Chapter 165: treasure

Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Five
Knowing that Menglan was leaving soon, Lin Fan was locked up in the city lord's mansion all day to paint Menglan portraits of various forms and decorations. Every time a picture is drawn, a sister of Xingyuezong will copy and expand the number.
Xue Mu also took advantage of this time to contact Wen Hao, racing against time. He intends to arrange for Wen Hao and a group of Yanyang Sect masters to accompany him to the capital. The purpose is not only to protect Menglan, but also to exist as an "artist assistant team", responsible for composing, accompaniment and foreign affairs for Menglan. All aspects.
This is deliberately standardized and matured performing arts. After all, the Yanyang Sect gang almost all play music, and they don't use a lot of resources. It is a waste of traveling all day. Moreover, Wen Hao is still a strong veteran. Although his strength has declined, he is completely competent to protect Menglan, and he is just an old man, so he can use it with ease.
And this task fits Wen Hao and the others. It is also a favorite music job, and it is a "commercial travel to Beijing", which is simply a joy for everyone.
Facts proved that Xue Mu's judgment was not wrong, and all the preparations had just been completed, and Xiahoudi came to leave early the next morning.
"Leave today?"
"Leave today."
In the short conversation, both sides stopped at the same time.
The two of them didn't talk more about the exchange mission about Nanxia and Lunwu. The more they talked about it, the more embarrassing the two sides would be, it is better to understand.
Because the nature of the matter was too subtle, it was Xiahoudi who was making trouble for him and dragging Xingyuezong back, but didn't it contain some women's grievances? Those words still linger in my ears: You will help Xingyue Sect think about it, why not think about it for me?
But after all, this can't be left on the table to talk about it, just treat it as a deal-Xue Mu completed the task and Xia Houdi supported Lingzhou Lunwu. It was as simple as that, don't say more, just do it.
Other things, tacitly.
"I will give it to you."
"Ok."
The dialogue became simpler, Xue Mu just walked side by side with Xiahoudi in silence, and the two did not speak all the way.
No one knows, Menglan also took on a special task-she brought a secret fragrance powder, ready to hand over to the capital of the sub-rud Xiaoai, to Liu Guifei and Li Gonggong to start with Ji Qingyuan.
In the absence of other more suitable medicines, Xue Mu could only choose the ill-fated Anxiangsan. I hope that Ji Qingyuan is fine and not be frightened.
Xue Mu's silence was not because of parting melancholy. Lingzhou was only more than 800 miles away from the capital, and no matter how inconvenient the traffic was, it would take only a few days. He was not so kind. The real reason was that he suddenly realized that the guy he was planning to poison was Xiahoudi's biological father.
Whether it’s falling in love or killing each other, enemy or friend, it’s always a friend who has very special feelings and contacts. The relationship itself is already very delicate. This time, the master poisoned her father, even more so. The subtle relationship is pushed to its limit.
But he would not stop the plan pretentiously, because it was Ji Qingyuan who wanted to kill them first, and because of Ji Qingyuan's unfathomable mental skills, it might cause a lot of trouble in the future, and it must be cut to correct it. What's more, only when Ji Qing is abolished, can Xingyuezong's internal layout truly exert a terrifying effect.
No matter what angle, he should not stop planning, he must tell himself that Xiahoudi is Xiahoudi and Ji Qingyuan is Ji Qingyuan. Don't get confused.
However, looking at Xiahoudi's slightly melancholy eyes, Xue Mu kept choking in his throat what he wanted to say. He didn't know how to say a complete sentence, and a thousand words finally turned into two words: "Treasure."
Xiahoudi was really sad about parting. Seeing Xue Mu's behavior was abnormal, she felt a little unspeakable in her heart, apparently thinking that Xue Mu was also saying goodbye. She also said a thousand words and didn't know how to say it. She stood quietly in the wind, letting the mountain wind blow, and looked at each other silently for a long time before replied: "Treasure."
Then he turned around, and the cloak fluttered, bringing out a phantom before his eyes, suddenly like a dream.
Menglan bowed his head and followed behind. She naturally understands Xue Mu's thoughts with a secret fragrance. She also sighed secretly in her heart, and put herself in the position to think about it, she would feel weird if she changed herself to be a son. Especially... after really poisoning Ji Qingyuan, can I face Xiahoudi as he is now? Maybe it will be a big grudge when I see you again. Thinking about the scenes then makes people shake their heads.
Xue Mu stood on the hill, silently watching everyone travel far, until the convoy sank into the sky and was covered by yellow sand, he remained silent for a long time.
Zhuo Qingqing and others stood behind him, and it took a long time to remind him in a low voice: "My son, it's time to go back."
As guards, they knew more about secrets than anyone else, and they knew exactly what Xue Mu was feeling depressed at this time.
Xue Mu sighed, "Qingqing, I kind of want to drink."
Zhuo Qingqing smiled slightly: "Then Qingqing accompanies the son to drink."
Xue Mu looked into the distance and shook his head: "So sometimes I hate myself, because I want to drink and I don't want to get drunk, but have other purposes."
"What the son meant... Looking for someone else to drink?"
"Ok."
"Who are you looking for?"
"Zheng Haoran."
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At this time, Zheng Haoran was very resentful of Xinyizong, and he admired Xue Mu very much. He who has always participated in the Xie Changsheng incident was very clear. If Xue Mu had discovered the problem in advance and triggered it in advance, it is very likely that everyone will be planted this time. In this small bandit, Xue Mu also saved everyone's lives in disguise, including Zheng Haoran.
This brought his goodwill towards Xue Mu to its culmination. Seeing Xue Mu rushing to find him for a drink, he was in a good mood. He joked: "It's rare that Brother Xue is so full of thoughts."
Xue Mu has always been forced to pretend to be internally injured, and it is not easy to have the opportunity to tease him.
In addition, the change from "City Lord Xue" to "Brother Xue" also highlights the close relationship at this time.
Xue Mu lifted his head and drank it and sighed: "It's nothing to worry about, but as a normal person, there will always be emotions caused by certain things. We are not asking Jianzong to practice himself as a sword. Broken."
"Yes, this kind of brother Xue has been alive a lot." Zheng Haoran laughed and said: "Pretend to be very tired before, including deliberately attacking me."
"Ha, you can actually see it."
Seeing him readily confess, Zheng Haoran didn't care about it, and said with a smile: "As a human being, he always calculates, and he is always tired. You might as well let go of your arms and get drunk and drink!"
The two drank a big bowl happily, and Xue Mu wiped the corners of his mouth and laughed: "Good. To be honest, I haven't drunk like this in a long time."
Zheng Haoran said, "Let me guess, what makes Brother Xue feel bad today...probably only the parting of President Xiahou?"
Xue Mu sighed softly: "You said, people leave and always cherish it. Can you meet again if you cherish it?"
Zheng Haoran shook his head: "Dao cherishes it, but I look forward to reunion. However, the turmoil of the world is dangerous, and the thing that Dao cherishes but is separated from the sky can be seen everywhere. How can it be reunited?"
"So, if we really meet again, will we become enemies then?"
Zheng Haoran was startled, and then said for a while: "I thought you hurt parting, but it turns out you were afraid of reunion."
Xue Mu was also taken aback, and then raised his glasses to respect: "It's a good summary! Let's say that this is a confession!"