"Brother, actually..." Mu Jingyan has never seen his brother so nervous, "No matter what you do, the Zheng family may not appreciate it."
Why doesn't Mu Jingrui understand?
However, regardless of whether the Zheng family appreciated it or not, he felt that Zheng Zhixing should be sent on his last journey.
He remembered the days when he marched and fought with Zheng Zhixing.
Zheng Zhixing was just a child who was not familiar with the world. He grew up in a privileged environment, but he did not have the pampering of a young master.
He was willing to join the army because he sincerely wanted to serve the imperial court, not for a bright future.
Perhaps because of Shangguan Wan Ning's relationship, Mu Jingrui always protected Zheng Zhixing as if he were his own younger brother.
Even when Zheng Zhixing was in his most difficult time, he would still seek help from him. Mu Jingrui wanted to do something for Zheng Zhixing.
However, those regrets cannot be made up for in the end.
The funeral procession came slowly, and Mu Jingrui walked out with his servants, filled three glasses of wine, and planned to pay tribute to Zheng Zhixing.
Just when his wrist was slightly downward, a strong murderous aura surged over him, forcing him to stop his movements.
Zheng Bingrong stood up, glared at Mu Jingrui, and said coldly: "Our Zheng family does not lack your glass of wine."
"Whether you are lacking or not, this is something I respect and do."
Mu Jingrui lowered his head and ignored Zheng Binrong's eyes, but continued to toast.
After Zheng Bingrong got the look from his two brothers, he struck out with a palm.
Mu Jingrui was already on guard and dodged sideways. The two of them began to fight back and forth, the wine glasses being pushed back and forth between the two.
Zheng Bingrong made fierce moves, but Mu Jingrui gave in step by step.
Shangguan Wan Ning was frightened when she saw this. She wanted to stop this fight. She couldn't help but want to step forward, but suddenly her wrists tightened.
She looked back and saw her mother grabbing her wrist.
"mother……"
"Ning'er, don't interfere. Mother knows what you are thinking, but..." Mrs. Shangguan looked at her daughter's tearful eyes and said cruelly, "You'd better let it go. From the day Mu Jingrui killed Zhixing
If you get up, you and him can no longer be together."
Shangguan Wan Ning took a breath of air.
She also had resentment towards Mu Jingrui in her heart, but resentment could not make her forget her feelings.
Just when Shangguan Wan Ning's thoughts were confused, Zheng Binrong and Mu Jingrui exchanged palms.
Zheng Bingrong took three big steps back, while Mu Jingrui stood still.
Zheng Binghong's eyes narrowed, and a sharp light flashed across his eyes.
Mu Jingrui's martial arts skills were much higher than he imagined.
Both sides of the street were lined with onlookers, whispering and whispering to each other, as if they were all waiting to see the excitement.
The Yiyong Hou Mansion has a century-old foundation in the court, and Mu Jingrui is a rising star in the limelight.
The showdown between them is exciting to watch.
Zheng Bingrong felt that he had been humiliated in front of everyone, and was about to try his best to win again, but was stopped by Zheng Binghong.
"Brother..."
"Step aside."
Zheng Binghong took a few steps forward and looked at Mu Jingrui, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised in a contemptuous arc.
"General Mu wants to offer a roadside sacrifice to my nephew, that's fine. However, your status is different from others. You have to kneel down when you toast."
When Shangguan Wan Ning heard this, she closed her eyes in pain.
How could someone as proud as Mu Jingrui kneel down and toast Zheng Zhixing?
She suddenly discovered that after resurrecting her life, she had been trying to prevent the tragedy of her previous life from happening again and to prevent her relatives from becoming enemies of this evil star. As a result...
"Zhixing followed me into the battle. I regard him as my brother. Today, I must toast these three glasses of wine. If you have other dissatisfaction with me, you can wait until today."
"That's unreasonable. Mu Jingrui, who do you think our Zheng family is? I want you to kneel down right now."
Zheng Bingrong ignored his brother's obstruction and attacked Mu Jingrui again.
Mu Jingrui took advantage of the situation and took a few steps back, then passed by Zheng Binrong's left side. By the time Zheng Binrong noticed the danger, it was already too late.
Mu Jingrui's fingers clasped Zheng Binrong's throat.
"Mu Jingrui, let go."
Zheng Binghang couldn't stand it any longer. He rushed forward a few steps, only to see Mu Jingrui's fingers tightening.
This forced him to stop.
Mu Jingrui looked expressionless and winked at the servant, who came over with three glasses of wine.
He held Zheng Bingrong in one hand and slowly tilted the wine glass with the other.
"Zhixing, you have a good journey."
After the toast, Mu Jingrui let go of Zheng Binrong.
The servants accompanying the Zheng family immediately stepped forward to help him.
At this time, Zheng Bingrong's face was already ashen.
Mu Jingrui said nothing more, but stepped aside to make way for the Zheng family's funeral procession.
"Brother, we..."
"Walk."
Zheng Binghong was furious, but the current situation made it impossible for him to do anything.
"Third brother, send Zhixing out first." Zheng Binghang looked at his son's coffin, his heart freezing.
He made a gesture and the team moved on.
When Shangguan Wan Ning and Mu Jingrui passed by each other, their eyes exchanged, and Mu Jingrui was a little more tender.
He had a lot to say to Guan Wan Ning, but he couldn't say a word.
Watching the team go away, Mu Jingrui stood there blankly, unable to recover for a long time.
"Brother, are you okay?" Mu Jingyan walked up and gently pulled his sleeve, "How about I go find..."
"It's okay." Mu Jingrui interrupted his sister, replied with two simple words, and strode back into the house.
Mu Jingyan looked at his brother's sad back and sighed deeply.
As dusk fell, Mu Jingyan left the house through the back door and came to an inconspicuous tea shop.
"Miss Mu, my master has arrived."
The person guarding the door opened the door for Mu Jingyan. She walked in and saw that there was only one table in the huge main hall.
The table was filled with all kinds of snacks, and the scent of jasmine filled the air.
When Xiao Yujue saw Mu Jingyan, she immediately stood up, walked over and held her hand, a gentle smile rippling in her eyes.
"Miss me?" Xiao Yujue reached out and caressed Mu Jingyan's cheek and asked, "You have never taken the initiative to ask me out."
Mu Jingyan's cheeks turned red, and he lowered his head to avoid Xiao Yujue's teasing gaze. "I missed you. I have something serious to see you. I thought... um..."
Xiao Yujue didn't wait for Mu Jingyan to finish speaking, then kissed her lips gently.
After a while, he let go of Mu Jingyan and took her into his arms. "But, I miss you."
Mu Jingyan's heart felt hot, and he leaned into Xiao Yujue's arms, and involuntarily opened his arms to hug him.
She closed her eyes and soaked in his breath.
Xiao Yujue patted Mu Jingyan's back gently and asked softly: "You are looking for me, do you want me to propose marriage to your brother as soon as possible?"