Cultivation through the farm gate

Murong Hao knew it was her, so he didn't look back.

"Can't sleep, come out and blow some air."

"It's a bit cold at night, be careful if you catch a cold." Murong Yue stepped forward and stood side by side with him.

Although the resistance of the body is relatively strong after cultivation, who can say for sure when it comes to getting sick?

Murong Hao didn't reply to her, and only opened his mouth after a while: "Xiaoyue."

"Huh?" Murong Yue looked at him suspiciously, not understanding why Murong Hao suddenly called her.

"In the past few months, I seem to be dreaming, very unreal."

When Murong Hao said this, there was a tone as if it was a lifetime away.

Without waiting for Murong Yue to say anything, she continued: "It seems that all the hardships I have experienced in the past are like things in my previous life."

"Maybe it's because I've been in the space for a long time that I feel this way!" Murong Yue stared straight ahead.

Why hasn't she ever felt this way?

What's more, she is indeed a human being in two lives.

"Well, I think so too."

Murong Yue smiled: "Okay brother, it's getting late, go to bed quickly! Don't think about it anymore, as long as we live well now."

Murong Hao also laughed.

Indeed, as long as the younger brothers and sisters are no longer the same as before, it will be fine if they don't have enough food and clothing.

He didn't want to make them suffer anymore.

Although Murong Yue contributed the most, but who made them brothers and sisters?

He used to think that since he was the older brother, he should be the one to make money to support the family, but with a capable younger sister around, he seemed to be becoming more and more lazy.

If Murong Yue knew that he thought this way, she would just smile at most, after all, her heart is much bigger than Murong Hao's!

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In the quiet street at night, a carriage sped past and headed straight for Huichun Hall.

Some people are destined to not be able to sleep peacefully tonight.

Zeng Guangyao was dreaming sweetly in Huichun Hall, when he was suddenly awakened by a hasty knock on the door.

Zeng Guangyao turned over in a daze and continued to sleep.

But the knock on the door resounded throughout the room like a hypnotic sound.

Zeng Guangyao lifted the quilt angrily, and roared, "Who is it! Knock, knock, and let no one sleep."

As soon as the outsiders heard his voice, they immediately replied anxiously: "Master Zeng, something is wrong."

As soon as the man finished speaking, the door opened from the inside.

Zeng Guangyao stared at him angrily and said, "You'd better give me a reasonable big deal, or I'll take your skin off."

The man didn't care about his anger, he hurried up and pulled him away, and said as he walked, "Oh, my lord! Come with me quickly! Something happened to the young master!"

Master?

Zeng Guangyao was still a little confused, isn't that guy in the capital?

Is it...?

"Lead the way."

Hearing this, the servant let go of Zeng Guangyao's sleeve, and walked ahead to lead the way.

In the other room, Mo Qingcheng was lying on the bed and passed out from the pain.

"Why is the master's illness so much more serious than before?" Mo Feng asked anxiously on the side.

But Mo Yun Mo Yu who was present did not answer the question he asked.

Because they don't know why.

The sweat on Mo Qingcheng's forehead kept pouring out like a brook, and Mo Yun wiped off the sweat that was all over his face after a while.

"Go and see if Mr. Zeng is here." Mo Yun ordered, and then wiped Mo Qingcheng's sweat.

"Okay, I'll go right away." Mo Yu hurriedly opened the door and went out to find Zeng Guangyao.

Mo Qingcheng on the bed felt as if someone had stabbed his heart with a knife.

With that kind of pain, ordinary people would definitely rather die than suffer from this heart-piercing pain.

It was such pain that Mo Qingcheng had endured for more than ten years.

Apart from his parents who knew about this old illness, his confidantes, Mo Yun and the others.

oh!Of course, Murong Yue, who had relieved his pain, also knew about it.

But Murong Yue probably has already forgotten all about this meeting.

"Master Zeng, you are here."

Outside the door, Mo Yu saw Zeng Guangyao who was rushing over, so he hurriedly opened the door so that he could come and go in directly.

"Where is the person?" Zeng Guangyao asked before reaching the door.

"It's inside!" Mo Yu had just finished speaking when Zeng Guangyao had already arrived.

Hearing that people were inside, he kept walking, turned around and walked in.

"Get out of the way." Zeng Guangyao drove Mo Yun away as soon as he entered the door, went up and sat down on the stool, grabbed Mo Qingcheng's hand without saying a word, and felt his pulse.

While feeling his pulse, while thinking, his brows became tighter and tighter, and he could almost pinch a fly to death.