Xue Mu did not respond to Li Yingqing's joke, it was hard to reply...

He traveled to the three sects just to remind these ministers of the auxiliary state to avoid being gathered together by Ji Wuyou. Since they knew that they were wary, it was enough. They did not have to pull their own factions, but they knew that it was not the time.

When he returned to the palace, it was already night. Ye Zhuo Qingqing flew around from side to side, saying, "I didn't find it."

Xue Mu sighed: "You can really bear it."

He deliberately reversed and walked out with the lurking Ye Guying, just to create an illusion of being away from home at night, seducing Ji Wuyou to kill him, but there was no movement.

When he leaves Beijing and loses the suppression of the unconflicted formation, Xia Wenxuan, who can move him when he is so angry that a dragon goes out to sea?

In other words, if Ji Wuyou gave up the low-level method of assassination, there must be other layouts.

Zhuo Qingqing said, "I followed the instructions of the young master and went to ask Ji Wuxing for details."

"Well, what did he say?"

"He said that he could not give him the blame for the plague alone, and Ji Wuyou would have at least half of the credit."

Xue Mu nodded: "Thank you for Changsheng."

"Yes, he said that at least Xie Changsheng fled during the encirclement of Liushemen and Shenjimen, it was not his letter. It was the thread he had set up with Xie Changsheng after Pan Kouzhi and Xie Changsheng colluded. It was an accident. He suspected that Xie Changsheng was Ji Wuyou's person, and only Ji Wuyou could provide Xie Changsheng's research."

"It's also a hindsight. With this Ling Xing, isn't you happy to work with Xie Changsheng?"

Zhuo Qingqing smiled and said, "Ji Wuyou stood on the table, so everyone would put all kinds of clues on him, including us."

"That's right." Xue Mu shook his head and smiled: "After all, he is not a strategy person. He always treats himself as a military advisor... I'd better go back and develop steadily."

Everyone walked and said that they had arrived outside Liu Wanxi's bedroom. Liu Wanxi stood in front of the door, listening to their conversation, and biting her lips tightly.

"Are you really going back?" When he approached, Liu Wanxi asked in a trembling voice, her eyes filled with tears.

Xue Mu walked up and kissed her lightly: "When the road is paved, it will only take a few hours to make the eight hundred miles. I will come to see you when I have free time, and it's not like the world."

Liu Wanxi twitched her nose and choked and said, "I can't bear to leave you... I'm very worried..."

"You can let Xiahou accompany you more... a person who ruled the country from behind the curtain should have some maternal etiquette..."

"I don't want any motherly etiquette, I just want you!"

Xue Mu had to repeatedly promise: "I will come back often, don't worry."

Liu Wanxi sobbed and said, "You can't forget Wanxi after you go back. Next time... you can settle Xiahou next time, and we mother and daughter can accompany you together, I will follow you in everything..."

Xue Mu touched the short sword in the ring and silently changed the topic: "Your meridians have revived. Although your skills cannot be returned, you can practice again. I hope I will be a healthy Wanxi next time I see you."

"No! It's not completely done!" Liu Wanxi shouted: "I want it tonight, ten times! I want it to squeeze you out!"

Ten times are impossible, and ten times are never possible, because once takes half an hour, and ten times are almost noon. Xue Mu worked hard all night, and only four or five times, and Liu Wanxi lay there dyingly, not even moving.

Looking at the rising sun outside the window and feeling the wetness of the melting ice and snow in the air, Xue Mu sighed and greeted the girls who were ready to go outside the window: "Let's go, go back to Lingzhou."

The capital was no longer martial law, and there were no guards in the city gate. The carriage slowly left the capital. Xue Mu turned his head and watched the outline of the capital gradually became smaller and blurred.

Xiahou Di did not come to see him off, but Xue Mu knew that she must be standing at a certain high point and was watching him away.

"Dad." Xiao Ye sat on his lap and looked at his expression: "Why didn't you say 'I'll be back again' this time?"

"Just talk in my stomach." Xue Mu smiled: "In addition to having time to come and accompany Wanxi... When I officially set foot next time, I hope to completely conquer here."

Xiao Ye clenched his fists: "Dad can."

Ye Guying leaned on a corner of the carriage with her shoulders in her arms. She also thought Xue Mu could do it, but she didn't know if she could see it at that time.

The curtains finally dropped, and the carriage left.

Somewhere there was a high wall, Xiahou Di was standing on the high ground, pressing his hand on his waist, silently staring at the smaller and smaller carriage in the distance. The wind at the high ground made her cloak fly high, and her hair was a little messy to her eyes, blocking her slightly squinted and blocking the blurred water light in her eyes.

That little bit of affection for him finally turned into love in this intersection.

After 26 years of turbulent hearts, I finally felt what the relationship between men and women is. It turns out that this is the feeling, which makes people so reluctant to leave, and no matter how strong a heart is, it will be entangled by the taste of knots.

It was not until the carriage was no longer visible that she sighed and murmured to herself: "I'll wait for you... to marry me."

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he saw Ji Wuyou walking over from not far away. Xiahou Di stopped and looked into his eyes.

Ji Wuyou looked as usual: "So you are here."

"Yeah, is there something wrong?"

"It's nothing. I just went to see Wuxing." Ji Wuyou sighed: "Speaking of this, since it's hard to obtain the evidence, can I let my second brother be released from prison for the time being? I'll just be detained in the mansion. Otherwise, my brother will wither and look sad."

Xiahou Di nodded and said, "Since the prince has this kind of heart, I agree very much."

"The prince is not the emperor, but he cannot make such a decision. At least he must agree with his mother."

"You can tell your mother that she is kind-hearted and will not object."

Ji Wuyou said with some slightest remarks: "My mother is not in good health today and cannot attend the court."

Xiahou Di knew what he was referring to, but did not respond. Instead, he said, "Since that's the case, I should go and see my mother. Have you conveyed your opinions?"

Ji Wuyou looked at her quietly for a while, nodded and said, "Okay."

Xiahou Di said unintentionally, "I am determined to push my father to become the queen, what do you think?"

Ji Wuyou was silent for a long time before whispering: "I have a mother."

Xiahou Di sighed: "Then let's discuss it later. I'll leave first."

Xiahou Di turned around and left. Ji Wuyou watched her leave, and then turned his eyes to the horizon where Xue Mu's carriage disappeared. Even though the carriage had been out of sight, he still stood there and looked for a long time.

On the third day of the first lunar month of the 24th year of Chong'an, the imperial concubine was behind the curtain, the prince was established, Xue Muer 2 left the capital and returned to Lingzhou again. His goal of going to the capital was not achieved, and Ji Wuyou's plan was also achieved, and both sides did not decide the winner and lost, and a draw was drawn.
Chapter completed!