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Chapter 930 Relief
Fang Xian stopped, and looked at Mu Dianke approaching coldly, "Why, is Young Madam going to recite "The Commandments for Women" to me?"

Mu Dian had the heart to answer him, think it over, don't hit people where they hurt.

Leaning slightly, he said, "The general has come to the humble house, and he hasn't seen him for many days. It's because the women are rude."

Fang Xian was not used to it.

Mu Dian ignored Fang Xian's expression like seeing a ghost, and said with a smile, "I have something to ask the general, I wonder if Miss Rong is okay?"

Yin explained, "Qian Buddha and Ms. Rong are old friends, and he should show his concern because of love and reason. I think he is also concerned about it. Just because I want to avoid suspicion, I can't ask in person, so I will ask him a question for him."

It really made Mu Dian's point of view, Chang Qianfo had been chatting with him about his illness these days, even if he didn't ask Rong Qian'er, Fang Xian still felt quite chilled.

——Fortunately, Qian'er made a special detour to Luoyang to see him for the last time!
Since Mu Dian had good intentions, Fang Xian didn't want to face him coldly, and said, "Tuoba Qi respects Qian'er very much."

Mu Dianke laughed, from the heart, without pretense.

Tuoba Qiyin was fierce and cruel, and this was the best situation she could foresee for Rong Qian'er.

Rong Qian'er gained the respect of Tuoba Qi with his talent and wisdom, even if he had gained a firm foothold in the Northland.

As long as Tuoba Qi recognizes this wife who almost became his sister-in-law, and recognizes Rong Qian'er's identity as the concubine of the Northern Kingdom.At the very least, Rong Qian'er will not be ridiculed and bullied in the future and have a hard time.

As for whether there is love between the two, it doesn't matter to Rong Qian'er, who has received strict upbringing from the family since childhood, has a broad vision and higher pursuit than love and love.

"The ancients said that in the friendship between people, some white heads are as new as before, and some are as old as before." Mu Dianke said regretfully, "If I had known Miss Rong earlier, I might be lucky enough to become close friends."

"Qian'er said the same thing." Fang Xian said.

Mu Dian laughed ridiculously, Rong Qian'er is really a beautiful woman who can't pick out any flaws, it is a kind of compliment for her to say that.

When Zhe was about to go back, Fang Xian called her back, "Fang Yuan... that is Fang Junyu you mentioned, has he ever mentioned the past to you?"

Mu Dianke shook his head, "Never talked about the past."

The acquaintance between her and Fang Junhe was not pleasant, and the friendship at first could only be described as cold.

At that time, she came to Xiliang after hard work, with disheveled hair and dirty face, picking up rotten fruits thrown away by people on the side of the street to eat, Fang Jun and the beautiful woman in white clothes like a banished fairy, leaning on the emerald railings, eating from the crystal plate at will. He picked a piece of cake and threw it to her, "Sigh! Child, come and eat."

She caught the cake, and slammed it hard at the face that was astonished but smiled abhorrently.

That's how he picked it up.

She learned how to adjust the strings, record the score, follow him with the piano every day, add fragrance when he flirts with beauties, make tea, warm wine, and copy down the new music he improvised.

And he gave her a bite to eat, as well as wages that she could save and use to find someone.

He is the master, and he will not confide in a little piano boy and tell too many stories about himself; and she also keeps her secret, even using fake names.

The two accompany each other day in and day out, but they are estranged and indifferent to each other.

This situation improved slightly after Fang Junyu killed a pedophile Zuoyan nobleman for her at a banquet.

She would take the initiative to wash his face and make a bowl of hangover tea after he was hungover; he taught her to play the piano and bought some suitable books for her to read.It's just that they still don't speak deeply, let alone tell each other their identities.

——Fang Jun and this person, seemingly gentle and affectionate, without any thorns, are actually a cold-hearted person, with a kind of alienation from the crowd.Doesn't talk to anyone much.

Everything about him: he is a child of the Fang family in Jiankang, his mother is a former princess, including the matter that was confirmed today, all of which she deduced based on clues, and Fang Junyu never voluntarily mentioned it.

"He likes camellias, especially white ones." Fang Xian said, "It is said that it was because his mother loved this flower when she was alive. On the day he left Fang's house, he took nothing with him, including his mother's piano. A white camellia was picked in the yard."

"He actually... suffered some grievances. He was wrong, but not that big. My father and brothers didn't know, but I knew. There was a strong wind that day, flying sand and rocks. I don't know if it was because of this that he went north."

The land outside the pass cannot grow delicate camellias.

But beside Fang Junhe, the shadow of white camellia can indeed be seen everywhere - the wooden strings of the wood, the cups and plates, and even the dark lines on the clothes.

His clothes are white all the year round, perhaps because of this reason.

Fang Xian said it very cryptically, but Mu Dian could have guessed it—since mistakes are certain, then mistakes and big mistakes are nothing more than those two situations—it is not a grievance, it is a great injustice.

She thought of the shrunken face of the woman she saw in Qingshui Town again, and felt guilty.It is also beginning to know Fang Xian's suffering of not being able to understand outsiders these years, and the inevitable reconciliation between him and Le Shu.

"In that kind of place, it should be... very difficult, right?" Fang Xian said.

Obviously, the person he asked was not Mu Dianke, but Fang Junyu.

Mu Dian could guess that perhaps back then, there was a bond of affection between the cousins.Later, one owed the other, and one didn't clarify with the other, and they complained about each other for more than ten years, and the relationship has not completely disappeared.

"Who is easy?" Mu Dianke said, "The wind and sand outside the pass are fierce, and the soft rain in the south of the Yangtze River is like a knife. How can it be easy for the general. But the road is always getting wider and wider."

Sometimes language is such a magical thing.

It has no temperature and no power, but at a certain moment, it meets you unexpectedly.So you know that your bitterness, grievance, and suffering for so many days are not understood by everyone.So it turned into a flame and had the power of a mountain torrent.

"When did you know?" Fang Xian's eyes turned red, but he endured it.

Mu Dianke stopped looking at him and shook his head, "I don't know either. Maybe it was just now, and it seems that it can be traced back to a long time ago."

She flicked the rain-soaked broken flowers on the ground with her toes, like a little girl who just lost a toy, her tone full of regret,

"You don't know, when we girls were young, which boy we liked, most of them couldn't help but tell our best sisters. But more than half, these sisters stopped dating later. Gein liked him when he was young, How long or not: It is possible that the boy I liked later gained weight and became ugly, so I liked another handsome young man; it is also possible that the boy liked another girl... After all, I don’t want to mention this matter again. Not to mention, I don't even want to see that little sister who has confide in her worries."

Fang Xian listened to Mu Dian's thoughts, both funny and annoyed, "You think I'm your little sisters? Such a small belly."

Mu Dian laughed, and raised his face, "Then we are brothers?"

Fang Xian choked.

So this stupidly pregnant woman wants to puff her stomach and beg her to make a deal with her?

Mu Dianke conjured up an extra piece of white camellia wrapped in gauze in his hand, and handed it to Fang Xian—it was put in his sleeve and brought out, "For you."

Fang Xian: ...

He knew that Mu Dian didn't have such good intentions, and he was moved by lying to him for a moment, but in the end he still wanted to anger him.

He is a general leading an army, how can he imitate Fang Yuan's camellia elegance!

"do not want!"

"Who said, don't learn from my little sister, who has a small stomach and chicken intestines--Sister Xian?"

Fang Xian's face turned dark, and he snatched the camellia that was swaying in front of his eyes.He was afraid that if he didn't pick up again, Mu Dian would call him Aunt Xian and Aunt Xian next time - there's nothing this woman can't do!

Fang Xian's treatment will be improved after he is no longer "small belly and chicken intestines", "Go well, Brother Fang."

Fang Xian really had enough, a mountain bump appeared between his eyebrows, "How did Chang Qianfo bear you?"

"Everyone likes to see different scenery." Mu Dianke said leisurely, "You like the clear spring in the mountains, but he likes the river tide coming out of the Qiantang."

Quite literary talent, exported into poetry.Fang Xian thought with a sneer.

Mu Dianke continued, "What's more, beauty is in the eyes of lovers. Maybe in the future you will marry a wife who is dark, fat and ugly, and likes to pick your nose in front of others. You still think she is as beautiful as a flower, and she is so cute."

Fang Xian left without waiting for Mu Dianke to finish his nonsense.

So far, he has no intention of winning back in front of Mu Dianke, and he is determined to stay away from her, so as not to be cured of his illness, he will be angry to death first.

(End of this chapter)