Wife Hua

Chapter 3

Mu Hua's figure gradually disappeared into the depths of the grassland, just like she suddenly appeared to save everyone and left just as suddenly.

Fifth Master Xia patted his nephew's shoulder lightly, Xia Qi was dazed as he stared at the direction Mu Hua was going away, and a touch of worry appeared on the boy's face.

"She didn't even mention her name. In the future... others will ask me about my savior, what should I say?" The young man clenched his immature fists tightly, "What do you mean I'm incapable of repaying her? Does she know... who I am?"

He is ranked seventh, but he is the eldest son of the Xia family. He has a brilliant literary talent, is excellent in riding and shooting, is young and weak and has already passed the high school. He is also a well-known young master in Beizhili.

Xia Wuye felt that it might not be a bad thing for the girl I met today to ignore her nephew and treat her always proud nephew. The nephew was too proud and conceited by the eldest brother and sister-in-law.

"Uncle Wu, will we meet her again?" Xia Qi looked forward to getting the answer he wanted from the well-informed Uncle Wu.

"Yes." Xia Wuye nodded slowly and earnestly, "The amazingly talented and beautiful people will go to the capital. I don't know the identity of that girl. She will definitely go to the capital when she asks Mu Shizi."

Xia Qi's eyes dimmed slightly.

Xia Wuye said with a smile: "We'll meet again next time, don't let other girls underestimate you."

Xia Qi pursed her lips tightly. Next time, he will ask her name himself!

Make her look straight in the eye.

There was a meaningful expression on Xia Wuye's lips, sister-in-law and the others don't have to worry about Xia Qi not being enlightened, but that girl is definitely not an ordinary girl, her eyes are too calm.

Rescuing their group was probably just a matter of convenience for her.

Master Xia Wu can't forget her, let alone Xia Qi who has never loved Dou Chukai deeply?
Like the bright moon in the sky, quietly illuminating the night sky, I don't know how many people in the world are looking up at the night sky obsessively.

Fifth Master Xia swallowed his words of persuasion to his nephew. After all, his nephew is still young and still has opportunities and hopes. He said in a low voice and hoarse voice: "Killing a person in ten steps will never stop him from traveling a thousand miles away. If it's over, he will leave with his clothes and hide his achievements and fame."

The verses that should have praised the peerless master were applied to her without any sense of abruptness.

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In the early morning, the rays of the sun appear in the sky, the fiery red sun slowly climbs up, the faint mist lingers on the west mountain, the dew rolls on the grass leaves, the dew is crystal clear, against the rising sun, colorful, just like glass beads.

Nearly a thousand tombstones with names and surnames are erected in the gentle land of Xishan. The black tombstones are like forests, and the whole Xishan is dyed black, solemn and sad.

The red horse with silver saddle is as fast as lightning, and Mu Hua gallops to the place where the loyal soul is buried in Xishan.

She got off her horse and walked past with a wine jar and a tombstone in her hand.

Sometimes she touched the inscription on the tombstone with her fingers, and sometimes she muttered to herself. Finally, Mu Hua came to the middle of the tombstone group. Unlike other tombstones, this mysterious stone tombstone didn't have the name of the deceased engraved on it, let alone a eulogy that showed the deceased's military exploits.

Mu Hua opened the wine jar, sprinkled the wine in front of the tombstone, then slowly squatted down, her forehead touched the bluestone, the coolness from her forehead, and the smell of mist and dew in the morning proved that she was a living person.

A smile bloomed from the corner of Mu Hua's mouth, she untied the sharp blade at her waist, and ruthlessly inserted the blade into the soft soil in front of the tombstone, the bright red tassel of the sword swaying slightly.

Until the sun turned to the west, Mu Hua moved her slightly stiff legs, took the reins, and slowly left the western mountain one by one. The setting sun elongated her shadow, as if it had dyed her a layer of gold, with an air of detachment from the world. feel.

Say goodbye to the past and enjoy a new life.

Wancheng in North Zhili is a hundred miles away from the capital, and it was originally a must-pass when entering Beijing, and it was prosperous and lively.

Five years ago, when the canal was rebuilt today, the important places connecting the capital and the south of the Yangtze River were closed, and there were many fewer businessmen and talents coming to Wancheng.

However, because Wancheng has a large area of ​​fertile land and the most famous hot spring Hongfeng in the suburbs of Beijing, Wancheng, which lost its status as the gateway to the capital, has not completely declined.

To the east of Wancheng, there is a small courtyard. The houses are neat, the trees are shady, and there is a hot spring in the backyard. It is considered an excellent residence in Wancheng.

This quiet garden belongs to the name of a lady from a distant house in the Marquis of Yong'an. In Wancheng, not many people know the Marquis of Yong'an. No one knows, no one knows.

The cousin lady is not very old, but she has a strong temper.

None of the neighbors spoke well of her, and if they disagreed, they would fight with others.

There is no one in Wancheng who is proud of Miss Mu, which is extremely rare in Wancheng, where the folk customs are simple and honest.

Once again, a lot of people gathered at the gate of Jingyuan, and the women who were eating melon seeds and chatting were chattering endlessly.

"What did the first person in Wancheng hate to do?"

"Can she still do good things?"

The woman wearing a half-new horse-faced skirt gave a piss, and pouted at the young man standing at the gate of Jingyuan, "She is blind, Chen Jiashiro doesn't even like her, don't you despise Chen Jiaqiong? Chen Silang broke his arm a few days ago." , unable to participate in this year's boy's exam, instead of comforting Chen Silang, she intensified the humiliation of the Chen family, insisted on retiring the engagement, and forced the Chen family to return the engagement token."

"She hates the poor and loves the rich. With Chen Silang's personality and appearance, matching her is simply ruining Chen Silang."

"I don't know why the old man of the Chen family agreed to this marriage?"

A group of watching women taunted Ms. Mu to their heart's content. Beside the women stood several unmarried girls dressed as young girls.

They quietly stared at the handsome and elegant Chen Silang, slowly blushing.

Chen Silang was wearing common clothes, but he looked the best, but his family was too poor. There were old parents, two widowed sister-in-laws, and two underage siblings.

If Chen Silang's family was well-off, it would never be the turn of Wancheng's most hated Miss Mu to make a marriage contract with Chen Silang.

The young man at the gate of Jingyuan has a handsome appearance and a straight figure. The white washed coarse clothes don't look shabby on him, but add a bit of elegance, which is quite natural. Five, you let Mu...Mu Hua come out and make it clear that she wants to divorce, and I agree, why did she overthrow my mother and humiliate my father?"

Not far behind the young man, stood an old man with simple clothes and patched cuffs. Seeing more and more people, the old man's cloudy eyes flashed panic, and timidly persuaded:

"Shiro, let's go back, the injury on your hand hasn't healed yet... It's fine if this marriage doesn't end, our family can't climb high, I was confused for a while, don't blame Miss Mu for humiliating me."

"Father, don't worry about this matter." Chen Silang's right arm was tied with heavy gauze, "I want to see who humiliates whom in the end?!"

The little maid hiding at the gate of the Jingyuan was neatly dressed, with delicate features and innocent eyes. Seeing the handsome and elegant Chen Silang, she couldn't help but be fooled. She pouted and said, "Miss, why are you so determined to withdraw?"

The butler, who was running around in a hurry, had a slightly mean face. He tugged at his modest beard, "I don't think I want Miss to come forward? But I don't know where Miss has gone."

Once the news of Mu Hua's disappearance is reported back to the Hou Mansion, Mrs. Yong'an Hou will have to skin him? !
Jingyuan closed the door tightly, and Mu Hua was not seen going out.

Chen Silang waited for a while, the sun was too strong, he was worried about his father's body, took out the pen and ink he had prepared, held the pen in his uninjured left hand, and wrote on the snow-white wall on the right side of the Jingyuan gate... He is an illiterate person, only surprised that Chen Silang can write with his left hand. Doesn't this mean that Chen Silang can take the boy's exam?

"Your handwriting is good."

A crisp voice came from behind. After venting his anger, Chen Silang turned his head to look at the literate person, narrowed his eyes slowly, and asked suspiciously the person sitting on the horse against the light, "Mu Hua?!"

(End of this chapter)