Chapter 637 Want to Marry Sang Xuewu? You Deserve It Too!

"This Fusha City really lives up to its name!" Mu Luofeng covered his mouth and nose, his eyes full of disgust.

Mu Chen, who was walking behind him, glanced over and warned in a low voice: "Luo Feng, be careful."

There was a trace of coldness in Mu Luofeng's eyes, but no one could see it. When he turned his eyes, he had already changed into a submissive and well-behaved look. "Uncle Clan, I'm just telling the truth. The way you see the dust and sand on the ground as soon as the breeze passes, really matches the name of the city."

Mu Chen glanced at him lightly, and sighed in his heart. I still opened my mouth to explain: "Fusha City is dominated by the Sang family. The Sang family is an ancient clan, and they are talented craftsmen. The city they live in is naturally dominated by weapon refiners. In Fusha City, most The shops here are mainly selling refining materials, making weapons, and selling weapons. Naturally, there is more dust than other cities. In addition, this place is located in the west, which is a place with a lot of wind and sand. When the wind blows, some dust and sand is nothing to be surprised at.”

"Understood, Uncle Clan." Mu Luofeng said with a smile.

But Mu Chen could tell from his expression that he didn't listen at all. In other words, he wasn't interested in listening at all.

Mu Chen shook his head secretly in his heart, and reminded: "Since you want to propose marriage to the Sang family and marry the number one beauty in Xizhou, if you don't even have the minimum respect for the Sang family and Fusha City, I don't think I need to ask the Sang family for help." I mentioned this marriage for you."

"Clan uncle!" Mu Luofeng became anxious immediately. He turned his eyes and said to Mu Chen: "You promised me that if I break through, you will help me book a marriage. Luo Feng is not young, if there is no woman to take care of him, how can he be good at cultivation?" Go all out?"

"If you can break through to enter the silver realm and tell me these words again, I will be very pleased." Mu Chen said helplessly.

Why can't you concentrate on cultivation without a woman to take care of you? It is clear that he is young and emotional, and wants to marry a wife! Mu Chen is not stupid, how could he not see it?

It's just that he didn't want to find some random women to serve Mu Luofeng and distract him from cultivation, so he proposed that if he wanted to marry a wife, he must choose a good match.

Unexpectedly, Mu Luofeng actually suggested that the number one beauty in Xizhou, Sang Xuewu from the Sang family, would be a good choice.

This led them to leave the hermitage and go to Xizhou this time.

"Uncle Clan, now I am already on the sixth floor of the Gray Realm, and it is only a thin line away from the Silver Realm. It is a matter of time before I enter the Silver Realm. You have warned me for a long time, don't be impatient in cultivation, it will happen when it happens, why should you worry now ?" Mu Luofeng asked impatiently.

Why didn't he hold a breath in his heart? I don't know if Namu Qingge died in the hands of the Su family and the Yan family in Anmo City, it would be fine if he didn't die! After he breaks through the Silver Realm, go find him again, humiliate him severely, and then kill him. Take back those two stunning servants who are as beautiful as flowers and jade, and let them know who is their real master!

"Elder Elder, there is an inn in front." Mu Peng interrupted suddenly, interrupting the unhappy conversation between Mu Chen and Mu Luofeng.

Mu Chen looked up and saw that the inn was very plainly decorated, but not shabby. So he nodded and told Mu Peng: "Just settle down here first, and go to Sang's house tomorrow."

After he made up his mind, Mu Peng beckoned for the accompanying guards to take care of it.

Mu Luofeng also looked at the inn, but he looked disgusted. I thought to myself: ‘Can he live in such a dilapidated place? He is the young master of the Mu clan! Why not find a luxury inn. '

However, he didn't dare to disobey Muchen's decision, even though he felt extremely disgusted in his heart, he could only bite the bullet and follow up.

And his servant boy, aware of his unhappiness, hurriedly whispered: "Young master, tomorrow you will be able to meet the legendary number one beauty in Xizhou, so don't worry about some small things."

Mu Luofeng's eyes lit up, and he immediately waved away his unhappiness about the choice of the inn. He turned his head and said to the servant boy: "If I see Na Sang Xuewu tomorrow, and she is not as beautiful as you described, see how I will deal with you!"

The servant boy hurriedly said with a bitter face: "Young master, I... I also heard what others said! She is called the most beautiful woman in Xizhou, so she can't be too ugly no matter what."

"Hmph." Mu Luofeng snorted coldly, raised his chin and followed Mu Chen into the inn.

In the inn, after settling down, Mu Chen called Mu Peng to his room.

The two talked in low voices.

"Elder Elder, do we really want to propose marriage for the young master? Young master Mu Feng is a few years older than him, but he doesn't want to get married, but concentrates on cultivation." Mu Peng said with some dissatisfaction.

Mu Chen sighed silently, "He made a request, and I made it difficult for him by improving his cultivation. Now that he has broken through, how can I break my promise?"

"But... aren't you afraid that after he really gets married, he will indulge in sexual affairs all day long and neglect his cultivation?" Mu Peng asked worriedly.

"That's why this married woman has to choose carefully. If you marry a wife and seek a virtuous person, if you choose the wrong wife, it will ruin Luo Feng's life." Mu Chen said in a deep voice.

The two were silent for a while, and then he continued: "Sang Xuewu is on the list of young phoenixes in Xizhou, her strength and talent cannot be underestimated. In addition, she has the blood of the Sang family's crafting master, and is very valued by the Sang family. If we can really marry the Sang family, maybe it will be a help to us. Moreover, I heard that Sang Xuewu has a good temperament, considers the overall situation, and is very tolerant. Such a woman is exactly what Luo Feng needs Go to Sang’s house tomorrow and see for yourself, if it’s really the same as in the legend, Luo Feng can’t be wrong to marry her.”

"The Sang family is an ancient family after all, can they think of the young master?" Mu Peng was still a little worried.

Although the Mu family has a long history, the current Mu family has been keeping a low profile after all, and they are not well-known in the medieval world. In addition, this part of them is separated, so why let the Sang family marry a daughter?

Mu Chen pondered for a while, and said: "If it was the Sang family in the past, it would be impossible. But now, the Sang family has fallen, is in danger, and its glory is gone. It is time to inject new power. Luo Feng is very talented. With the addition of us people, it is not impossible."

Seeing that Mu Chen had made up his mind, Mu Peng didn't say anything more.

After a while, Mu Chen said to Mu Peng: "Since you have come out, you should send someone to the Liuke clan to find out if something major has happened in the Middle Ages recently. Also check the whereabouts of the young master Qingge. The map is with her. We No matter what, we must cooperate with him, otherwise Luo Feng's chances are really slim."

Mu Peng lowered his eyes, bowed his head and said, "Yes."

...

Fusha City, Sang Family.

There is no luxurious decoration in the mansion of the Sang family, it just gives people a simple and heavy feeling. The age of any pillar inside is probably older than the elders of the Sang family.

Who would have thought that the mansion with its calm and majestic atmosphere would have already withered its talents and weakened its blood?

Entering Sang's house, there was the sound of refining equipment everywhere, and even the air was filled with the smell of refining materials.

When outsiders come in, they may feel uncomfortable. However, for the Sang family, such an environment is the most comfortable for them.

After returning from the Sunset Grassland, the third elder had to report to the Patriarch. Before leaving, he specially called Sang Xuewu.

Sang Xuewu had no choice but to hand over the Dihuang Pill brought back from the Wuyin Mansion to Sang Yichen, let him go home first, and hand over the Dihuang Pill to her mother. As for Mu Qingge's matter, let's not talk about it for now, we will talk about everything after she goes back.

Sang Xuewu followed the third elder to Grandpa's courtyard and waited outside the door.

After a while, a servant servant from the clan came out to summon him.

Before entering the room, Sang Xuewu took a deep breath, and then followed the third elder into the room.

The study of the head of the Sang family is like a small armory. There are all kinds of weapons hanging on the wall, but these are molds and not lethal.

Sang Xuewu knew that in this room, the only real weapon that could kill people was the broken knife on the shelf of Grandpa's desk.

When he entered, King Sang Shun was carefully wiping the broken knife, and he seemed unaware of the two people who entered.

The third elder and Sang Xuewu just waited quietly and did not make a sound to disturb.

It took a long time for the incense to burn before King Sang Shun put the wiped broken knife back into the knife holder on the table, and raised his head to look at the two people standing in the room.

On that handsome face, but already stained with frost on the temples, the most memorable thing is the eyes as deep as zircons.

Under the gaze of those eyes, Sang Xuewu called out: "Grandpa."

King Sangshun nodded slowly, his powerful cultivation made it impossible for years to leave traces on him. However, the future of the Sang family made his temples pale with worry.

Otherwise, from his appearance, no one would think that he is now 108 years old, more like a middle-aged man in his 30s or 40s.

"Xue Wu met you, the third child." King Sang Shun said, his voice was steady, carrying the majesty of the head of the family.

The third elder smiled slightly, and said respectfully: "Brother, Xue Wu went to Liuhuo City to meet us after hearing the news of the big hunt in Wuyin Mansion."

"Hmm." King Sangshun nodded unrecognizably, no emotion could be heard in his voice. Just asked: "How is the harvest this time?"

The third elder sighed sighingly, and said with a complicated smile: "This time is really a bit of a thrill, a bit of a surprise!"

"Oh?" King Sangshun asked in his eyes.

Immediately, the third elder told all about what happened on the Sunset Grassland.

Including Sang Xuewu met Yingchuan in the Wuyin Mansion, and then had a dispute, and then the winner's Yingze made things difficult on the Sunset Grassland, etc., and so on, until the end of the big hunting.

The third elder talked about the whole process for more than an hour.

After finishing this sentence, his mouth was already parched. Sang Xuewu sensiblely poured a cup of tea and handed it to him. The third elder took it and said to her: "It's still Xuewu who is well-behaved."

Then I drank the tea in the cup and felt more comfortable.

"Third brother, this trip has been exhausting for you. Go back and rest first." After hearing this, King Sang Shun didn't seem to show any particular interest, and just asked the third elder to go back to rest.

The third elder was taken aback for a moment, smiled mischievously, put down his teacup, and exited the room.

Sang Xuewu was about to retreat together, but King Sang Shun's voice came over, "Xuewu stay."

The third elder comforted her with his eyes, and strode away. Sang Xuewu had no choice but to turn around and face grandpa again.

To be honest, facing King Sang Shun alone, Sang Xuewu felt uneasy. Not only the aura of King Sang Shun, but also because Sang Xuewu was afraid of being asked about her sister.

Sure enough, King Sang Shun slowly walked in front of her. His tall and straight figure standing in front of Sang Xuewu gave her a strong sense of oppression. "Mu Qingge?"

Sang Xuewu lowered her eyes, and her long and curled eyelashes blocked the emotions in her eyes.

King Sang Shun's deep eyes stared at her, without saying a word for a long time. After a long time, he nodded slowly, "With perseverance and strength, he is also a good boy who was found from Linchuan."

Sang Xuewu raised her head abruptly, staring at her grandfather in a daze.

King Sang Shun snorted coldly, and said reproachfully: "Your mother is my daughter, you don't think that I, a father, don't know the name of the child born to my daughter?"

Sang Xuewu's face paled in an instant. Since she was a child, she couldn't understand her grandfather, and couldn't figure out his thoughts. She could only be sure that he really cared for their siblings and mother. But, what about my sister?

What kind of mood does that grandpa feel for that sister who was left behind in Linchuan Mufu and never met?

"Go see your mother."

Just when she didn't know how to answer, King Sangshun suddenly let her go.

Sang Xuewu nodded, turned and left.

When she stepped out of the door with one foot, King Sangshun's voice came again: "In the future, if someone dares to treat you lightly, just kill him. The Sang family is not as good as before, but the young lady of the Sang family is not everyone. It can be bullied."

Sang Xuewu's back stiffened, and a layer of moisture appeared in her eyes.

She bit her lower lip to keep herself from crying. Taking a deep breath, suppressing the ups and downs in his heart, he replied: "Yes, grandpa!"

Sang Xuewu left, and the sound of footsteps gradually disappeared in King Sang Shun's hearing.

At this time, a complex expression flashed in the depths of his eyes, he sighed, and whispered: "Mu Qingge..."

...

Among the huge mansions of the Sang family, there is one of the most remote places.

The courtyard there was once abandoned.

Later, after Sang Lanruo came back from Linchuan, it became their home.

This was not King Sang Shun's decision, but Sang Lanruo's own choice. She said that she does not want to be disturbed by the outside world, nor does she want to be disturbed by noise.

Therefore, King Sangshun ordered that no one is allowed to step there without any need.

Gradually, after nineteen years, it became the forbidden area of ​​the Sang family.

And Sang Lanruo also seems to be self-confident, rarely taking a step. Every time it appears, it is for the resurrection of Mu Liancheng.

As Sang Xuewu and Sang Yichen grew up, they took the lead in negotiating with the outside world, while she stayed in the courtyard more attentively, accompanying Mu Liancheng.

As soon as Sang Yichen stepped into the small courtyard of his home, he had been away for more than a month, and he almost couldn't adapt to the temperature at home.

It's very cold here, it's the coldest place in Sang's house, or in the entire Fusha City.

Because, here, under the yard, there is an ice cellar, where the father's body is placed, and it is also the place where the mother spends the most time every day.

Sang Yichen shivered, and after getting used to it, he walked towards the room.

"Mom, I'm back!" Sang Yichen shouted as soon as he entered the room.

However, no one in the room responded.

"Mother?" Sang Yichen looked around again, and after confirming that there was no one in the room, a look of helplessness rose in his eyes. He squeezed the box containing the Dihuang Pill tightly in his hand, and walked towards his mother's room.

The entrance to the ice cellar is connected to the mother's room.

Skillfully opened the secret door and descended the steps, the infiltrating air-conditioning kept approaching, making one's hands and feet stiff.

Sang Yichen circulated the spiritual power in his body, dispelled the cold air surrounding him, and walked into the deepest part of the ice cave.

As soon as he got closer, he heard his mother's voice——

"Liancheng, you have been asleep for a long time, if you don't wake up, I will be old."

Sang Yichen's eyes showed a hint of distress, and he walked in slowly.

Walking down the steps, he saw his father lying on a piece of thousand-year-old black ice in the ice cellar, and saw his mother sitting beside her, wiping his father's arms with a veil and cleaning him.

In fact, the father lying here is not contaminated by any dust at all.

However, my mother stubbornly believed that the wind and sand in Fusha City was too strong, and she was afraid that her father would find it dirty, so she came back almost every day to wipe his body for him.

Then, they said the same thing.

For so many years, she repeated repeatedly and never gave up.

"Mom." Sang Yichen called out.

The woman with her back to him stopped the movement of her hands, and slowly turned her eyes, revealing a stunning face.

I have to say that a woman who can give birth to children with looks like Mu Qingge, Sang Xuewu, and Sang Yichen will definitely not be ugly! However, on her stunning face, there was an excessively pale complexion and haggardness.

Sang Lanruo saw Sang Yichen, smiled at him, raised her hand and called, "Come."

Sang Yichen walked forward and squatted down next to his parents.

Father's sleeping face was still the same as before. And the mother seemed to be getting more and more haggard.

Sang Lanruo took Sang Yichen's hand, looked at Mu Liancheng, and said to him, "Liancheng, our Yichen is back. Do you want to hear what interesting things happened on his trip?"

As she said that, she turned her eyes to Sang Yichen again, and said to him, "Don't tell your father what happened when you went out this time? Did you cause trouble?"

Sang Yichen looked at his mother distressedly, his lips were tightly pressed, trembling faintly.

Under her mother's gaze, she turned to look at her father, the secret in her heart could no longer be hidden, and she couldn't wait for Sang Xuewu to come back. "Father, I went out this time and saw my sister. Xuewu's and I's sister, Mu Qingge!"

boom!

The basin beside Sang Lanruo fell, and the water in it splashed into the ice cellar, instantly turning into ice flowers.

Her eyes widened, her eyes were full of shock and excitement, and she said out of breath, "What did you say? Who did you say you met?"

Sang Yichen's clothes were pulled by his mother, forcing him to look at them.

Sang Yichen's eyes fell on Sang Lanruo's hand, which was red and swollen from the cold, which made him feel very distressed. He helped Sang Lanruo up, brought her up from the cold ground, and said to her: "Mother, let's go out first, and we'll talk after we get out."

"No! I want you to tell me here, in front of your father and me, who did you meet?" Sang Lanruo said stubbornly.

Sang Yichen understood his mother's temper, so he could only say: "I met my sister, Mu Qingge. She came from Linchuan!"

Sang Lanruo staggered, as if all the strength in her body had been pulled away.

"Mom!" Sang Yichen hurriedly supported her to prevent her from falling.

"My child, my child... my poor child... I'm sorry for her... Geer..." Sang Lanruo tightly grasped Sang Yichen's arm, screaming out the pain in her heart.

It seemed that the longing and guilt that had been suppressed in his heart for more than ten years were defeated all of a sudden.

...

When Sang Xuewu returned home, she saw Sang Lanruo sitting on a chair weeping silently, holding a child's shoe tightly in her hand, her expression a little dull.

She knew that shoe, her mother told her, was worn by her sister Mu Qingge when she was a child. Back then, when my mother left Mu's residence, my sister cried and refused to let her go. In desperation, the mother took one of her shoes and told her sister that she would put the shoe on for her when she came back.

Sang Yichen stood at the side helplessly.

Seeing Sang Xuewu coming back, he ran towards her as if seeing a savior.

"What's the matter, mother?" Sang Xuewu asked hastily.

Sang Yichen said with a guilty conscience: "I... I told my parents about seeing the boss."

"You!" Sang Xuewu stared, stomping her feet angrily. "You know that my mother can't be stimulated now, so how can you say it directly? Don't you understand when I tell you to wait for me?"

"I... Didn't I think that I will talk about it sooner or later anyway." Sang Yichen said aggrieved.

Sang Xuewu gave him a gouged look, and walked lightly towards Sang Lanruo. Kneeling in front of her, putting his hands on her lap, raised his head and shouted: "Mother..."

The daughter's call brought Sang Lanruo back to her senses. She stared at Sang Xuewu with tears-soaked eyes, and asked hoarsely: "Xuewu, does your sister blame me, blame me, hate me?"

Sang Xuewu shook her head quickly, then secretly turned to look at Sang Yichen. Sang Yichen waved his hands quickly, indicating that he didn't say anything, but just told his mother that he saw his sister.

Looking away, Sang Xuewu said softly: "Mother, what happened? My sister originally planned to come back with us to see you, but she has some important matters to deal with, and she will not be able to come to Fusha City until later."

Sang Lanruo slowly shook her head with a bitter expression. Holding the little shoe in her hand, she said quietly: "I promised her that I would put the shoe on for her when I go back. But...now, she can't put it on anymore."

"Mom!" Sang Xuewu's nose was slightly sour.

"Even I can't forgive myself, how can she not blame me?" Sang Lanruo kept shaking her head, her hoarse voice was full of pain.

"Mother, don't think about it anymore. When sister comes, let's beg her to forgive me together." Sang Xuewu persuaded. "Mother, I brought the Earth Emperor Pill from the Wuxian Mansion, let's go and take the Pill for Dad first."

"Earth Emperor Pill?" Sang Lanruo regained a little life in her lifeless eyes when she heard the name.

She nodded slowly and stood up from the chair.

Sang Yichen hurriedly said, "Mom, let me go."

He really couldn't bear his mother to go through that biting cold feeling at this time, so he said so. Originally, he felt that what he said was useless, because his mother would never leave the care of his father to others, even the children.

But this time, after Sang Yichen's words, she sat down again and nodded.

Sang Xuewu and Sang Yichen looked at each other unexpectedly, and the latter hurried back to the ice cellar for fear that his mother would return. But Sang Lanruo held Sang Xuewu's hand tightly, and asked in a trembling voice: "Tell me about your sister, what does she look like now? How are you doing?"

'It turns out that my mother really wants to know about my sister and doesn't want to delay. ’ Sang Xuewu said in her heart.

...

As night fell, Fusha City became quiet early on.

It is because the wind and sand at night are much bigger than during the day, and no one is willing to go to the street to blow the wind.

The person sent to collect information has returned and reported the information to Mu Peng.

After listening to the report, Mu Peng looked a little ugly, and quickly walked towards Mu Chen's room.

"You mean, someone in the Liuke clan issued a mission to find Luo Feng?" After hearing Mu Peng's report, Mu Chen's expression darkened.

Mu Peng nodded. "According to those who came back, the young master's portrait is hung in the task room of the Liuke clan's tracing. Anyone who can provide clues will be rewarded."

"Who could be looking for Luo Feng?" Mu Chen stood up and walked to the window. Through the hazy window screen, he stared at Fusha City in the night.

"I don't know. But after our people spent money to inquire, they got a message that the person who released the information is said to be a young woman." Mu Peng replied.

"Young woman? What is she looking for Luo Feng for? Could it be related to Young Master Qingge? I remember that there are many young women around her." Mu Chen guessed.

But Mu Peng couldn't figure it out and said, "But why did Young Master Qingge ask our Young Master?"

Yes! Why is Mu Qingge looking for Mu Luofeng? To find her, they took the initiative to find her!

Mu Chen couldn't figure this out either.

"Do you want to ask the young master? Maybe he knows who is looking for him, and why is he looking for him?" Mu Peng suggested.

Mu Chen shook his head slowly, "Don't tell him yet. You send someone to continue the investigation to find out who is chasing Luo Feng. After we find the other party and ask everything, we will talk to him. If it's not a big deal, You can solve it, and there is no need to disturb him."

"Yes!" Mu Peng replied.

After talking about his young master, Mu Peng said again: "Elder, there is another piece of news about Qingge young master."

"Oh?" Asking Mu Peng to inquire about Mu Qingge's news was just a random order from Mu Chen. Unexpectedly, the Liuke clan really had news about Mu Qingge.

Mu Peng nodded, and said with a complicated expression: "Not long ago, the big siege of the wanderer world was held in the Sunset Grassland. The young master Qingge appeared there and became a blockbuster!"

Mu Chen's eyes shrank suddenly, and Mu Peng's eyes made his heart jump inexplicably.

"It is said that Long Ya, who has gone from no rank to a sky-level team of wanderers within half a year, is his subordinate. Moreover, in the Sunset Grassland, he also had a fight with the young master of the winner and the young master of the Ji family because of Sang Xuewu. He even won the competition, and he also said that he also had a very powerful spirit beast in his hand, which seemed harmless, but it only needed a roar to defeat people below the sixth level of the Silver Realm. The master's reputation is very famous in the wanderer world, and in many families." Mu Peng said.

"The young master of the winner and the young master of the Ji family you are talking about are Ji Yaohua, who is ranked second in the Qing Ying list, and Ying Ze, who is ranked fourth?" Mu Chen asked in shock.

Mu Peng nodded.

Mu Chen lost his voice and said: "How is this possible? The winner has the blood of Juli, and Ying Ze's cultivation is at least above the fourth level of the Silver Realm, and that Ji Yaohua is even more amazing, the blood of the Yufeng of the Ji family is extremely strong in him , and his cultivation is even higher than Yingze! How could he be the opponent of the two of them?"

"It's true." Mu Peng said with a wry smile, "However, it's not a formal competition between them. The match against Young Master Win was an agreement between the two parties to limit three moves. If Young Master Qingge can catch Young Master Win If the master survives three moves, he wins. And in the contest with Young Master Ji, within 300 moves, he can injure Young Master Ji who suppresses his cultivation to the same level."

"This is also very extraordinary." Mu Chen sighed. "The great power of the winner, even you and I have to avoid it. He can withstand three moves without dying. But Ji Yaohua... Even if the realm is suppressed at the same level, the gap between the two is irreparable."

"I heard... I heard..." Mu Peng said hesitantly: "I heard that during the battle with Young Master Ji, Young Master Qingge also blew up Young Master Ji's personal weapon, a divine weapon, with his bare hands."

Mu Chen gasped!

Mu Qingge shocked him too much, and he even regretted not seeing these pictures with his own eyes.

Mu Chen and Mu Peng looked at each other and smiled wryly. The person they didn't pay attention to in the first place refreshed their cognition time and time again, making them regret their choices time and time again.

They were even embarrassed to think about what would happen if Mu Luofeng was allowed to fight Yingze and Ji Yaohua.

strike! What a blow!

Mu Qingge's existence seemed to be specially designed to attack Mu Luofeng.

"The great elders are all saying that the competition between Young Master Qingge, Young Master Ying and Young Master Ji is related to Miss Xuewu of the Sang family, and some people say that they got very close during the big hunting. Could it be that Young Master Qingge The Lord is also interested in Miss Xuewu?" Mu Peng guessed.

His words reminded Muchen.

His eyes flickered, and he said to Mu Peng: "This time, we can't lose again. Tomorrow morning, we will go to Sang's house and book the marriage first."

Mu Peng nodded in understanding, and exited Mu Chen's room.

...

The stars are gradually setting, and the scorching sun is rising.

In Fusha City, the bustle began to resume. It's just that the scene of yellow sand all over the sky still makes outsiders uncomfortable.

Mu Luofeng raised his hand and kept flicking his sleeves to block the wind and sand.

Mu Chen frowned more than once.

Coming to the outskirts of Sang's house, the simple and heavy gate finally made Mu Luofeng a little interested. He put down his sleeves and smiled at Mu Chen: "Finally looks like an ancient clan."

"Luo Feng, after entering, don't talk nonsense." Mu Chen warned.

A trace of gloom after being reprimanded flashed in Mu Luofeng's eyes, but a smile of humility and acceptance appeared on his face, and he cupped his hands and said to Mu Chen: "Understood, uncle."

Mu Chen nodded slowly, and then said to Mu Peng: "Go and pass the greeting card."

Mu Peng took out the greeting card from his arms and walked towards the gate of Sang's house.

...

In the remote courtyard of the Sang family, Sang Lanruo barely had breakfast accompanied by Sang Yichen and Sang Xuewu. She stayed up all night last night. After listening to Sang Xuewu's description of Mu Qingge, she really didn't want to delay a moment, and wanted to see her child. Even if she hates her or blames her, she just wants to see it with her own eyes.

Waking up in the morning, Sang Lanruo's eyes were red, and although she was still haggard, she was more energetic than before.

The family of three was eating breakfast peacefully, when a voice begging to see him suddenly came from outside the courtyard.

Sang Xuewu put down the porridge spoon and said to Sang Yichen, "Go and see who it is."

Sang Yichen got up and walked out of the courtyard.

After a while, a disciple of the Sang family was brought in. That person was about the same age as Sang Xuewu and Sang Yichen. When he came in, he just stood outside the yard in front of the house, and said to Sang Lanruo who was in the room: "Xuezhi has seen aunt."

If Sang Lan put down the bowl and chopsticks, she was already not used to these entertainments, but she still forced a smile and said, "Xue Zhi? You are the grandson of the third uncle."

"Return to aunt, that's right." Sang Xuezhi said with downcast eyes.

Sang Lanruo smiled, "What are you doing here?"

Sang Xuezhi raised his head and replied: "Xuezhi came here at the order of the Patriarch. Early this morning, a group of people came from outside the mansion to hand in invitations to see the Patriarch. After the Patriarch saw the invitation, he sent me here Therefore, I asked my aunt to bring sister Xuewu and brother Yichen to the main hall."

"Someone asked to see me, why did you let me go?" Sang Lanruo frowned, really unwilling to leave here.

Sang Xuewu realized something, stood up and asked, "Brother Xue, do you know the last name of the person who asked to see you?"

Sang Xuezhi thought for a while, and said uncertainly: "I seem to hear the head of the family whispering something, the surname Mu is asking to see..."

"My surname is Mu!" Sang Lanruo stood up suddenly, and even knocked over the porridge bowl on the table, causing the clear porridge in the bowl to flow on the table. Her reaction was more exciting than anyone else, which surprised Sang Xuezhi.

"Is she here? I... I look like this, why do I see her?" Sang Lanruo tidied her hair in a panic and looked at Sang Xuewu.

"Mom!" Sang Xuewu grabbed her mother's hand and forced her to calm down. He said to her, "Let's go to the main hall first."

She was also excited in her heart, and she didn't expect Mu Qingge to arrive at Sang's house so soon.

She looked at Sang Yichen, the excitement in the latter's eyes was no less than hers, and he couldn't wait to rush to the main hall.

"Okay! Let's go there." Sang Lanruo murmured. Then, he asked worriedly: "Is it really okay for me to do this? I am much older than before, will she still know me?"

Sang Xuewu smiled and said, "Mother is the same as when she was young, she hasn't changed at all."

After comforting Sang Lanruo, Sang Xuewu helped her out of the room. When approaching Sang Xue, he only felt a chill coming towards him, and couldn't help taking a step back.

This retreat made Sang Yichen frown.

Sang Lanruo also smiled reluctantly and said: "Learn it, I scared you."

Sang Xuezhi quickly shook his head, "No, aunt. It's because Xuezhi didn't stand firm all of a sudden." He glanced at Sang Lanruo, lowered his eyebrows and said, "I heard from my father that my aunt's beauty is unmatched by anyone. Even though I was lucky enough to meet her, I was still amazed by my aunt's appearance, so I was rude."

His timely return made Sang Lanruo relax a little from his tense mood, and also dispelled the hostility in Sang Yichen's brows.

If Sang Lan is not ugly, on the contrary, she is beautiful. However, she stayed in the ice cellar all year round, cohabiting with the dead, causing her body to be terribly cold and filled with death.

"Let's go." Sang Lanruo said.

Her heart hadn't been beating so eagerly for a long time. She desperately wanted to see Mu Qingge, but was a little afraid to see him. She has countless things to say to her, but she doesn't know where to start.

All kinds of contradictory and complicated emotions tormented her, causing her body to tremble faintly.

After many years, Sang Lanruo reappeared in the Sang family.

She was supported by Sang Xuewu and Sang Yichen to the main hall, and when she passed through other parts of Sang's house, many people looked at her curiously. No one in the Sang family is unfamiliar with the name Sang Lanruo, but they are unfamiliar with this person, especially the younger generation.

Back then, the proud daughter of the Sang family, her appearance, talent, and blood were all the pride of the clan. In the end, it fell silent because of a man in a barren place like Linchuan.

When the three of them came to the main hall, many people were already seated inside.

What Sang Lanruo is most familiar with is his father who sits on the main seat. Doing the math, the last time I saw my father was about five years ago.

When she first came back, her father often accompanied her, but the frequency gradually decreased.

'I'm afraid my father has given up on me as an unfilial daughter. And why didn't I complain to him? ’ Sang Lanruo felt extremely complicated when she saw her father again.

On the left and right of King Sang Shun, sat two middle-aged men, namely the second elder and the third elder of the Sang family.

In the guest seats, there are four or five people sitting.

Sang Lanruo's eyes, after leaving his father, looked directly towards the guest seats, and fell on the youngest young man among them.

Xue Wu said that her Ge'er was still wearing the phantom device she left behind, showing herself to others as a man.

Among the four or five people, there was only one who matched her Ge'er's age.

But……

A trace of doubt flashed in Sang Lanruo's excited eyes. The young man with a handsome face and slightly slack brows was completely different from Ge'er in her memory.

Moreover, on his left ear, there is no phantom device that she personally made!

"No!" At this moment, Sang Xuewu's disappointed voice came from Sang Lanruo's ear. It wasn't loud, but she could hear it clearly.

Sure enough not!

Sang Lanruo was also disappointed by this answer. Since it wasn't the person she wanted to see, she didn't want to stay here any longer.

However, before she left, she heard her father's voice. "Lan Ruo, come in and sit down."

Sang Lanruo stood at the door with a pair of children. King Sang Shun's words made everyone in the hall look at her. Mu Luofeng is no exception.

He originally looked at it with some absent-minded eyes, but suddenly froze, staring at Sang Lanruo and Sang Xuewu dumbfounded. As for Sang Yichen, he automatically ignored it.

beautiful! gorgeous!

It is simply too beautiful to describe!

'The two beauties are both beautiful with their own charms. Although one of them is a bit older, it has a more mature charm. It would be great if beauties, big and small, could embrace each other! ’ Mu Luofeng thought wretchedly in his heart.

"The head of the family is talking about things, why should I stay as a woman?" Sang Lanruo said lightly, before turning around and leaving.

She wanted to leave, but Mu Luofeng stood up anxiously, his eyes fixed on Sang Lanruo's still charming figure, and he couldn't pull them out. And the corner of his eye kept drifting towards Sang Xuewu.

"What are you looking at!" Sang Yichen had already noticed Mu Luofeng's gaze, and couldn't help standing up, blocking his mother and sister from prying eyes.

Appreciating the beauty was stopped by someone, making Mu Luofeng's eyes sink.

At this time, King Sang Shun spoke again: "Lan Ruo, this Mr. Mu Luofeng Mu is here to marry Xue Wu." At first, he also thought it was his granddaughter whom he had never met. After meeting, the other party reported his name and purpose, and he realized that he had made a mistake. However, the other party's intention to come is also related to Sang Lanruo's mother and daughter.

"What! He wants to marry Xuewu? Is he worthy?" Before Sang Lanruo and the surprised Sang Xuewu could speak, Sang Yichen objected first!