After a long time, Zhong Michu completely separated from the emotions in the dream, closed his eyes, and was very calm when he opened them again: "Mr. Zhai, where is she?"
Mr. Zhai saw these scrutinizing eyes and wondered in his mind how much Zhong Michu understood. Maybe he understood it early on and was just trying to take care of Fuyou's thoughts. No matter how much he understood, he was still doing it for Gu. It's unwise to cover up. I'd rather be a Taoist friend, so I said, "It's quiet outside. Maybe she went to find Zuo Yuanrong. She'll be in the synagogue."
Zhong Michu got out of bed and walked out. Mr. Zhai didn't stop him, and he couldn't stop him even if he wanted to. She shook her head and said to the spirit beast beside her: "Ape Mountain, Ape Mountain, this is really a hard job."
As soon as Zhong Michu came out, he saw that it was dark outside, the cold wind was blowing, smelling of gunpowder smoke, and the west wind was red at night. It must be a fierce battle. She looked at it for a while, put her hand on her forehead, and let out a long, slight sigh, feeling indescribably tired.
Gu Fuyou's residence is at the back of the synagogue. Zhong Michu entered the auditorium through the side door, walked through the corridor, and walked to the left. He hid his body in the dark place. Standing next to the pillars, he saw the person sitting crookedly on the throne of the city lord. He looked at her for a while. Gu Fuyou just held up his face and admired Zuo Yuanrong's pain.
She walked over, went up the steps, and walked to her side: "Are you done with your work?"
When Gu Fuyou turned around, perhaps his face had been cold for a long time, and the rest of his expression had not recovered. When she looked at Zhong Michu, she was still cold and expressionless: "Are you here to ask questions? Maybe you can be lenient if you confess?"
Zhong Michu looked at her quietly. Gu Fuyou looked at her, and after a moment, smiled slightly. The two of them made a tacit agreement not to mention this matter again.
Zhong Michu looked Gu Fuyou up and down and saw that she was seriously injured and her clothes were stained with blood, which was dazzling.
Zhong Michu stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood on her cheek. Gu Fuyou noticed her movement, turned his head to avoid it, and reached out his hand to touch her face casually. Zhong Michu's hand froze in mid-air, and for a long time, he silently took it back.
"Zhong Michu, please go back to the East China Sea."
Zhong Michu was startled. Zuo Yuanrong's short breathing at the foot of the steps was like a dying patient unable to breathe. It became thicker and more urgent, and finally stopped suddenly and lost his breath. Gu Fuyou glanced at him lightly, stood up, walked down the steps, bent down, stretched out his left hand and slightly lifted up the hem of Zhong Michu's skirt hanging by the blood stains on the steps.
Zhong Michu turned around and looked at her.
Gu Fuyou stepped on the red carpet with his bare feet, stepped over the corpse and the bloodstain, and walked out: "It's almost time to break up with Zuo Shaode. There is no need to explain your whereabouts to him."
After walking a few steps, Gu Fuyou was exhausted. The injury was indeed serious. She felt dizzy and staggered. When she was about to fall, a white shadow flashed in front of her eyes. Someone helped her. Her fall slowed down a little and she knelt down on the ground.
Zhong Michu squatted in front of her and said nonchalantly: "Cross the river and burn the bridge."
Not far away from the two of them was the corpse of a monk from the Zuo family, which was very disgraceful. Gu Fuyou saw Zhong Michu's clothes covering the dried blood, and when his eyes moved to Zhong Michu's face, he said : "And ungratefulness."
"You know it very well yourself."
"After dying once, the only thing that has improved is some self-knowledge."
Zhong Michu said sympathetically: "Aman."
Gu Fuyou asked: "Zhong Michu, why don't you want to leave?"
Zhong Michu didn't respond. When she came out and saw the scene outside, she knew she no longer needed to wear the mask, so she took it off. Gu Fuyou could clearly see her expression and her eyes. Many things need not be said clearly.
"Zhong Michu, this is your last chance. If you don't leave now, you will never be able to leave again."
"Aman, you are always chasing me."
"Aren't you going to leave?" Gu Fuyou leaned over and wiped the blood from his right hand on Zhong Michu's fair cheek. His Juesu face turned into a tabby cat face, which was also an Juesu tabby cat face. Gu Fuyou held it in his hands, He threatened: "Zhong Michu, your reputation will be discredited. When it comes to the big devil causing trouble in Nanzhou, it will be His Majesty who colludes with him, colludes with him, and is colluding with him."
"No, Ah Man, you are a hero."
Gu Fuyou hugged her neck, laughing with tears streaming down his face. He smiled and leaned against her shoulder: "Only you would say such things to me, before and now."
Zhong Michu held her waist and said, "Let me take you to heal."
"It's nothing serious. It will heal on its own if you leave it alone."
"Take care of your body."
"This isn't mine."
"Cherish it too."
"Zhong Michu, why are you so verbose now?"
“…”
Gu Fuyou leaned on her shoulder, closed his eyes, and said with a smile: "I like to hear your nagging." She was not a stone-hearted person and could not reject Zhong Michu again and again. Especially after Zuo Qingfeng's death, her heart felt empty. The time was extremely difficult, and I couldn't find the next person to take revenge immediately. When I wanted to fill it with something, Zhong Michu came over.
Can't stop. Letting her go was the last resort.
Zhong Michu was stunned for a moment, then with a smile on his face, he hugged her and gently leaned his head against hers.
The sky was bright and misty, and Gu Fuyou leaned against her. He didn't know whether he was too tired and fell asleep, or whether he was seriously injured and fell into coma. Zhong Michu picked her up and returned to the previous dormitory, asking Mr. Zhai to find a doctor. Fortunately, some of those slaves were practicing alchemy and medical skills. They had seen it for Gu Fuyou. Qingluan's body was not as delicate as that of a mortal. , the injury is indeed not serious, just need to rest.
This time it was Zhong Michu who sat beside the bed, watching Gu Fuyou sleep. Mr. Zhai shook his head and said, "Feng shui will turn around, and things will turn around."
Gu Fuyou woke up at noon and saw the person sitting beside the bed. She blinked and remembered what happened before she fainted. She was in a daze. Zhong Michu had noticed that she was awake and saw her hazy appearance. He didn't know if he was trying to make up for the regret of wiping her face before but being avoided by her, so he reached out and stroked the tangled black hair on her temples.
This action is gentle and ambiguous.
Gu Fuyou didn't hide, but stood up, turned around, and lay on her lap. He turned his face and smiled at her: "I don't think you will push me away." She would never do such an intimate gesture with her in the past. , now she has compromised. Even if she takes Qingluan's body, she is still a common person, a selfish common person. Her belly was empty, and Zhong Michu was filled with a bowl of crispy cheese, delicious in color and smell. In order to resist, she could only stay away from it, but the aroma could still float ten miles away and linger in her heart. Give up resistance now, gradually test it, and take a sniff for now.
Zhong Michu did not push her away: "Can I be lenient if I confess?" With such intimacy and gentleness, I couldn't help but doubt her motives.
Gu Fuyou was startled, and then he remembered what he said yesterday, which sounded like he wanted to settle accounts: "I am an injured person."
"It's nothing serious."
"..." Gu Fuyou didn't know how much Mr. Zhai had confessed. If Zhong Michu found out that she had planned to poison her early in the morning and had Si Miao refine the elixir in Wantong City, the crime would be very serious. Looking at Zhong Michu's face, it's hard to tell. In the past, Zhong Michu had no emotions, but now Zhong Michu is good at restraining his emotions. She has always been the best at subduing herself in front of Zhong Michu: "Your Majesty, please give me a lighter sentence."
Zhong Michu lowered his eyes slightly, recalling the scene in his dream, and touched Gu Fuyou's cheek with his fingertips. When Zhong Michu showed no expression, Gu Fuyou was really frightened. After a long while, Zhong Michu finally said: "It won't happen next time."
The Zuo family's influence in White Deer City has been eliminated, and now it is in a post-war state. Those slaves still don't know what to do without orders. Fortunately, Xiao Zhongting, Feng Sui and others are here to direct everyone to collect the corpses in the city and put them away. All the spiritual stones, magic weapons, and treasures stored in the city were scraped out.
Gu Fuyou waited until the streets were almost cleared before he and Zhong Michu came out. Seeing the figure of Lao Qi from a distance, Gu Fuyou suddenly remembered and said, "You just saved that woman in the forest from San Cong."
Zhong Michu looked at her with a smile. Gu Fuyou said, "Bring her here." She looked at the road ahead, not looking at Zhong Michu. If Zhong Michu was not here, she would not save the woman in Fenglin. She didn't want Zhong Michu to have some hopes for her, fearing that she would be disappointed in the end.
Zhong Michu said: "We are on the way and we will arrive today."
As she was speaking, she suddenly raised her head and said, "We're here."
Gu Fuyou said: "Let's go to the city tower."
The two of them walked towards the tower. At the end of the year, Lao Qi and Twenty-three were together, seemingly collecting things from a room. Feng Sui had already taken off the chains on his shoulders, picked up a set of armor from somewhere, and came out. When he saw Gu Fu floating over, he was not as awe-minded as Lao Qi and Twenty-three were towards her. He walked forward and said with a smile: "Look at me. This armor is fine."
Gu Fuyou glanced at him and said, "Shave your beard."
"..." Feng Sui touched his beard.
Gu Fuyou shouted: "Lao Qi, come with me."
"Yes." The old seventh slave's habit has not changed. He never asks questions and only follows orders.
Lao Qi followed Gu Fuyou and Zhong Michu to the city tower. Feng Sui and Twenty-three were also following at a distance. The group went up to the city tower. Gu Fuyou stood there, and Lao Qi stood beside him, slightly bowed. Head, don't talk much.
After a while, the clouds increased in the sky. A handsome young man, wearing silver armor and wielding a sword, came with a person behind him. He flew to the tower, put away his sword, and saluted Zhong Michu: "Your Majesty."
Several slaves couldn't help but be surprised. Twenty-three was the most shocked. They couldn't help but peek at Zhong Michu. She was not a slave.
Gu Fuyou shouted: "Lao Qi."
Lao Qi raised his head. The person following Xinghan came out, and a delicate female voice called: "Qi Lang."
Lao Qi stared at her blankly: "Liu Niang?"
Lao Qi opened his mouth, and his eyes suddenly turned red. He couldn't run over to hug her for a moment. Instead, he hunched over, held up his legs, and burst into short sobs. Most men would not shed tears easily, and even if they cried, they would not be shed. He was crying extremely wildly, his face was red, the muscles in his forehead were twitching, and his tears and nose were running down at the same time.
Such great joy could not be expected. Perhaps it was the light in the world that allowed him to be weak at this moment, and the despair and pain when he was numb came back together, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions.
Lao Qi couldn't hold on and fell to his knees. Liu Niang ran forward and held his head in her arms, tears welling up in her eyes. Lao Qi hugged her and cried in her arms.
Gu Fuyou looked at them and said absently: "It's really enviable that they can still be reunited as a family."
She looked back and saw Zhong Michu standing behind her. When Gu Fuyou opened his arms slightly, Zhong Michu connected with her and hugged her.
God, no matter when, I feel the same pain as Zhong Michu. I really don’t know who is comforting whom.
Zhong Michu said: "You also have a family."
As soon as he finished speaking, a golden shadow in the air was swift and unparalleled, like a golden light shooting towards this side. The voice came from far to near: "Mother!!!"