"General Mu, the leader of the Misi clan wants to see you."
When Mu Jingrui heard his subordinates reporting outside the door, he carefully put Shangguan Wan Ning's hand back into the quilt.
"General Mu, I have found a way to rescue you." Mi Si's eyes were full of proud joy, "I took the elders of the clan into the deepest part of the altar and found a mural on it, which describes the story of Southern Xinjiang.
The head-lowering technique.”
Mi Si was still immersed in the shock brought by those murals and said: "The method to crack it is very simple. Just pour the black dog's blood mixed with the donkey's blood on the soles of the person's feet."
Mu Jingrui closed his eyes slightly, and waves of grief surged in his heart.
It turns out that saving Zheng Zhixing is so simple.
It turns out that they were only one step away.
"General Mu?" Mi Si saw Mu Jingrui's expressionless face and couldn't see any happiness at all, and couldn't help but feel a little strange, "Is there... any other questions?"
"It would be great if the patriarch could arrive a few days earlier." Mu Jingrui sighed, "Thank you very much, patriarch, for taking the trouble. I will remember this sentiment."
Mi Si noticed that Mu Jingrui was in a low mood and guessed that something happened that he didn't know about. He didn't ask any more questions, bowed and left.
Mu Jingrui turned around and went back to the room, and saw that Shangguan Wan Ning had woken up at some point, standing there blankly, with red eyes and a pale face.
"Ning'er, you... heard everything?"
Shangguan Wan Ning walked to the table step by step, staggering and almost falling. She pressed her hand against the table to support herself. She was very sad, but could no longer shed a single tear.
"Why... why don't you wait a minute?"
Shangguan Wan Ning turned her back to Mu Jingrui, her voice filled with endless sorrow and complaint.
"Whether you believe it or not, the strength of my palm will not cause Zhixing's tragic death at all." Mu Jingrui's heart was cut by a knife, and he felt that Shangguan Wanning had lost the most basic trust in him.
"But...he is still dead..."
Mu Jingrui was speechless. At this moment, he and Shangguan Wan Ning were very close, but they seemed to be far away.
He wanted to go forward and hug Shangguan Wan Ning, so he took a few steps forward. Shangguan Wan Ning slowly walked back to the bed and gently lowered the bed curtain.
Her refusal to communicate added a pinch of salt to Mu Jingrui's already broken heart.
In the end, Mu Jingrui did not force himself and walked out of Shangguan Wan Ning's room silently.
The next afternoon, the emperor's imperial edict arrived.
Just as Shangguan Wan Ning and Mu Jingrui expected, the emperor allowed Mu Jingrui to escort Zheng Zhixing back to the capital to await trial.
"General Mu, can you take me to meet my young master now?"
Zheng Zheng is the steward of the Yiyong Hou Mansion. He followed Zheng Guoxun on his military expeditions in the north and south when he was a teenager. He carries an upright and proud aura about him.
He watched Zheng Zhixing grow up and was very concerned about Zheng Zhixing.
"I'm afraid... it's not possible for the time being." Mu Jingrui lowered his eyelids, thinking about how to explain to the Zheng family.
After listening solemnly, a meaningful smile appeared on his face.
He took out a three thousand tael silver note from his sleeve, walked up to Mu Jingrui, and shook Mu Jingrui's hand pretending to be a relative.
"My young master is young and ignorant, and has caused trouble to General Mu. This is my filial piety to General Mu on behalf of the young master."
Mu Jingrui's palm touched the banknote. He was angry and annoyed. His face darkened and he pulled his hand back.
"You think you have misunderstood me." Mu Jingrui took a deep breath and was about to tell Zheng Zheng about Zheng Zhixing's death when Shangguan Wan Ning came over.
"Uncle Zhong, I will take you there."
He turned around solemnly and was shocked to see the emaciated Shangguan Wan Ning.
"Miss Cousin? Are you here? Why...how did you become like this?" Zheng Zheng walked quickly in front of Shangguan Wan Ning, worried and anxious, "Oh, what if the master and three young masters see this?"
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"I'm fine," Shangguan Wan Ning's voice was a little hoarse, "Uncle Zhong, I'll take you to see Zhixing."
"good."
Shangguan Wan Ning glanced at Mu Jingrui, and her heart ached again.
She came to Yizhuang with Zheng Zheng, and when she saw Zheng Zhixing's name written on the memorial tablet, it was like a bolt from the blue. She stood there blankly for a long time, and suddenly her knees went weak and she knelt down, crying bitterly.
"Young master? You...young master, how can you leave? How can you explain to me when you ask me to go back?"
He solemnly kowtowed several times in front of Zheng Zhixing's memorial tablet, and for a moment he was at a loss for words.
He cried for a long time, while Shangguan Wanning just stood aside quietly.
"Miss Cousin, how did the young master die?"
Shangguan Wan Ning's originally blank thoughts now became even more sad.
What should she say? Should she tell Zheng Zheng that Zheng Zhixing was beaten to death by Mu Jingrui's palm?
In this way, the feud between the Zheng family and Mu Jingrui was finally settled. Then, it would be impossible for her and Mu Jingrui to be together again.
"Miss Cousin, are you talking?"
When Shangguan Wan Ning came back to her senses, she realized that tears were streaming down her face.
In the past few days, she didn't dare to think about the future. She found that after she woke up after being reborn, she initially wanted to protect her family and approached Mu Jingrui, but later fell in love after sharing life and death. She... no longer wanted to be with Mu Jingrui.
Rui separated.
"Uncle Zhong, let's send Zhixing back first."
Zheng Zheng felt that Shangguan Wan Ning seemed to be deliberately avoiding this question, so he did not force it. He stood up, wiped his tears, and went to make arrangements for his return to Beijing.
After the war stopped, Mu Jingrui stayed at the border for too long. The emperor had issued an order to urge him, so he had to return to the court.
On the day he returned, people all over the city lined the streets to see him off. At the end of the procession was Zheng Zhixing’s coffin.
The mighty army left the city, waiting for the last coffin of Zheng Zhixing, but was stopped by a group of people wearing white mourning clothes.
"You?" Shangguan Wan Ning had already guessed their identities when she saw their clothes.
"General Mu can leave with his troops, but Zheng Zhixing...can't just leave like that."
A woman wearing sackcloth and wearing mourning came out of the crowd, stared at Zheng Zhixing's coffin and cursed fiercely: "He killed so many people, and my head was directly decapitated by him. A person with such cruel methods, but
Why can you preserve the whole body and bury it?"
When Shangguan Wan Ning heard what she said, she guessed that she was the jailer's family. Just as she was about to comfort her, others also started to accuse and curse.
"This man is so insane that he doesn't even deserve to be buried."
"Yes, take him out of the coffin, crush his bones and spread his ashes."
"I will pour excrement and urine on him so that he will not be able to rest in peace even on the road to hell."
Seeing these family members of the deceased unwilling to give way, Zheng Zheng felt anxious and anxious.
He suppressed the sadness and irritability in his heart, raised his hands and said: "Everyone, my young master made a big mistake when he was young and ignorant. But he is no longer here. I beg you to be noble and let me send the young master home. We will compensate you.