Wei Moxuan stayed in the Wei family cemetery, prepared sacrifices, lit incense candles, and looked at the cold tombstones arranged side by side, "Jingxuan, wait for me, wait for me to go down and reunite with you in a hundred years."
He looked at Xiao Zhuyin's tombstone. She was buried as his wife, "Xiao Zhuyin, I know you are resentful. Let's wait until a hundred years later to settle all the grievances."
Finally, his eyes fell on Wei Qinglian's tombstone, "Sister, you must take good care of the two of them down there. The second uncle after Qiu will be executed, and he will be buried here when the time comes. The whole family will be reunited."
"Master, today is the day when Miss Murong returns to Beijing." The housekeeper said from the side.
Wei Moxuan is now the head of the Wei family, and all the important responsibilities of the Wei family have been placed in his hands. He has stayed here for a long time, and it is time to go back.
"Okay! Let's go down the mountain."
At Wei's residence, the carriage was ready, and Gongyichu was arranged to meet them at the border of Puyang.
The couple are waiting for Wei Moxuan, they always have to say goodbye after meeting each other.
Wei Moxuan returned to the mansion and saw the two of them waiting in the hall, and ordered the butler to prepare a farewell drink.
Wei Moxuan raised his wine glass and looked at the two of them, "Since parting is the next time we get together, if we come to Puyang in the future, if we still remember today's friendship, it will be the day we meet again. Wei, please do it first!"
The eyes of the couple met. Even though there was only one person left in the Wei family at this time, he was the winner after all. With their identities in mind, they were sure that the wine should be correct.
Yingluo grabbed the wine glass and drank it in one gulp, and said with a hearty smile: "If Mr. Wei comes to the capital in the future, just mention Yingluo's name and we will meet him."
Wei Moxuan also laughed loudly, "Miss Murong is really a hero among women!"
He picked up the wine glass and handed it to Si Wushang. He looked at Si Wushang who was still wearing a mask and said, "Brother Zi Ling, since you are going back to the capital, why not show your true face to others."
Si Wushang took the wine in his hand and drank it in one gulp. Without hesitation, he reached out and pulled off the silver mask on his face and held it in his hand, "I'm here, Si Wushang!"
Wei Moxuan raised his head and drank half of the old wine in one gulp. He raised his eyes to look at King Zheng's appearance. The cinnabar between his eyebrows was particularly eye-catching. No wonder he had to wear a mask. "Prince Zheng is really a dragon and a phoenix among men. I can do this."
It is indeed a rare fate to get to know King Zheng and Princess Zheng."
They hid their identities just to facilitate their work. Yingluo explained: "Mr. Wei, please don't get me wrong."
"Princess Zheng is too polite. If her identity were revealed earlier, she would not feel comfortable."
It was good for her to think like this, "Mr. Wei, it's getting late, we should go."
"Wait a minute! Wei has a gift for you two."
Wei Moxuan had already prepared a gift for the two of them. It was the painting that the three of them created together in the restaurant that day, and now Wei Moxuan has mentioned it.
Wei Moxuan handed the painting to Prince Zheng. Si Wushang slightly raised his eyelashes and unfolded the scroll. The two birds playing on the branches in the sea of flowers were both perched together. They had a unique look. There were two sentences on it.
, "The white heads will never be apart, and the tired birds will return to their nests with the remaining flowers and phoenixes!"
Wei Moxuan married two women in his life, but both of them died without illness. However, he was the only one left in the Wei family. I am afraid that leaving this painting will only add sadness.
"This painting was originally painted by two people, and now it has been returned to its original owner."
Si Wushang's lips slightly raised, and he had something to say to him, "Wei Moxuan, as long as your heart is towards the imperial court, the imperial court will naturally not treat you badly, so you can shine on the lintel and take care of yourself."
Si Wushang walked in front, holding the scroll in one hand, and rushed out of the house, "Let's go!"
Yingluo nodded and said, "Mr. Wei, see you later!" She then got on the carriage.
The two got on the carriage that had been prepared, lowered the curtains, and the carriage moved forward. They were going to meet Gong Yichu.
The carriage shook all the way, and Yingluo looked at the picture scroll sent by Wei Moxuan and thought about it. She still remembered the scene of meeting in the restaurant. He was the only one left in the Wei family. Even if he got the position of the head of the family, what was the point.
"This matter has finally come to an end. We still have to rush to meet up with Gongyichu. Returning to the capital is the main event."
When it comes to Gongyichu, Yingluo still doesn't have a good impression of him. She originally thought that he only talked to her and coaxed women, but she didn't want to have Wei Qinglian.
Also because he lost his life, he still felt some sympathy for Wei Qinglian in his heart, but God's will made people twist, and Gongyichu turned out to be his biological brother.
I only saved him because of my father's affection, but deep down I despised Gong Yichu's behavior.
"Your Majesty, it's not that easy to exonerate him and make the emperor believe it. I will discuss it with Zhen'er and ask him to ask Yang Bupo to cover up Amai's matter."
Si Wushang saw that her expression was solemn, that the matter was not urgent and that she still had some time to plan, so he stretched out his hand and took Yingluo's body into his arms, "Thank you for your hard work these days."
"Yingluo didn't do anything. It was a bit hard for the prince to put on the mask."
Her warm fingertips held her Ningzhisu in her hand, "If Luo'er wants to see it, I can bring it to you at any time."
Yingluo slowly moved closer and leaned on her shoulder. His warm words dispersed the heavy haze that filled the carriage.
The carriage was traveling all the way, the night was closing, and the sky was getting dark. They stayed at the Yuelai Inn. They booked an independent courtyard behind the inn, where Gongyichu was waiting.
This was the last time Yingluo saw her in Puyang Prison. Si Wushang knew that his brother and sister had deep grudges, "Luo'er, go and see her. He is your biological brother after all."
Yingluo walked in with hesitant steps and saw the familiar figure of Gongyi Chu. She thought of her past life and did not want to believe that the despicable and shameless person in front of her was her biological brother.
"We only rescued you for father's sake. You can take care of yourself when you get to the capital."
He stretched out his hand and took Zhen'er, "Zhen'er, let's go! I still have something to say to you."
Si Wushang saw that Murong Yingluo was as indifferent as ever, "This girl is a bit stubborn!"
Gongyi looked stiff at first. He didn't blame Yingluo but he deceived her. Fortunately, he married Prince Zheng and didn't make a big mistake.
"What happened today is nothing but your own fault!"
"There is some risk in returning to Beijing this time. I will try my best to excuse you from your Majesty's side. The rest is up to you. For example, what are the trends in the ancient Wu Kingdom?"
The night was quiet, Zhen'er waited on Yingluo to bathe and change clothes, the prince and the princess slept in peace, and then left to go back to her room. Although the deed of prostitution was already in her hands, she had not forgotten Yingluo's kindness.
Yingluo had already talked to her alone and was thinking about how to speak tomorrow, but she suddenly bumped into someone, "I'm sorry!"
Yang Bupo was waiting at the door of her room, "Zhen'er, did I hurt you?"
"No! Brother Yang, why are you here."
"I've been dealing with Caobang matters these past few days. I haven't seen you for a long time. I came here to have a look to put my mind at ease. You look like you have something on your mind?"
Zhen'er wanted to ask him but found it difficult to say, "No, it's nothing?"
Seeing that she didn't want to say anything, Yang Bupo didn't force her, "I see you are safe and sound, then I'm leaving!"
Zhen'er hurriedly reached out and grabbed his rough palm, "Brother Yang, I have something to ask you!"
Bupo saw her clasped hands and said, "Don't be so nervous in the future. If you have anything to say, just say it?"
"Brother Yang, Master Chu is the only son of the Murong family, can you help me?"
He was already helping with some things. He felt that King Zheng was doing the right thing. Keeping Gongyi Chu was a bargaining chip for the emperor to deal with Murong Xuan.
"Is it just for this matter? I will try my best."
"Thank you, Brother Yang!" Zhen'er lowered her eyes and did not dare to look at him.
At this time, she was weak and a little shy, which made people love her, and she slowly moved closer to her.
Zhen'er's body stiffened. She had already made up her mind to marry Yang Bupo and did not push him away. "Yang...Brother Yang, Zhen'er will marry you!"
Bupo was a little surprised, and said with joy in his eyes: "Zhen'er, you have thought about it carefully."
"Well, I've thought about it carefully!"
Bupo finally waited until she was willing to marry him, held her shoulders, and touched her forehead with his tender lips.