Xuanxia

Chapter 584: The Clouds of Beijing End
"What? After Brother Hua met his father, his father died?"

Fu Qingzhou was shocked.

"Yes." Liu Xingyuan, the secret envoy of Mingjian Pavilion, looked unhappy and said with his head down: "The commander-in-chief's intention is to restart the investigation of Hua Wuying... He suspected that these two had some unspeakable secrets. Hua Xincheng committed suicide out of fear of crime after conveying some secrets."

Fu Qingzhou covered his face helplessly.

So worrying...

He lowered his head and looked at the thick stack of papers on the desk in front of him, his temples throbbing.

Originally, he was going to leave Beijing after those debates - but he insisted on bringing up the "Mingli Division". Now, Zhao Yuan would not let him go and forced him to write down all the conceivable details about the "Mingli Division" and the "judicial examination".

Now he had locked himself in the study of the new house and worked hard all day, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

Before he could catch his breath, Liu Xingyuan brought another piece of bad news.

"How does Li Jingzhe plan to restart the investigation?"

Fu Qingzhou threw down his pen, sat back in his chair, and asked weakly, "Bring Hua Wuying back to the Hell?"

"That's not the case." Liu Xingyuan smiled bitterly, "After all, Hua Wuying is close to you, the Special Envoy. It was you who asked him to go see Hua Xincheng. Now that there is no evidence, the Commander will not arrest anyone at will."

"I understand." Fu Qingzhou rubbed his temple and said, "That means sending someone to secretly watch him to see if he does anything out of line..."

Liu Xingyuan lowered his head even lower, as if to agree with this statement.

"so be it."

Fu Qingzhou waved his hand and said, "By the way, keep this news secret and don't let anyone know...especially Brother Hua. His relationship with Hua Xincheng has been resolved, and this matter ends here."

What he meant by this sentence was clearly that Hua Wuying was innocent, but he didn't say it directly for the sake of Li Jingzhe's face.

After all, we are all colleagues in Mingjian Pavilion.

As for investigating Hua Wuying... just go ahead and investigate. Brother Hua hasn't done anything shameful anyway.

Liu Xingyuan didn't dare to say much. After paying respectful respect, he slowly retreated.

Fu Qingzhou sighed deeply.

"This Hua Xincheng is such a huge pit. He hurt people when he was alive, and even after he died, he caused trouble for his own son... He is really born evil. He is only good at doing bad things. I don't know how he could give birth to a good son like Brother Hua."

After sighing, he saw the study door being pushed open again. Tang Jiao's little head poked in cautiously, her eyes rolling around.

"It's Jiaojiao."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Come in, why are you acting like a thief?"

"The Mingjian Pavilion secret envoy just left." Tang Jiao laughed and pushed the door open. "I'm afraid you might be dealing with some confidential matters, so I don't dare to disturb you."

"Secrets are indeed secrets."

Fu Qingzhou looked at the stack of papers in front of him and said, "After I write these things, I will seal them with talismans and send them directly to Zhao Yuan. Anyone who reads them in the middle will be beheaded."

Tang Jiao was surprised: "So confidential?"

"It's just such a secret." Fu Qingzhou smiled: "So, what's the matter with you coming to see me, big brother?"

"It's nothing."

Tang Jiao smiled and conjured up a box of cakes from behind her like a magic trick: "Big brother, you've been busy all day, so here you go."

Fu Qingzhou took the pastry box, opened it, and looked at the "Zhenxiu Pavilion" mark on it, feeling a little dazed.

"When we were in Langhuan Mountain, you always told me that his cakes were delicious. You became greedy after hearing that and said that you wanted to try his food when you came to the capital."

Tang Jiao said softly, "Uncle Yuan bought it several times before, but you were too busy to eat it. Now you are leaving Beijing soon, it will be a pity if you can't eat it again."

Fu Qingzhou smiled, took out a piece of mung bean cake and put it in his mouth.

The pastries at Zhenxiu Pavilion are indeed different from those outside. They are soft and elastic, with rich taste, and are different from any mung bean cake I have eaten before.

The delicate taste of the outer layer is as soft as snowflakes, instantly softening on the tip of the tongue; the mellow fragrance and sweetness of mung beans are gradually released and fill the entire mouth. It is not the monotonous sweetness of sugar, but the natural sweetness of mung beans themselves. This sweetness is extremely well preserved, with a hint of coolness, as if a summer breeze is blowing across the lips and teeth.

Fu Qingzhou's eyes lit up.

"Is it delicious?"

Tang Jiao smiled sweetly, her smile was sweeter than the mung bean cake: "Brother, you must come back soon, there are still many good things in the capital, Jiao Jiao will take you to taste them all!"

……

Outside the capital, beside the official road, there is a small pavilion.

The Wulin Alliance's convoy was parked not far away, looking towards this side from afar.

Hua Wuying and Hua Xiaolan stood opposite each other, neither of them spoke, but the color of their eyes was almost darker than the thousand-year-old waves in Mirror Lake.

After a long while, Hua Xiaolan finally spoke slowly.

"Wuying, I'm going back to Southern Xinjiang." She said softly, "Fu Qingzhou said that Jiange has arranged for the relocation of the people in the Black Mountain Islands. We can also give an explanation to Lin Wangshu. In this way, I should also return to Wandu Mountain..."

Hua Wuying smiled and nodded, then took out a bottle of pills from his arms, took Hua Xiaolan's hand, and put the bottle of pills in her hand.

"Although your health has improved a lot recently, you still need to be careful."

He said, "When you made the medicine, I roughly remembered the prescription. I mentioned it to Master Wu the other day. He improved it a little bit. It should be better than what you made yourself. Keep it and take it slowly."

Hua Xiaolan smiled and put away the pill bottle: "I am about to return to the mountain. Our Elder Yu's ability to refine medicine is no worse than that of your Master Wu."

“It never hurts to refer to each other.”

Hua Wuying said softly: "See you next time, I don't want to see you bleed again."

"What difference does it make whether I bleed or not?" Hua Xiaolan's expression became a little sad: "I won't live past 30. I don't have much time left."

Hua Wuying's expression remained unchanged, still smiling: "No, I will definitely find a way."

Hearing him say this, Hua Xiaolan's eyes narrowed with a smile: "Okay, I believe you."

"No, I don't think it's enough for you to just trust me like this."

Hua Wuying said seriously: "After I have dealt with the affairs of the Xuanmeng, I will go to Wandu Mountain to propose marriage. You and I will live and die together. I... want to grow old with you."

He spoke very softly, even softer than the sound of falling snow outside the capital.

But to Hua Xiaolan, it sounded louder than raging waves and thunder!
Her eyes widened, and a blush crept up from her neck to her cheeks and then to her ears.

She stared at Hua Wuying closely, as if trying to find something in his eyes, but after searching for a long time, she only saw unwavering sincerity and openness in those eyes.

So Hua Xiaolan started laughing, her laugh was a little cunning and a little playful.

"I haven't even agreed yet, and you want to grow old together with me? Young Leader... are you going to force me to marry you?" she giggled.

The snow was getting heavier, and the snowflakes were blown into the pavilion by the wind, covering their heads and shoulders.

……

"Brother, my sister is hungry."

Also outside the capital, beside a big river, Wu Yan held Zhu Mei's hand and walked slowly forward on the snow.

Zhu Mei cried out in grievance: "I'm so hungry."

Wu Yan turned his head to look at her, and there was a hint of tenderness in his cold and calm eyes.

He nodded and said, "Well, let's eat."

After saying that, he took Zhu Mei to the river.

After winter came, a thin layer of ice had formed on the river, but the water was not completely frozen and fish could still be seen swimming under the ice.

Wu Yan looked at him silently for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand.

A thin sword emerged from his sleeve, as fast as lightning, swallowing and spitting out.

In the blink of an eye, a small hole appeared on the ice. The rapier was pulled back, and a fish had been pierced on the tip of the sword.

Seeing this, Zhu Mei clapped her hands happily: "Brother is awesome! Brother is awesome!"

Wu Yan gave a very awkward smile.

Soon, he chose a river bank that was sheltered from the wind and snow, where the snow was thin enough to make a fire.

Zhu Mei obediently helped him collect firewood and light a bonfire, while Wu Yan handled the fish very skillfully and swiftly, removing the scales, cutting open the belly, and cleaning it. His movements were quick and decisive. He then skewered the fish with a thin string and slowly roasted it over the fire.

As the grilled fish gradually turned golden and filled with fragrance, Zhu Mei couldn't help swallowing her saliva.

Suddenly, she raised her head, looked at Wu Yan, and asked in a daze, "Brother, can I learn?"

Wu Yan was stunned.

For the first time, he doubted his ears and asked, "Do you want to learn martial arts?"

"Sister, I want to learn martial arts." Zhu Mei nodded and said, "Brother Fu, Sister Tang, Sister Qiu, they are good at martial arts, and brother is also good. Sister wants to learn martial arts, can...can..."

For some reason, she lowered her head shyly: "Sister wants to help brother."

Wu Yan was stunned for a moment, then smiled awkwardly again: "Okay."

The skin of the grilled fish in his hand had turned golden and crispy, and the aroma was getting stronger and stronger.

Wu Yan carefully handed the grilled fish to Zhu Mei, and watched her take the first bite with satisfaction, a hint of pampering in his eyes.

The two of them sat around the fire. The wind and snow were getting stronger, but they couldn't cover the warm fire.

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