With the sound of thunder, Yang Muzhi had a night of strange dreams.

One dream was that the Yang Family's old residence was covered in rivers of blood.

One dream was that the An Lushan Rebellion was filled with the flames of war.

One dream was that Xiaoyan had died while charging.

In the last dream, he dreamed that Hua Manlou was trapped in a mechanism in Hosho's small building, pierced by ten thousand arrows.

"Hua Manlou!"

Hua Manlou, who was standing to the side, immediately grasped his hand and softly comforted him, "Muzhi, I'm here."

Yang Muzhi heard his voice and opened his eyes. He could not help but hug him, and then he realized that his body was burning hot. There was a cold towel on his forehead, so he should be feverish.

Hua Manlou hugged him back. This was the first time he had seen Yang Muzhi show such a weak side in front of him.

Perhaps he should rejoice that their relationship had improved, but he felt even more heartache.

Just what had happened to him?

Hugging the warm body, Yang Muzhi gradually calmed down. He slowly let go of him and asked, "Did I talk in my sleep?"

An overly heavy past would gradually crush a person. Although Yang Muzhi was not a weak person, he still wanted to find someone to share his burden. He suddenly burst with courage and decided that as long as Hua Manlou said yes, he would tell him everything.

No matter what betrayal, no matter what deceit, no matter what concealment.

He would tell him everything!

Hua Manlou helped him put on a coat and tucked him in. He brushed away his sweaty bangs and finally said, "No."

These two words made Yang Muzhi instantly deflate. The courage he had just said he would tell him had completely disappeared.

Then he would wait a bit, wait for him to be ready, wait for him to muster up his courage, wait for him to completely accept Hua Manlou.

This kind of day should not be too far away, right?

Because he was still sick, Yang Muzhi had been living in Hundred Flowers Tower for a long time. He was muddle-headed as he recuperated. April came to an end.

The first day of May was a good day.

Yang Muzhi and Hua Manlou had been cooped up in Hundred Flowers Tower for quite some time. If they didn't go out for a walk, they would become moldy. Therefore, the two agreed to go fishing together.

Along the way, they made a bet to see who could catch more fish. The winner could ask the loser to do one thing.

However, Yang Muzhi had only sat under the shade for a short while and had only caught three to five small fishes before he began to doze off.

He couldn't be blamed for his dozing off. Ever since that inexplicable fever, his body hadn't been well, and he often fell into deep sleep.

He checked his own pulse many times, but he didn't find anything strange about it.

This really scared Hua Manlou quite a bit. Without anyone saying anything, he spontaneously stuck to Yang Muzhi like a shadow, fearing that something bad would happen to him when he fell into a deep sleep.

Yang Muzhi said, "Why would I encounter any mishaps?"

However, he did become more alert subconsciously. Even when he dozed off, he would be a little more awake.

It was also this little bit of clarity that allowed him to see Hua Manlou's movements.

Hua Manlou noticed that he seemed to be asleep. He first softly called out "Muzhi." Seeing that there was no response, he poured the fish in his basket into Yang Muzhi's basket.

Then he sat down next to him, holding the fishing rod in one hand and the corner of Yang Muzhi's clothes in the other. He was afraid that if he suddenly woke up, he would accidentally slip into the water.

Yang Muzhi quietly watched all of this. The corners of his mouth curled up into a smile, and he fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, the sun was about to set.

He weighed his own basket and then looked at Hua Manlou's empty basket. He beamed with joy and said, "Hua Manlou, you lost."

It was an expected result. Hua Manlou looked at him with a smile. "I admit defeat. Muzhi, what do you want me to do?"

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"Then … I want to keep it. I'll tell you when I think about it."

"Okay."

Perhaps it was because of the sun in the good weather, Yang Muzhi's illness finally improved. It had been two or three days since he suddenly fell asleep.

Even so, Hua Manlou was still worried about leaving him alone, especially on such a rainy day.

In the end, Yang Muzhi insisted on going back to the zither shop alone. It must be known that Hua Manlou was always infinitely tolerant and even indulgent of him.

After the rain, the sky was clear. It was a good day.

The brightly colored oriole stood on the branches, not stingy with its good voice.

Yang Muzhi stood on the second floor of the zither shop and opened the window. Outside, the bustling sound of hawking and the sound of horse hooves woke up a new day.

The waiter yawned and removed the door panel to open the door. When he saw his boss coming down from the second floor, he froze.

Did the sun rise from the west today?

The person who had been wearing a blue robe for several years actually changed into a lotus-colored gown?

Calmly tidying up his clothes, Yang Muzhi coughed and asked for the first time, "My dress today … Is it okay?"

The waiter, who was always half a beat slower, reacted quickly. He put down the door panel in his hand and made a gesture, "Very good!"

With the encouragement from the waiter, Yang Muzhi walked lightly to the Yan Mountain Pavilion in the small town. He and Hua Manlou had an appointment to practice there.

Such a good mood came to an abrupt end when he saw Hua Manlou and a strange woman talking and laughing.

In the face of a stranger, Yang Muzhi's cold temperament suddenly emerged, and his eyebrows were cold.

But even so, he couldn't do anything rude.

Hua Manlou pinched Yang Muzhi's fingers when he handed tea to him and introduced with a smile, "This is Xue Bing, Miss Xue, who came to find Brother Lu.

This is Yang Muzhi, Mr. Yang, a good friend of Brother Lu and I. "

Xue Bing?

Yang Muzhi really had a little impression of this name. It seems to be a romantic debt of one of Little Phoenix's confidantes?

Thinking like this, he nodded lightly and greeted, "Miss Xue."

Xue Bing stared at Yang Muzhi generously for half a cup of tea's time, and finally said with a smile, "Mr. Yang's name is like thunder. Lu Xiaofeng is not a good person himself, but his friends are all young talents."

After saying this, she didn't stay any longer and cupped her fists, "Sorry to disturb the two of you. Since you don't know where that guy is, I'll go somewhere else to look for him. I'll find him eventually."

After such a small episode, the two people left in the pavilion looked at each other and smiled. Yang Muzhi said, "The girl has left, Little Phoenix, why don't you come out?"

As soon as he said this, a figure in a red cloak flew down from the top of the pavilion. Who else could it be but Lu Xiaofeng?

"Aiyaya, Muzhi, keep your voice down. What if that tigress hears you and comes back?"

After saying this, he sat down in the pavilion, picked up the teapot and poured it into the spout of the teapot. It was unknown how long it had been since he drank water.

Although his actions were bold, Yang Muzhi disliked him very much, "Those who know you are Lu Xiaofeng, those who don't know would think you are a thirsty ghost."

Hua Manlou laughed as he watched the two bicker. He added, "And a thirsty ghost who is afraid of a tigress."

Lu Xiaofeng teased him until he was speechless. He said with hidden bitterness, "Looking at your posture, aren't you going to play the guqin?

Why are you bullying me one by one? "

After saying this, the three people present burst into laughter.

The melodious sound of the guqin flowed out from Hua Manlou's hands. It was as gentle, as soft, as warm, and as optimistic as he was.

Yang Muzhi took out his Guqin from his Guqin bag and began to harmonize with Hua Manlou's Guqin. The two Guqin sounds intertwined with each other. There was no distinction between the two, and the Guqin resonated with each other.

Even though Lu Xiaofeng was tone-deaf and didn't understand the guqin, he could hear the harmony between the two sounds.

He glanced back and forth between the two of them. Both of them had a smile on their faces. Could it be that his good friend Hua Manlou had gotten what he wanted?

When the song ended, the birds perched on the railings and eaves reluctantly flew away. Lu Xiaofeng finally found a chance to speak. "In ancient times, there were high mountains and flowing water. Boya and Zi qi. Today, there are two of you. I, Lu Xiaofeng, can be considered to have had a good ear."

Yang Muzhi ridiculed him. "I didn't expect Little Phoenix to know about high mountains and flowing water. Boya and Zi qi?

I thought you only knew how to be a femme fatale. "

Lu Xiaofeng said unwillingly, "When it comes to rouge, it's just a woman who makes herself beautiful for her lover. Today, Muzhi took off his blue gown and changed into a pink gown. Who is it for?"

When Hua Manlou heard this, he looked at Yang Muzhi. Yang Muzhi was slightly annoyed. "It's obviously a lotus-colored gown. How did it become pink in your mouth?"

"The color isn't important. What's important is why you changed your clothes." Lu Xiaofeng, who had finally won the argument, followed up with another attack.

Unexpectedly, Hua Manlou waved his fan and said in a warm voice, "Muzhi was born with a good color. No matter if it was lotus-colored or pink, he would look like a celestial being wearing it."

His words made Yang Muzhi happy, but he still wanted to belittle Lu Xiaofeng. "Hua Manlou is still the one who said it. When Little Phoenix has the same vision as Hua Manlou, then it would be like red rain falling from the sky."

Attacked from both sides, Lu Xiaofeng suffered a crushing defeat. Fortunately, Hua Ping came in time to help him out.

Stopping the carriage outside the pavilion, Hua Ping cupped his fists. "Young Master, Sir, Young Master Lu." He then got down to business. "Young Master, Old Master has asked me to bring you back."

A few days ago, Old Master Hua's plan to trick Hua Manlou into returning home to visit his family had failed. Who knew that he would actually fall sick yesterday? Old Master Hua immediately sent three letters to Hundred Flowers Tower.

When Hua Manlou received the letters, he was naturally anxious. But then he received a letter from his sister-in-law saying that his father-in-law had caught a cold by accident and wasn't seriously ill. Only then did he relax.

But then he thought about it and remembered that he hadn't returned home to visit his parents for a while. Thus, he wrote a letter saying that he would be returning home soon.

Old Master Hua and Madam Hua were worried that their son would find an excuse to decline again, so they sent Hua Ping to fetch him.

Lu Xiaofeng saw this and patted Yang Muzhi's shoulder. He whispered, "Take care." Then he flew away.

Sitting in the Hua family's carriage with Hua Manlou, Yang Muzhi still didn't understand the meaning behind Little Phoenix's words.

He was just going to his friend's house to treat his father and be a guest. What was there to take care of?

It wasn't until he was standing in the main garden of Splendid Mountain Villa with dozens of pairs of eyes staring at him that he began to understand the meaning behind the words "take care."