The moonlight was clear, covering everything with a layer of faint, silvery light. Mu Mingtang's side profile was illuminated by the moonlight, giving off a kind of cold and gentle beauty.
Especially her eyes, which were like pearls and jade, piercing through the clouds and fog.
Hsieh Hyun-chen suddenly felt that this kind of atmosphere was very suitable for hugging. He really did hug Mu Mingtang. This hug was light and precious, without any hint of lust.
Under the moonlight, Hsieh Hyun-chen hugged the girl who had once given him limitless support and pulled him out of the abyss. For a moment, he was so moved that he couldn't control himself.
The deaths of his trusted aides and comrades were like a mountain, weighing heavily on his shoulders all these years. Hsieh Hyun-chen couldn't forgive himself. Every time he thought about it, he felt pain. Even his past achievements had become a sin.
Deserted by his friends, his reputation ruined. After committing such a sin, how could he have the face to continue living in this world?
For the past two years, he was just like this. On one hand, he hated himself, but on the other, he instinctively wanted to live. His reason told him that there were too many things wrong, but emotionally, he was afraid that it was true. He painfully struggled for a long time, until one day, he heard movement by his ear. A woman's voice sounded by his bed: "Wangye, I am Mu Mingtang."
For the next six months, Hsieh Hyun-chen lived for Mu Mingtang. He didn't want to live, but he knew that if he died, Mu Mingtang wouldn't be able to live either. For this reason, Hsieh Hyun-chen always told himself to hold on for a while longer, to pave the way for Mu Mingtang a little bit more.
Then, more and more fetters appeared, and the extravagant hope in his heart grew heavier and heavier.
When he found the fragrant incense ball, Hsieh Hyun-chen desperately told himself not to believe it. As long as he didn't take it seriously, he wouldn't be disappointed in the future. Until today, when he heard the young Daoist priest's words, all his guesses were confirmed. The sharp sword hanging in Hsieh Hyun-chen's heart fell to the ground with a clang.
He wasn't a monster. He still had the right to stay in this world. He still had the right to hope for a life with his wife by his side.
Hsieh Hyun-chen felt that he was very lucky. After he had given up on living, there was another girl who kept telling him that he couldn't die. Even if he had to die, it shouldn't be him. She always said, "You are my savior," with such certainty that her eyes sparkled when she mentioned his name. Hsieh Hyun-chen was certain that if he had not met Mu Mingtang in the past six months, he would have been dead.
How fortunate was he? After struggling to make a humble wish in the darkness, he really met the descendant of the traveling doctor who gave him a definite answer.
As for what the Little Daoist said about whether or not it could be cured, and how it could be cured, it didn't matter. Nothing in the world could have been more difficult than the past two years.
No matter what he had to pay, no matter how much disappointment and pain he had to endure, it was not worth mentioning.
To him, the future was no longer a fragile bubble that could be popped with a poke. He finally had the right to undertake the plans that Mu Mingtang had mentioned. He also finally had the right to imagine what their future would be like.
Hsieh Hyun-chen hugged Mu Mingtang. Although he was clearly hugging her, his hands were very careful and he didn't dare to use too much strength. He had been blessed with divine strength since he was young. Even adults couldn't lift heavy objects, but in his hands, they were like toys. But now, he was afraid of what was in front of him and behind him. It was as if he couldn't even hold Mu Mingtang's slender waist.
The moonlight poured through his palms. Even Mu Mingtang in his arms was like the moonlight, about to disappear with a touch.
This hug was gentle and precious. Mu Mingtang didn't avoid it at all. She stood quietly for a while. When she felt a slight force behind her, she sighed slightly and took the initiative to hug Hsieh Hyun-chen.
She wanted to tell him that everything would be fine and that she would always be by his side, but she felt that words were too light in this kind of situation. Anything she said would be too weak. In the end, Mu Mingtang could only use her actions to express her feelings.
Hsieh Hyun-chen felt her movements and the strength in his hands slowly increased. It was as if the illusory moonlight had finally grasped a solid form. He hugged Mu Mingtang tightly in his arms.
The moonlight passed through the hall. The shadows of the two people overlapped. In the end, there was only one person left.
The room was quiet for a while. Mu Mingtang said softly, "Everything will get better. No, it's already getting better. "
Hsieh Hyun-chen responded in a low voice, "I know."
After playing a huge joke on him, the heavens finally sent Mu Mingtang to him. Now that he had completely let go of the knot in his heart, it was time to start preparing for his comeback.
His woman should be carefree and unrestrained. She didn't need to worry about anyone or anything.
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After determining the cause, it was time to gradually get rid of this strange Southern Xinjiang plant.
The first step was to make the Black Feather Flight less damaging to the mind.
According to the young Daoist priest, both Mu Mingtang and Hsieh Hyun-chen suspected that the Black Feather Flight was mixed with the incense on the clothes. Before going to bed last night, Mu Mingtang thought for a long time about how to remove the incense on the clothes without arousing suspicion.
Using incense on clothes was a part of etiquette. Only after using incense would the clothes be considered new. If Mu Mingtang rashly said that he didn't use the incense anymore, not only would he not be able to justify himself, he would also arouse the Emperor's suspicion.
Secretly changing the incense would only make it more conspicuous. After all, if the drug was really mixed with the incense, the incense would definitely be the focus of the other party's attention. If Mu Mingtang slightly tampered with the incense, it would probably arouse the other party's vigilance.
At that time, it would only be more difficult to clean up the mess. In any case, the other party was in the open while they were in the dark. Hsieh Hyun-chen still needed time to recover, so this part of the protected area was very important. They couldn't expose themselves too early, especially not to let the other party know that they were already aware.
Mu Mingtang thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a foolproof plan. She asked Hsieh Hyun-chen, and Hsieh Hyun-chen also couldn't think of a solution.
In the end, Hsieh Hyun-chen came up with a solution: "Don't worry about him. In any case, we've already used it for a long time. One or two more days won't make a difference. "
Mu Mingtang was so angry that she had a headache. She thought for half the night last night. When she woke up this morning, her spirit wasn't very good.
She leaned sleepily in front of the dressing table and closed her eyes to rest, allowing the maid behind her to do her hair. After a while, the maid finished inserting the last hairpin and said fawningly: "Wangfei, what do you think of today's Suiyun Bun?"
Mu Mingtang opened her eyes. The maid immediately brought over a round mirror and placed it behind her hair. With the reflection of the two mirrors, Mu Mingtang could see the hair behind her back. The Suiyun Bun was like its name. The long hair was piled on top of the head, but slanted to the back. It was elegant and nimble, like the clouds flying out of the mountains, charming and immortal.
Mu Mingtang's hair was also tied with a golden hair ring. The sides of the Suiyun Bun were decorated with pearls, jade, gemstones, and tassels. Although there weren't many, everything was used well. If there was more, it would be bloated, and if there was less, it would be plain.
Mu Mingtang looked left and right in the mirror, then nodded and said: "Not bad. Reward. "
The maid with the Suiyun Bun immediately agreed with a smile. After Mu Mingtang finished dressing up, she went to the treehouse. Hsieh Hyun-chen had been waiting there for a long time. When he saw her come out, he put down the document in his hand and said: "You've come out. Breakfast is ready. Let's go and eat first. "
Mu Mingtang was originally very satisfied with her appearance today. When she found that Hsieh Hyun-chen didn't move, she couldn't help but feel annoyed: "Didn't you notice that I'm different today?"
When Hsieh Hyun-chen heard this, he became nervous and asked cautiously: "What's different?"
"The Suiyun Bun." Mu Mingtang's neck moved slightly, and the tassels at the end of the Suiyun Bun swayed gently, "I changed my hair today, and you didn't say that I look good!"
Hsieh Hyun-chen sighed helplessly. He was scared and thought that something was wrong. Hsieh Hyun-chen was used to seeing big scenes, so he was still calm and said: "You've always looked good. This Suiyun Bun looks good because of you. Why should I pay special attention to it?"
Mu Mingtang was immediately convinced. She smiled and glanced at him: "You're twisting words and forcing logic. I won't argue with you today. "
The maidservants behind her were silent and felt their teeth ache.
Mu Mingtang and Hsieh Hyun-chen sat down in order. Even the Wangfu had rules for breakfast. Just the dishes had to be served several times. Fruits and melons were served first.
A maidservant waited on the side and said: "Wangfei, these are the cherries that were newly planted this year. Early this morning, the kitchen specially went out to buy them. They're still fresh."
As the maidservant said this, she brought out the cherries that had been washed and put away. The cherries were bright red and translucent. When they were placed on a porcelain plate with cracks in the ice, they were indescribably beautiful.
Mu Mingtang looked at the juicy cherries and suddenly had an idea.
Hsieh Hyun-chen felt that Mu Mingtang was looking at him. He raised his head and saw that Mu Mingtang's expression had changed slightly. There seemed to be something hidden in his eyes.
Hsieh Hyun-chen really didn't understand Mu Mingtang's hint. He still remembered that one time when a female official came in carrying blankets. Mu Mingtang used his eyes to signal for him to refuse. Then Hsieh Hyun-chen completely misunderstood.
Even though this mistake had helped him a lot, there was still a precedent. Hsieh Hyun-chen didn't really trust himself. Before he communicated with Mu Mingtang, he wouldn't rashly respond.
Therefore, Hsieh Hyun-chen only asked conservatively: "What's wrong? Are the cherries not to your taste? "
Mu Mingtang rolled his eyes in his heart. She hadn't eaten them yet. How would she know if they were to her taste? Mu Mingtang gave up on having Hsieh Hyun-chen cooperate. The chemistry between the two of them was frighteningly low.
Mu Mingtang said: "The cherries were planted early this year. The smell is very fresh."
Hsieh Hyun-chen was even more confused when he heard this. He couldn't help but ask: "Cherries are fragrant?"
Mu Mingtang was laying the groundwork. When he heard his words, he glared fiercely at him: "Of course they are! It's just that you can't smell it. "
Hsieh Hyun-chen tactfully remained silent. After Mu Mingtang was done scolding Hsieh Hyun-chen, he continued: "When it comes to fragrances, it's better to let nature take precedence. The smell of melons and fruits is alive. No matter how good the spices used to burn the incense, they still smell dead. "
Hsieh Hyun-chen finally understood what Mu Mingtang wanted to say. Then, he heard her say: "In the future, don't use the spices in the room anymore. Put a fruit bowl in each room and use fresh melons and fruits for incense. Make sure to use whatever fruits are in trend each season. "
The servant girls didn't understand what Wang Fei wanted to do. They looked at each other and didn't dare to refute. They all agreed.
"Yes."
"The same goes for the clothes. If you use incense, it will always have the smell of fire. In the future, use fruits. In the winter, use oranges. In the summer, use apples. Let the fruit smell slowly permeate the clothes. Don't use the artificial smell."
This … was too much of a burden, wasn't it? How many melons and fruits would be used to permeate the clothes with the smell of apples and oranges? If they smoked the clothes overnight, the fruits would be thrown away the next day. Over the years, how much would be used just for this?
Wasn't it too extravagant?
But Wang Fei's words couldn't be disobeyed. Wang Ye didn't say anything, so how could they dare to say anything? The servant girls bowed and complied. Mu Mingtang watched as they removed the incense burners and incense baskets from the room. Only then did he eat with satisfaction.
As expected, after a while, the kitchen sent in a lot of fresh fruits that had just been put on the market. In order to meet Wang Fei's requirements and let the room naturally have the smell of fruit, they couldn't use normal fruit bowls. They had to use special containers to fill them with fresh fruits. Once the smell faded, they would immediately replace them.
At noon, Mu Mingtang watched as a large pot of perfectly intact fruit was taken away and thrown away. Her heart ached. But she couldn't say it. She had to pretend to be arrogant and unrestrained. As a result, after they left, Mu Mingtang pulled Hsieh Hyun-chen to complain: "What should I do? My heart aches. According to this trend, won't we have to replace them four or five times a day?"
Hsieh Hyun-chen comforted her: "It's fine. It won't cost much. If it's wasted, then let it be wasted."
Mu Mingtang glared at him. Hsieh Hyun-chen could only change his words: "It's just that we used too much fruit the first time. In the future, when our room has the smell of fruit, we won't have to replace them so frequently. I estimate that twice a day will be enough. "
After saying this, Hsieh Hyun-chen straightforwardly expressed his praise for this idea: "As expected, you have a way. This idea is good. Throw away fresh fruits once a day. No matter what, they won't be able to do anything."
"Don't say anymore." Mu Mingtang's heart ached every time she thought about it, "Throwing it away twice a day is still very distressing."
But no matter what, it solved the problem of Wu Yufei. The second step was to remove the drug's control over Hsieh Hyun-chen.
The young Daoist boy was urged by Mu Mingtang for several days before he finally found his master's manuscripts.
In just a few days, the young Daoist boy had been fed white and fat by the Wang fu's meals. He said with a small round face: "I studied my master's handwriting for a long time and flipped through medical books. I finally found a way."
"What is it?"
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