As soon as Yang Muzhi opened the closed door, he saw Hua Manlou standing outside.

Lady Hua, who was still sitting in the room, laughed at him. "I won't do anything to Muzhi. Qi Tong, do you have to stare at him like that?"

After coughing twice, the two juniors said goodnight and respectfully left.

Walking in the corridor filled with the fragrance of flowers, one's mood couldn't help but improve. Yang Muzhi used his fingernails to scratch Hua Manlou's palm, and that person chuckled.

Perhaps it was because Yang Muzhi had broken the barrier between the two of them. Yang Muzhi's little actions were surprisingly strange. He seemed to be provoking and flirting at the same time. He was more like a naughty cat declaring its sovereignty on its territory.

It was said that beauty was in the eye of the beholder. These little actions were all cute in Hua Manlou's eyes.

Yang Muzhi heard him laugh and became even more unforgiving. He smiled and looked at him. "What are you laughing at?"

Hearing this, Hua Manlou's eyes moved and finally fixed on his eyes. "Even I, Hua Manlou, occasionally regret having a pair of eyes that can't see things.

In the past, I thought that if I was lucky enough to see this world again, I would climb the highest mountain and see the bustling people under the sky. But now I think … "

He stopped talking at the crucial moment. It really made people anxious. Yang Muzhi looked at him, waiting for the second half of his sentence.

As if he had heard the voice of his sweetheart, Hua Manlou continued, "But now I want to see your eyes."

Squinting eyes when he was mischievous, squinting eyes when he was happy, drooping eyes when he was sad, unblinking eyes when he was reading, and affectionate eyes when he looked at him.

One look wasn't enough. He wanted to see it for ten thousand years.

Yang Muzhi was teased as if he had eaten honey. His heart was sweet and tired. But it was okay to be tired. It would be best if he could be tired for a lifetime.

He smiled. "You have to believe me. There will be such a day."

What answered him was a warm kiss on his forehead. "Muzhi, I believe in you."

The kiss was as light as a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water, but it made Yang Muzhi freeze in place. This was the first kiss between the two of them.

During the acupuncture session, Yang Muzhi was still thinking about it. As he thought about it, he complained, "Hua Manlou, you're too mean. You should've told me in advance. I wasn't prepared at all."

Hua Manlou, who had turned into a hedgehog after being pierced by the silver needles, did not understand what else he needed to prepare. However, he was also wondering if he had gotten carried away and acted too rashly.

Thus, he shamelessly asked, "Then let's make it up to you now. May I ask, Mr. Yang, Yang Muzhi, are you willing to let me kiss you?"

Yang Muzhi's hand was pulling out the needle. Hearing his words, he almost used the wrong force. He glanced at him: "Don't make trouble."

"I'm not. Answer me, Muzhi."

"I didn't say I was unwilling."

After pulling out all the needles in front of him, he patted Hua Manlou's shoulder and motioned for him to turn around. Hua Manlou moved quickly. Before turning around, he kissed Yang Muzhi's forehead again: "I'll make it up to you next time."

Yang Muzhi was still holding the silver needles that could be used as weapons. He did not dare to move. His face was imperceptibly red as he said angrily: "This is serious business!"

A low chuckle came from in front of him. Yang Muzhi snorted as if he was afraid that he would do something shocking. He pulled out all the needles on his back and walked out.

After tidying up his clothes, Hua Manlou followed him out of the room. He heard the sound of a gift box opening and closing. It should be a gift opening.

If he guessed correctly, his eldest brother would most likely give books or the four treasures of the study. His second brother would give interesting small stone carvings. His third brother … His third brother could not remember this. His third sister-in-law would give him a jade crown or jade hairpin in his third brother's name. He had already kept the wine that his fourth brother gave him. His fifth brother was not here, so his sixth brother would most likely give him something small.

The big gift should be a land deed from his father or a prayer bead from his mother.

With this thought, Hua Manlou asked Yang Muzhi what gifts he had received. Without any suspense, he was right.

Yang Muzhi was very surprised: "Hua Manlou, did you secretly open the gift when I was not paying attention?"

"Of course not. But if you knew that I would receive such a gift on my birthday every year, you would not be surprised."

As he spoke, Yang Muzhi suddenly remembered the small box that Lady Hua had given him. She had told him to open it with Hua Manlou.

He did not know what kind of wood the box was made of. After touching the box, even his hand was cold and fragrant. "Then can you guess what is in this small box?"

Hua Manlou took the box and shook it. There was no obvious sound. He played with the box. In the end, he did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Why would mother give this to you?"

"What on earth is it?" What on earth could make Hua Manlou not know whether to laugh or cry?

Overflowing with curiosity, Yang Muzhi took the small box from Hua Manlou and opened it. Inside was a head of hair?

A thin and long strand of hair was tied with a red ribbon. It lay quietly on the soft lining. Under the candlelight, it had a long-lost luster.

If a woman gave a strand of her hair to the person she admired, it would be a very romantic thing. Because black hair and love strands could also symbolize marriage.

But if it was a man, why did it feel a little strange?

Hua Manlou's hand gently caressed the strand of hair, as if he was reminiscing about the past. "It was when my eyes were injured. My mother was desperate and tried everything she could think of. I heard that she sent a strand of hair from a patient to the temple to pray for the patient …"

Actually, anyone with a discerning eye knew that it was just to find a place to entrust one's wishes. How could an illness be cured by praying for a strand of hair?

At that time, the Fifth Brother of the Hua family was learning divination from the State Preceptor. Therefore, this strand of hair was sent to the State Preceptor. The State Preceptor recited sutras for three days and returned. He said that Hua Manlou's eyes could only be cured when he met his destined benefactor.

The matter of praying for blessings was left unsettled. Who knew that this strand of hair was kept by Lady Hua for so many years and even given to Yang Muzhi?

After hearing the cause and effect, Yang Muzhi smiled. "Lady Hua, are you trying to say that I am your destined benefactor?"

Hua Manlou also smiled. "Whether or not you are my benefactor, I don't know. I only know that Muzhi, you are the one destined for me."

The lights shone brightly. The two of them only had eyes for each other.

As if he had been bewitched, Yang Muzhi didn't know why he asked, "Hua Manlou, do you want to get married?"

After thinking for a while, Hua Manlou decided to follow his heart and answered, "Yes."

"I remember you said that you don't want to get married."

"If it's you, Muzhi, I can't ask for more."

Yang Muzhi took out a sharp knife from somewhere. He didn't have time to remove the crown that bound his hair. He had already used the knife to cut off a strand of his hair.

Hua Manlou didn't say anything. He only quietly followed his movements with his eyes.

Yang Muzhi tied the two strands of hair into a square knot and tied it with the red ribbon from before. "Before, I said that I wanted you to have no one else in your heart other than me. You agreed.

Now that I have promised myself to you, you have no choice but to accept it. "

He was really domineering and cute. Hua Manlou's eyes curved as he held him in his arms and made his promise.

"Happy that today the red rope is tied, a perfect pair.

We will grow old together, the osmanthus fragrant and fragrant.

This is the proof. "

Yang Muzhi raised his head from his arms and stared into his eyes. He repeated the words word by word. "Happy that today the red rope is tied, a perfect pair.

We will grow old together, the osmanthus fragrant and fragrant.

This is the proof. "

The red candle swayed.

After another ten days or so of sticky days, the Splendid Villa became bustling with noise and excitement.

The wedding day of the Sixth Young Master of the Hua family was approaching, so everywhere was busy with decorating. Even Hua Manlou's courtyard was no exception.

"Teacher, a bit to the left. No, a bit to the right. Okay, okay, stop!"

Yang Muzhi had become more and more lively recently. He even wanted to try hanging up the lanterns himself. Now that he was standing on the tall ladder, he was on the verge of falling. Hua Ping was so scared that he pressed down on the ladder with all his might.

On the other hand, Hua Manlou stood to the side and calmly waved his fan, allowing his sweetheart to do what he wanted to do.

Sikong Zhaixing came at this time. He had been famous for a long time because of his reputation as the world's number one godly thief. It was rare for him to be so polite as to pay a visit.

They were all Lu Xiaofeng's friends. Hua Manlou and Yang Muzhi had more or less heard of this godly thief's "glorious deeds". They sent Hua Ping and the other two to sit in the room.

Hua Manlou personally poured tea. "Brother Sikong, what brings you here?"

Sikong Zhaixing sighed in his heart. He did not mince his words. "I'll be frank. Someone hired me to steal a person. Coincidentally, it's the world's number one doctor, Mr. Xiangzhi.

Do the two of you have any questions? "

Hua Manlou frowned. "Can you reveal who it is?"

Sikong Zhaixing shook his head. "It's a secret."

Yang Muzhi's interest was piqued when he was mentioned by name. "Then, I wonder if Brother Sikong is willing to do this business?"

"If I do this business, I'm afraid that even if Lu Xiaofeng lets me go, the good-tempered Seventh Hua won't let me go."

As he spoke, he glanced at Yang Muzhi and Hua Manlou's hands. "So I first accepted the order to appease the employer, then ran here to inform you."

Hua Manlou was still frowning. He always felt a little uneasy about being targeted by the Iron Shoe Thief. Now that he knew that someone was targeting Yang Muzhi, he was very unhappy.

"Did the person who paid say anything else?"

"Not too much. He only asked that we steal the person before the first of June, use knockout powder, and release him after three or four days.

Oh, they were afraid that ordinary knockout powder wouldn't work, so they specially gave me a packet of knockout powder. "

As he spoke, he took out an envelope. Inside the envelope was a small packet of knockout powder.

Yang Muzhi took the knockout powder and concluded without much effort. "It's not from the Central Plains."

This was a coincidence. The poison that Hua Ruling, the master of the Hua family, was also not from the Central Plains. Calculating the time, it should have broken out at the beginning of June.

Now, someone took a knockout powder that was also not from the Central Plains and asked to steal Mr. Xiang Zhi, who was said to be able to cure all poisons in the world, before the sixth month. Was it really a coincidence?

Yang Muzhi and Hua Manlou looked at each other. Obviously, they had thought of the same thing. The person who paid Sikong Zhaixing to steal the person behind the scenes was most likely the person who poisoned Hua Ruling.

They just didn't know who had such a deep hatred for Hua Ruling.