In the previous life, when the two of them were tortured to the point of pain, he once held her hand, handed her a sharp dagger, and said to her with a sad smile: "This is called the Xuanyu Dagger."
"When I was nine years old, I took him to the battlefield and killed countless enemies, blowing his hair and cutting off his hair."
"Don't you want my life? Use this knife to stab me here."
"This knife is very sharp. You don't need to use all your strength. Just move it forward gently and the dagger will pierce my heart and kill me."
"Don't you want me to die? Come on."
At that time, he was drunk, took Ming Wuyou's hand and stabbed him in the heart without hesitation.
Ming Wuyou was stunned and struggled to break away.
But he started too quickly, and the dagger tore through his clothes and left a scar on his heart.
Ming Wuyou hated him so much that he scolded him incessantly: "If you want to die, go away and die. Don't dirty my hands!"
Murong Yu smiled sadly, threw away the dagger, pinched her hand and pressed it on the wound, letting the blood spread from the wound.
She hates him.
He then let her torture him with her own hands, using the most clumsy way to make her feel a little better.
"Ming Wuyou." Murong Yu's voice sounded again, "Come to the capital with me and we won't separate, okay?"
Ming Wuyou came to his senses.
She did not speak, but threw herself into Murong Yu's arms and expressed her feelings with actions.
Murong Yu instantly felt that a missing part of his heart had suddenly returned.
The two hugged each other quietly for a long time, and Ming Wuyou slowly pulled away from his arms, "Let me see your injury."
"good."
Murong Yu stood up cooperatively and widened his clothes.
Ming Wuyou saw that the scar on his arm was intact and had not cracked because he hugged her.
Her hand gently touched the scar: "Is it itchy? Have you used the ointment I asked Yuan Hao to bring you?"
"Yes." Murong Yu nodded. After he saw her nodding, he was about to put on his clothes. Suddenly he said: "It's a bit itchy."
Ming Wuyou hesitated, "Then let me help you catch it."
She didn't dare to scratch too hard for fear of scratching the wound, so she gently pressed her fingertips on the edge of the scar.
Murong Yu looked at her eyelashes that flickered like small fans, and suddenly grabbed her again, hugged her tightly, and blocked all Ming Wuyou's sounds with his lips.
…
When we returned to Ming's house, it was already dark.
Ming Wuyou did not go directly to Fushouyuan, but went to his own Wuyou Pavilion and sat down in front of the mirror.
The woman in the mirror has a peach-like face, with slightly pink cheeks.
Her lips were red and a bit swollen, and there were a few bright red strawberry marks on her neck.
Ming Wuyou looked in the mirror for a while and sighed helplessly.
Murong Yu was really crazy today. He hugged him and refused to let go. How could he meet people like this?
"Caiyue." After thinking for a while, Ming Wuyou greeted, "Go and see grandpa."
"yes."
Caiyue retreated and came back after a while and said: "The old man had dinner and rested early."
Ming Wuyou breathed a sigh of relief, that meant he didn't have to look.
Caiyue added: "Miss, it's getting late, you should go to bed early."
"Um."
Ming Wuyou nodded, told Caiyue to prepare hot water for a bath, and then climbed onto the bed.
She hugged the quilt and fell asleep lazily. She dreamed of how Murong Yu held her in his arms today and wouldn't let go. She felt like she was drowning in his arms and couldn't turn over all night long.
The next day, Ming Wuyou stood up with a red face.
After washing, Ming Wuyou looked in the mirror.
The lips have returned to their original appearance.
The marks on my neck have turned purple.
Ming Wuyou brought some powder, carefully covered the marks on his neck, tidied himself up, and took Caiyue to Fushouyuan.
Since Ming Wuyou was reborn, he has been keeping a close eye on Mr. Ming's daily life and taking care of his health.
Although it was early now, Mr. Ming had already gotten up and was standing on the porch with a cane, teasing the birds.
"Wouyou'er is here!" Seeing Ming Wuyou come in, the old man beamed and said, "Come, I'm just having breakfast with grandpa."
Ming Wuyou smiled and stepped forward, helping his grandfather from the corridor to the stone table in the courtyard. He took the embroidered cushion from Uncle Zhong's hand and placed it on the stone bench before helping his grandfather sit down.
"How are you feeling, grandpa these days?" Ming Wuyou's hand took the old man's pulse.
"Grandpa is doing very well." Mr. Ming said with a smile: "Go to bed early and get up early. I feel refreshed and my daily appetite is much better. This is all thanks to my Wuyouer's careful care of grandpa."
Ming Wuyou confirmed that the old man's pulse was stable, and said with a smile: "Grandpa is destined to have a long life, so his body and bones recover so quickly!"
"Wouyou'er is really good at talking."
The old man praised him and had breakfast with Ming Wuyou.
Ming Wuyou fanned his grandfather and said, "Grandpa, I plan to enter Beijing."
"Entering Beijing?" The old man paused slightly while drinking tea and asked, "When?"
"The third day of October."
Ming Wuyou said warmly: "Go to the capital with the regent and make a companion."
"That's it..."
Mr. Ming picked up the tea cup and took a sip before saying, "Since you have made your decision, go and prepare as soon as possible. There are only two days until the third grade of junior high school."
"Grandpa, won't you come with me?"
"Grandpa has old arms and legs, and I'm afraid I don't have enough energy to travel a long distance." Mr. Ming said with a smile: "What will you do if I become a burden to you?"
"No." Ming Wuyou held the old man's skinny hand: "Grandpa has taken good care of himself recently. There will be no problem in traveling."
"I want to go with grandpa." Looking at the old man's face, Ming Wuyou said seriously: "If grandpa doesn't want to go, then I won't go either."
Fu Rou was not afraid. Ming Wuyou did not need to go to the capital to deal with it in person. He sent a message to Shen Qingci that there were ways to make Fu Rou's life worse than death.
As for Murong Yu——
It is true that she liked Murong Yu and did not want to separate.
But her grandfather is her only relative.
She would never leave her grandfather alone in Jiangzhou.
The old man looked at Ming Wuyou for a while, then sighed: "How can Prince Zhan's Mansion be happy if you stay here with me, an old man like you?"
"Besides, if you stay in Jiangzhou, what will you do in the future? You and the regent -" Mr. Ming said helplessly: "He won't want you to stay in Jiangzhou, right?"
"He said that he allowed me to do whatever I wanted." Ming Wuyou said with a smile, "Don't say I stay in Jiangzhou. Even if I go to the ends of the earth, he will let me go."
Mr. Ming frowned, "If the regent doesn't insist on taking you to Beijing, wouldn't that mean——"
I don’t like Ming Wuyou much either.
Ming Wuyou took his grandfather's hand and shook it: "The world is big and the earth is big. Grandpa is the biggest. Everyone else has to step aside!"
Mr. Ming was said to be very happy.
Then I thought of Ming Wuyou's situation, especially his relationship with the regent.
How long can a love between two places be kept fresh?
When the regent returned to the capital, he was surrounded by rich and noble ladies, and the birds and birds were in beautiful colors.
By then, his worry-free son will be sad.
The old man really didn't want to go to the capital. Jiangzhou was where he grew up. As he got older, he didn't want to leave.
But at this time, he didn't want to make Ming Wuyou sad in the near future because of himself.
Mr. Ming didn't hesitate for a long time and patted the back of Ming Wuyou's hand: "The capital is full of wealth and wealth. Grandpa hasn't been there for more than ten years. Speaking of which, he still misses it a little. I'll let you go this time." This chapter has been completed!