Lu'e secretly gave a few silver notes to the yamen runners. Murong Mingzhu turned her head and said, "Several officials, my second brother will trouble you all along the way."

Those yamen runners dared not accept them, and quickly said, "Miss Murong has ruined us. We dare not accept these silver bills. His Highness Yong explained last night that we will do our best to serve Mr. Murong on the way, so don't worry."

Murong Mingzhu felt relieved when she heard Ye Zhilan’s explanation, but Lu'e insisted on giving them the silver note.

Only when power commands people, money can be bought by people. Only when power and money are available can they really do their best.

I will send you thousands of miles away, and there will be a separation. Moreover, Murong Shang is guilty, so Murong Mingzhu cannot keep him for too long.

After giving some earnest advice, he reluctantly watched Murong Shang embark on the road north.

Murong Shang's back was still upright. As for what he said, his character as the Murong family would not change. The sunset was low, and half of his body reflected orange yellow, making him even more desolate in the autumn wind.

Murong Mingzhu didn't know what, but her heart was so painful that she tightened and shrank. She felt sad that she couldn't control and couldn't help but scream, "Second brother!"

Murong Shang turned to look at her.

From a very far distance, Murong Mingzhu couldn't see what Murong Shang looked like, but tears fell down her eyes, "You must live! You must live! Wait for me!"

Murong Shang nodded, looked at Murong Mingzhu's vague figure, and finally turned around and left.

Murong Mingzhu ran forward several steps, stood there, staring at Murong Shang, slowly closed her eyes, allowing tears of reluctance and anxiety to slide down.

She had a premonition in her heart, a very, very bad premonition. The second brother looked back and seemed to be the last ties between their brother and sister...

...

"Cough...cough...cough..."

The sound of light coughing came from the courtyard. Feng Xitang walked slowly along the corridor wearing a white forged cloak. Her slender fingers clenched her fists and pressed her lips, but she couldn't stop the coughing.

He was able to get out of bed and walk, but he was too weak and felt exhausted after walking for a while, but he still walked back and forth several times along the corridor every day.

This way, the physical strength can be slightly restored.

After walking three rounds and turns, Feng Xitang sat on the platform next to the corridor, slowly adjusting his breathing evenly, and his coughing also slowed down.

Lan Lingyu seems to have something to do recently and hasn't seen her for three days. She should have told the people in the house that she did not restrict Feng Xitang's movements and was very confident that her current body would definitely not be able to get out of here.

Feng Xitang didn't feel anything. It didn't matter whether Lan Lingyu was present or not. It has been several months since he was brought here, spring turns into summer, summer turns into autumn, and winter turns into soon.

The cold autumn in the north suddenly arose. If he doesn't try his best to recover now, he may not be able to survive the winter.

After coughing a few more times, Feng Xitang reached out to look at his five fingers.

He was restricted by cold poison all year round, his eyes were strange, his fingers were white, but his fingertips were blue, which was a symptom of extreme poisoning. Since he came to the imperial capital, the blue color on his fingertips became heavier, and even a little black green was faintly visible.

With ten fingers connected to the heart, his cold poison aggravated, and the toxins invaded the bloodline and approached the heart.

Once poisonous gas attacks the heart, even the gods cannot save him.

You are not afraid of death, but you must never die here.

Feng Xitang leaned against the corridor column and began to think about how to get out...

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nbsp;A glimpse of a pink purple at the corner of my eyes.

Lan Lingyu was dressed gorgeously and walked towards him step by step.

Feng Xitang stood up with difficulty and smiled, "Miss Lan."

Lan Lingyu saw her standing in front of him, and turned around, with her skirt flying, Liusu Qixiang asked him with a smile, "Do I look good?"

Feng Xitang smiled but didn't say anything and didn't answer her question.

Lan Lingyu didn't care about his answer, but still didn't answer. He said lightly, "Grandpa wants me to go back. I've been in the Prime Minister's Mansion these days."

Feng Xitang smiled.

When Lan Lingyu saw Feng Xitang still not speaking, her tone was a little cold, "Grandpa asked me to go back because my birthday is coming soon, it's today."

Feng Xitang nodded and said warmly: "Since it is Miss Lan's birthday, Prime Minister Lan will definitely be preparing to celebrate your birthday."

"Yes, grandpa is going to celebrate my birthday, but I refused. I don't want to spend this birthday with grandpa, I want to spend it with you," Lan Lingyu looked at him firmly and said word by word, "After today, I am one year older, and I am not ten years older than you, only nine years older."

"Ten years old, nine years old, there is no difference. In my eyes, you are still a child." Feng Xitang said gently.

"I'm not a child," Lan Lingyu said coldly, "but I can give you a baby."

Feng Xitang was suffocated and smiled helplessly: "Miss Lan, you are from a great man. Don't say anything else if you are detrimental to such a reputation."

"Don't you want to hear it? Then you shouldn't forget what I said, right? As a person, the less others want, the more I want to give it. If you don't want to hear it, I insist on saying it!" Lan Lingyu is also a stubborn and willful person.

Feng Xitang sighed softly, "Then whatever you want."

As he said that, he was about to turn around and go back to the room.

"stop!"

Lan Lingyu ran to him, his eyes a little angry, "I tell you that today is my birthday, are you so indifferent?"

Feng Xitang thought for a while and said, "I have nothing to do. If Miss Lan can let me go back to Jiangnan, she can pick a good treasure to give it to you as a gift."

"No need," Lan Lingyu was waiting for this sentence, "I don't need any treasures. Although the Lan family is an official family, my grandfather assisted the three dynasties and had royal gifts every year, and he was not short of money and goods. Since you have the intention to send me a gift, I want you to accompany me to go out for the lantern festival."

Feng Xitang still didn't expect her to make this request.

It is now autumn, and there is no curfew in the imperial capital, and the Lantern Festival Night Market is in full swing.

Lan Lingyu kept shutting Feng Xitang, and suddenly proposed to go out to watch the lantern festival, which gave Feng Xitang a chance to escape, but how could a person like her really give Feng Xitang a chance to escape?

Feng Xitang agreed, Lan Lingyu went to change her clothes, and the two of them left the house.

In his early years, Feng Xitang also controlled the Feng family, and the imperial capital was not unfamiliar to him.

The moon is on the willows, and people make an appointment at dusk. The sky is not completely dark, and the lights on the streets and alleys are lit.

The noisy street market during the day is even more lively at night.

Feng Xitang was in poor health and walked on the street with Lan Lingyu, and he would cough a few times from time to time.
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