Sick Man Turns Out to be a General

Early in the morning, after being called out by Yang Ningyi, they walked into a alley west of the city. Without making any clear intentions, Yang Ningya, who had not slept well in the first place, could not help but have a short temper.    

"A place."    

She did not think that Yang Ningyi would have any ulterior motives for bringing her here, but she did not understand what kind of things could happen in this alley that was related to their family.    

She frowned, the more she thought about it, the more she could not understand, and accidentally bumped into Yang Ningyi who had stopped at a corner.    

The bridge of her nose was hit, causing her to cry out in pain. "Why did you suddenly stop? My nose's about to break …"    

Heavens, if her nose was crooked, would she be able to continue being human in the future?    

"Shh!" Yang Ningyi turned her head and gave her a gesture of silence. Yang Ningya hurriedly covered her mouth and felt the heavy atmosphere.    

She moved closer and whispered, "Fifth brother, what are you looking at?"    

Take a good look at the house." Yang Ningyi took a step back, giving her a seat, and pointed at a family in front of him, and said to her.    

"Is there something wrong with that family?" No matter how he looked at it, he was just an ordinary family.    

Yang Ningya frowned, she could not figure out what Yang Ningyi was thinking, and at that moment, a palanquin stopped in front of the family's home.    

"It's Master Fang of the Taichang Temple." Yang Ningya frowned, she had a bad premonition in her heart.    

The servant went up and knocked on the door. A maidservant opened it and a woman in white, wearing a veil, coquettishly took Master Fang's arm and led him in.    

"That's Master Fang's outer room, it's called Zhao Yuanyuan. Last time I fell into the water, she ordered me to do it." Yang Ningyi said calmly.    

"Why would she do that?" Yang Ningya did not understand.    

"I don't know yet, but I suspect that she has something to do with Cousin Zhao Xuan."    

Zhao Xuan?    

Yang Ningya looked like she was struck by lightning. She looked at Yang Ningyi with her eyes wide open, shook her head, and was not willing to accept this explanation, "You're lying, how long have you been since your cousin died? How could it be related to her? "    

Yang Ningya's emotions were complicated, she didn't know how to believe these words. Inside, she didn't want to blaspheme a dead person, but she felt that Yang Ningyi wouldn't lie to her.    

"This is just your guess, not the truth of the matter." She turned and left.    

Her shoulders trembled uncontrollably, her rapid and unstable footsteps revealed her panic and unease.    

As she pondered the causes and consequences, she remembered the slip of paper that she had received before the incident. The habits that the person who had written the slip of paper had indistinctly revealed were indeed very similar to that of Cousin Zhao Xuan.    

Was this really related to his cousin? She wondered, suddenly remembering another detail.    

"Fifth brother, you said that woman is Master Fang's outer room?"    

Yang Ningyi nodded her head, "I heard that she is a very mysterious woman, and even now, no one knows what she looks like."    

That was why he suspected that she had something to do with her cousin.    

Yang Ningya pondered for a moment, turned and looked at Yang Ningyi, then said: "Fifth brother, yesterday Madam Fang came to my house and proposed marriage to my mother."    

Whether it was a coincidence or deliberate action, Yang Ningya felt that she needed to properly investigate this matter.    

— —    

After dinner, Yang Ningyi returned to her room with Qingfeng accompanying him. Qingfeng made up the bed and said, "Another person said in the morning that they saw Miss Biao in the middle of the night. I'm guessing that someone might be using Lady Biao's matter to intentionally cause trouble?"    

As soon as he mentioned it, he got annoyed. The people in the manor would talk about these matters of gods and ghosts all day, causing him to have nightmares all the time in the middle of the night.    

Qing Feng sighed and tidied up the book again.    

"Did you find out who spread the rumors?" Yang Ningyi sat on the Arhat Bed and asked casually.    

"I'm afraid it wasn't from a single person." Qing Feng frowned. "Recently, the First Wife has been checking and found out that it was a chef from the kitchen. She has already expelled him, but the rumors have not stopped."    

Everyone in the mansion had been panicking recently, and everyone was asking about Miss Biao. He reckoned that he would soon hear rumors of her being forced to death.    

Yang Ningyi's eyes flashed, but she did not say anything. After Qingfeng finished packing her things, she asked Yang Ningyi if she needed anything else.    

"No need, you can go down first." He waved to clear the breeze.    

After Qing Feng left, Yang Ningyi sat on the Arhat Bed for a while. She felt that it was too quiet in the house, and her heart was a little restless, wanting to do something to divert her attention, so she decided to go behind the table and draw. After drawing for a while, she suddenly heard a sound from the window.    

He put down his pen and walked over carefully. Before he could touch the window, he heard a bang.    

He only felt a gust of wind blow past him, and a shadow flashed by. Following that, someone came up from behind and hugged him, saying, "Scared?"    

Yang Ningyi raised her eyebrows slightly as she thought, could it be that this fellow had gotten used to it by flipping over a wall?    

"Our family has a door." In the middle of the night, if a servant saw that a man was hiding in his room, he wouldn't be able to explain it even if he had ten mouths.    

"I won't be able to see you if I enter through the gate." He leaned against his body, surrounded by a faint fragrance. It came from his hair and his aura, causing him to feel very comfortable and at ease.    

Yang Ningyi looked up and glanced at him. The person leaned on him with a face full of relief, as if he really cared about him.    

He could not suppress his throbbing heart, his closed heart seemed to have been broken through forcefully, he lowered his head in thought, then extended his hand to push Mu Jing away, "If anyone were to see you here, my reputation will be ruined."    

"I can marry you."    

These words startled the two. Yang Ningyi raised her head in shock, and when she saw the surprise in Mu Jing's eyes, she couldn't help but sneer in her heart. She had actually almost believed Mu Jing's rash and irresponsible words.    

It's not enough to get injured once, but do you want to do it again?    

Mu Jing saw the disappointment in his eyes, and reached out to grab his hand, "I'm serious."    

"Really what? You really want to marry me. " Yang Ningyi laughed, and did not take his words seriously.    

This kind of impulsive words couldn't be taken seriously. If he was relieved, the one who would be hurt in the end would be him. He had already suffered this pain once, so he should learn to be smarter now.    

"I …"    

Yang Ningyi interrupted him, "Don't say anymore, I did not make you take responsibility."    

There was the smell of food in the air, there were mushrooms and fresh meat, it was very sweet, Yang Ningyi swallowed her saliva, and actually felt hungry.    

Seeing him like that, Mu Jing could not help but laugh and go forward to hug him, "I brought Li Ji Yun from the north of the city."    

"It smells good." His unstingy praise.    

"It's the most delicious Cloud Swallow in the capital." It tasted excellent.    

Tch, he just needed a few colors to start a dyeing workshop. As Yang Ningyi looked at his proud appearance, an image of a big dog appeared in her mind, causing him to laugh out loud.    

"What are you laughing at?" Mu Jing naturally held Yang Ningyi's hand, and let him sit on the Arhat Bed. Then, he brought Yun Dong along and gave him a taste, fawning on him.    

Yang Ningyi spooned a bit of the soup first. The soup was very delicious, and after he tasted it, she swallowed the clouds. It was smooth and refreshing.    

"How is it?" There was a smile in his eyes, and he was in a good mood.    

"Not bad." He scooped up another cloud.    

Mu Jing smiled even more happily than before, and as if he had forgotten himself, he kissed Yang Ningyi's cheeks. "Next time, bring you to a restaurant.    

Because of his shock, the spoon fell from his hand. Mu Jing quickly bent down to catch the spoon that was dropped in half and asked: "What's wrong?"    

Unaware that his actions were inappropriate, Mu Jing sat down next to Yang Ningyi, scooped up a Cloud Swallow, and brought it to his mouth while smiling: "You're still clumsy at eating Cloud Swallow."    

Yang Ningyi opened her mouth passively as strange emotions rolled in her heart. He looked at Mu Jing as if she wanted to say something, but did not know what to say.    

After the two of them finished sharing the food, Mu Jing strolled around Yang Ningyi's room.    

"What are you doing here tonight?" Yang Ningyi sat on the bed and gently rubbed her stomach as she ate, feeling a little full.    

Mu Jing walked to the desk where he was sitting earlier, picked up the bamboo he had just drawn, and praised: "This brush's edge is not bad, it seems like it was drawn with a lot of hard work." His eyesight was quite sharp, and he had been practicing it every day.    

Being praised like that, Yang Ningyi's face reddened. She wanted to snatch the painting back, "You, return it to me."    

Shameful to be praised for this semi-finished product.    

Mu Jing raised his head and looked at him, he only felt that his shy appearance was good to look at, his eyes shone with a bright light, as though he could suck him in.    

All along, he didn't want to get married, he just thought that those rich ladies and the two girls were being hypocritical, that they would put on the arrogant attitude of a young miss and that they would look down on anyone. He obviously felt that his personality was rash, that he didn't really like him, but that it was because of his family background that he pretended to like him.    

He stretched out his hand and caressed his cheek, thinking that if it was this person, it would also be nice to get married.    

"Return the painting to me." he repeated.    

After passing the drawing paper over, Yang Ningyi reached out her hand to take it, but he kept it back, carefully folding it back into her bosom.    

How could Yang Ningyi be willing? She went over to take it, "Young Master Mu, this is an incomplete painting, you take it, it's not suitable."    

A love token?    

If these words were to spread, he would not even need to be a human being. Yang Ningyi was a bit anxious, and extended his hand out to snatch it from Mu Jing's bosom.    

Mu Jing smiled, and purposefully misunderstood his meaning: "You want to return the favor?"    

Yang Ningyi's face flushed red, that was not what he meant, he retreated a step and maintained a certain distance from Mu Jing.    

This was too much of a misunderstanding. How was he going to explain it?    

Yang Ningyi was a little flustered, but Mu Jing was actually quite natural. He untied the scented sachet tied around her waist and stuffed it into Yun Che's hands.    

Yang Ningyi only felt that she had accepted something that she couldn't throw away even if she wanted to. He really didn't have the intention to exchange love gifts with him, furthermore, this wasn't even considered a completed painting, she didn't even feel that she had lost face.    

Mu Jing looked at his bitter face and couldn't help but laugh. Was it really that unfair to exchange the keepsake with him? His face was scrunched up.    

— —    

Western Mu Mansion    

Mu Jing went to the Indigo Bird Residence and accompanied Madam Qin for breakfast. Madam Qin was thrifty, his breakfast was a bowl of millet porridge and a plate of hawthorn cake. If Mu Jing wanted to come over, he would need another plate of steamed buns and a small plate of vegetables.    

Mu Jing casually sat on the chair, picked up a steamed bun and started to nibble on it. Madam Qin came over with a bowl of millet congee, and upon seeing him, could not help but laugh: "It's so urgent to eat.    

Looking at how he was wolfing down the food, those who didn't know what was going on would think that he had been abused in the mansion.    

Mu Jing swallowed his steamed bun, and looked towards Madam Qin and smiled, "Mother's side of the food is better."    

Her words made the Madam Qin feel sweet in her heart, and the smile on his face became even more radiant. She placed the vegetables into Mu Jing's bowl, "Eat more, you've gotten skinnier recently."    

Mu Jing felt that it was kind of funny. In his mother's eyes, he had probably never been fat before, right? Even though he thought this in his heart, he still obediently ate an extra bun and half a plate of vegetables.    

"Are you going on a mission today?" Madam Qin did not understand his son's daily affairs, but yesterday she heard his eldest son say that he might be leaving the city today.    

"Mm, I have to go out of the city and catch a little thief." Mu Jing played it lightly and didn't take this matter to heart.    

His son was a magnanimous person, the Madam Qin was powerless to help him. He could only advise: "Be careful of everything, don't be careless."    

"Got it." Mu Jing wiped his mouth and got up, "I'm leaving."    

The Madam Qin saw with her sharp eyes that the scented sachet that Yue Yang always hung around his waist had disappeared. It was embroidered for him by Mu Jing when she was sixteen years old, and inside it was the peace talisman that she had gone to Ci En Temple to get.    

"Where's your scented sachet?"    

"He's giving it away."    

Madam Qin was stunned for a moment before bursting out laughing.    

"Mother Qin, ask the mandarin duck to go and find the safely serving young master." Did the son sending out the scented sachet mean that she would soon be drinking the tea of her new daughter-in-law?    

Madam Qin was happy in her heart. Her son was already 22 years old, and refused to marry no matter what. She was so worried that her hair almost turned white.    

"Madam is in a good mood today." Seeing the Madam Qin smiling so happily, she couldn't help but ask.    

"Jing Er has a lover. I'm naturally happy."    

She was the wet nurse of the Madam Qin, who accompanied her to marry here. She had watched Mu Jing grow up, and naturally knew that the Madam was very worried about Young Master's marriage. Now that Young Master had someone he liked, the Madam was very happy.    

"It's been a long time since this mansion has had a happy occasion."    

"That's right." Madam Qin smiled as her eyes narrowed. She had to quickly ask which family's girl she came from so that she could find a lucky day to propose marriage.    

When Ping An heard that the first wife wanted to see him, he rushed over in a hurry.    

"Madam, what can I do for you?" He wondered if the young master had done something earth-shattering recently. The Missus was to blame him for not taking good care of the Young Master.    

"Who has Young Master been in contact with recently?" Madam Qin put down her teacup and gently tapped on the table with her finger.    

Ping An's heart skipped a beat and he quickly kneeled down. "Young master has only been going to the military camp and the 14th young master's residence."    

"You've only been to Zi An's residence?" Madam Qin frowned, "Who did he meet?"    

After thinking for a moment, Ping An said: "Greetings to King Jing and Young Master Xu, as well as the few ladies of Yang Family."    

How many girls of Yang Family? Madam Qin's eyes lit up, she revealed a smile, and waved her hand, allowing An Ran to leave, "Alright, you may leave."