since he was a child, and heavy objects that adults can't lift are like toys in his hands, but now he is afraid of the future, as if he can't even hold Mu Mingtang's slender waist.
The moonlight poured down from his palm, and even Mu Mingtang in his arms seemed to be moonlight, and would disappear as soon as he touched it.
This hug was gentle and precious, and Mu Mingtang did not avoid it at all. She stood quietly for a while, felt the slight strength behind her, sighed slightly, and took the initiative to hug Xie Xuanchen.
She wanted to tell him that everything would be fine and that she would always be by his side, but she felt that the language was too light in front of such a scene, and it was too thin to say anything. In the end, Mu Mingtang can only express his feelings with actions.
Xie Xuanchen felt her movements, and the strength in his hands gradually increased, as if the ethereal moonlight finally caught the real shape, and hugged Mu Mingtang tightly in his arms.
The moonlight passed by, the shadows of the two people overlapped, and in the end there was almost only one person left.
The room was quiet for a while, and Mu Mingtang said softly, "Everything will get better. No, it's getting better already."
Xie Xuanchen responded in a low voice, "I know."
After God made a huge joke with him, he finally sent Mu Mingtang mercifully. Now that he has completely let go of the knot in his heart, it is time to start preparing for his recovery.
His woman should be free and unscrupulous. She doesn't need to worry about anyone or anything.
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After determining the reason, it is necessary to gradually get rid of this evil weed in the southern border.
The first step is to make Wu Yufei's destruction of consciousness no longer aggravate.
According to the little Taoist priest, both Mu Mingtang and Xie Xuanchen suspected that Wu Yu flew down into the spices of the lavender. Before going to bed last night, Mu Mingtang thought for a long time, how to remove the incense on his clothes without arousing suspicion.
Incense on clothes is part of the etiquette, and clothes that have been incensed are considered new clothes. If Mu Mingtang rashly says that he will not incense incense, he will not be able to justify himself, and it will definitely arouse the emperor's suspicion.
Secretly changing the spice is even more condescending. After all, if the medicine is really in the lavender spice, the spice must be the focus of the other party's attention. Mu Mingtang did a little bit of manipulation with the spices, I'm afraid it would arouse the vigilance of the other party.
At that time, it will only be more difficult to end. Now the other party is in the light, they are in the dark. Xie Xuanchen still needs time to recover, so this protection zone is very important. They can't reveal themselves too early, especially not letting the other party know they've noticed.
After thinking about it for a long time, Mu Mingtang couldn't think of a perfect solution. She asked Xie Xuanchen, and Xie Xuanchen couldn't think of a way for a while.
In the end, Xie Xuanchen's solution was: "Don't worry about him. Anyway, it's been used for a long time. It's not less than a day or two."
Mu Mingtang had a headache from anger. She thought about it for a long time last night, and when she woke up this morning, she was not in a good mood.
She leaned sleepily in front of the dressing table and closed her eyes, letting the maid behind her tie her hair. After a while, the maid inserted the last hairpin and said flatteringly, "Princess, what do you think about the cloud bun today?"
Mu Mingtang opened her eyes, and the maid immediately held a round mirror, placed it behind her hair, and let Mu Mingtang check the bun behind her with the reflection of the two mirrors. Suiyun bun is as its name suggests, with long hair stacked on top of the head, but slanted to the back side, elegant and dexterous, like a flying cloud coming out of Xiu, charming and fairy-like.
And Mu Mingtang's hair is still surrounded by golden hair rings, and the sides of the cloud bun are decorated with pearls, gems, and tassels. Although there are not many, they are all used on the dots. On the other hand, it is plain, and it is very good to grasp the proportions.
Mu Mingtang looked left and right in the mirror, nodded and said, "Not bad. Reward."
The wan-fa maid immediately responded with a smile. After Mu Mingtang finished dressing, he moved to the room. Xie Xuanchen had been waiting here for a long time. When he saw her coming out, he put down Di Wen in his hand and said, "You are out. The breakfast is already set. Let's eat first."
Mu Mingtang was originally very satisfied with today's outfit, but found that Xie Xuanchen didn't move, and couldn't help being a little annoyed: "You didn't notice anything different about me today?"
Xie Xuanchen heard nervousness in his heart, and asked cautiously, "What's the difference?"
"A bun." Mu Mingtang's neck moved slightly, and the tassels on the end of Suiyun bun swayed gently, "I changed my bun today, and you don't even say I look good!"
Xie Xuanchen sighed helplessly, startling him, he really thought what was wrong. Xie Xuanchen was used to seeing big scenes, but he was still in a hurry at the moment, and said, "You have always been very good-looking, and this bun is only good-looking with your light, why should I pay special attention to it?"
Mu Mingtang was persuaded at once, and gave him a glance with a smile: "The strong words make sense. I won't care about you today."
The maids who followed behind were silent and only felt their teeth sour.
Mu Mingtang and Xie Xuanchen took their seats one after another. The palace had regulations even for breakfast. It took several times before and after serving the food, and the first batch of fruits, melons, etc. were served.
The maid served on the side and said, "Princess, these are the new cherries this year. This morning, the kitchen went out to buy them. They are fresh."
The maid said that she brought the washed and placed cherries. The cherries were red and bright. They were placed in the ice-cracked porcelain plate, which was indescribably beautiful.
Mu Mingtang looked at the watery cherries and suddenly came up with an idea.
Xie Xuanchen felt that Mu Mingtang was looking at him, he raised his head, and saw that Mu Mingtang's expression changed slightly, and there seemed to be a hint in his eyes.
Xie Xuanchen really didn't understand Mu Mingtang's suggestion very well. He still remembered that once a female official came in with the quilt in his arms, Mu Mingtang signaled him to refuse with her eyes, and then Xie Xuanchen completely understood the opposite.
Although this mistake has helped a lot invisibly, but after all, there is a lesson from the past, Xie Xuanchen doesn't quite believe in himself now. He wouldn't answer rashly before talking to Mu Mingtang.
So Xie Xuanchen just asked conservatively: "What's wrong? Are cherries unpalatable?"
Mu Mingtang rolled her eyes inwardly, she hasn't eaten yet, how can she know if it suits her taste? Mu Mingtang gave up and let Xie Xuanchen cooperate, and the tacit understanding between the two of them was terribly low.
Mu Mingtang then said: "This year's cherry on the morning, this smell smells fresh."
Xie Xuanchen became more and more confused, and couldn't help but ask, "Do cherries have a fragrance?"
Mu Mingtang was laying the groundwork, and when he heard his words, he gave him a stern look: "Of course there is! You just can't smell it."
Xie Xuanchen kept quiet knowingly. After Mu Mingtang finished fighting Xie Xuanchen, he continued: "Speaking of fragrance, it is natural to be the best. The taste of melons and fruits is alive, and no matter how good the incense is, it smells dead."
Xie Xuanchen finally understood what Mu Mingtang wanted to say, and after that, he heard her say: "In the future, don't use the spices in the house anymore, and put a fruit plate in each room, and use fresh melons and fruits for incense. What is fashionable every season? Fruits, just incense."
The maids didn't understand what the princess was trying to do, and they looked at each other, not daring to refute, and all agreed.
"Yes."
"The same is true of clothes. The smoked cages always have a burning smell. In the future, they will be smoked with fruits, oranges in winter and apples in summer, so that the fruity smell can slowly penetrate into the clothes, and don't want those artificially carved smells."
This... is also too strong to be difficult. How many melons and fruits are needed to permeate clothes with the smell of apples and oranges? After a night of smoking like this, the fruit that is good for the next day has to be thrown away. Over the years, how much will be consumed for this item alone
It must be too extravagant.
But the princess had to listen, and the prince didn't say anything, so how could they dare to speak up. The maid bowed in response, and Mu Mingtang watched them remove the incense burner and incense cage from the house, and then ate with satisfaction.
Sure enough, after a while, the kitchen sent a lot of fresh fruits, all of which have just been listed. If you want to meet the requirements of the princess and let the house smell of fruit naturally, you must not use an ordinary fruit bowl. You must use a special large container full of fresh fruit. Once the taste is weak, you can immediately remove it and replace it with a new one.
At noon, Mu Mingtang watched helplessly as a large pot of intact fruit was removed and thrown away, and his heart ached. But she couldn't say it, she had to pretend to be arrogant. As soon as the people left, Mu Mingtang dragged Xie Xuanchen to complain: "What should I do, I feel so distressed, at this rate, wouldn't it be necessary to change at least four or five times a day?"
Xie Xuanchen comforted her: "It's okay, it doesn't cost much, just waste it."
Mu Mingtang glared at him hard, and Xie Xuanchen had to change his mouth: "It's just that I used a lot of fruit for the first time. After the fruity smell in our house, we don't have to change it so frequently. It is estimated that twice a day is enough."
After speaking, Xie Xuanchen expressed his appreciation for the idea very bluntly: "Sure enough, you still have a way, this idea is good, fresh melons and fruits are thrown away every day, they can't do anything anyway."
"Don't talk about it." Mu Mingtang's heart aches every time he thinks about it, "I still feel bad for throwing it twice a day."
But no matter what, it solved Wu Yufei's problem. The second step is to release Yaoyin's control over Xie Xuanchen.
The little Taoist priest was urged by Mu Mingtang for several days, and finally found his master's manuscript.
Only a few days have passed, and the little Taoist priest has already been fed by the food of the palace to become fat. With a small round face, he said, "I have been recognizing Master's handwriting for a long time, and I have read the medical books, and finally found a way."
"what?"
"Take the way of the person, and treat the person's body." The little Taoist said, "It can also be called, fighting poison with poison."