Yang Muzhi wanted to say something, but hesitated.

He had originally planned to confess everything about his past to Hua Manlou, but when the words reached his mouth, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Sensing his dilemma, Hua Manlou helped him out of his predicament and changed the topic, "Does your head still hurt?

You didn't even drink any hangover soup last night. "

Following his words, Yang Muzhi smiled calmly, "It doesn't hurt anymore. You know that drinking hangover soup is useless."

If someone saw this smile, they would be able to see the pain, regret, and hesitation in the depths of those bright black eyes.

Yes, even though Yang Muzhi was becoming more and more cheerful, there was still a period of time when he was so cold that he didn't seem to be alive.

They didn't speak the entire way as the two walked towards the main hall. However, before they even entered, they heard Lady Hua's angry words, "Hua Ruling, you've grown some ability, haven't you?

You dare to hide such an important matter from me?

It's one thing to hide it from me, but you actually dared to send me away! "

She was talking about the incident during the Iron Shoe Robbery. Hua Ruling was afraid of scaring or hurting his wife, so he thought of an excuse to send her away.

It had to be said that to a certain extent, Hua Ruling and Hua Manlou were somewhat similar.

Once they encountered a problem, they might be afraid, but they would also bravely move forward. They just weren't willing to put their loved ones in danger.

They only wanted to share happiness with their loved ones, but they weren't willing to let their loved ones suffer with them.

Before they entered, Hua Manlou considerately coughed twice to indicate his arrival. Sure enough, the main hall quieted down.

The two of them walked in front of the Hua Family's parents and bowed in greeting.

Lady Hua couldn't sit still in her seat of honor. She tugged at the two juniors to make sure they weren't hurt before she felt at ease, "You're here so early?

Have you eaten breakfast yet? "

Hua Manlou smiled, "Not yet. No matter how good the food at home is, I'll get tired of it. On the way back, there are all kinds of snacks to try."

Covering her mouth with a handkerchief, Lady Hua knew that this was definitely Yang Muzhi's idea. Hua Manlou had never been picky about food, so he would never have thought of this.

"Alright, alright. I know you guys are getting along well, so I won't worry about it.

Muzhi, Auntie will say this. If you feel wronged in the future, just come home. Auntie will support you. "As she said this, she glanced at Hua Manlou.

Such warm words lifted Yang Muzhi's slightly depressed mood, and he agreed with a smile.

After saying their goodbyes again and again, the two of them officially took their leave and walked towards the gate of the villa. The steward had already prepared a horse and was waiting there.

Hua Manlou played with Yang Muzhi's hand and said with a smile, "Muzhi, you see how much Mother likes you. Those who don't know would think that you are Mother's biological son."

Yang Muzhi also smiled. He had never expected to get along so well with his lover's family. As long as they could coexist peacefully, he would be satisfied.

It seemed that the heavens had given him a huge surprise.

At the gate of the villa, they bid farewell to the steward, and the two of them mounted their horses and rode side by side.

Their speed was not fast, probably about the same as walking. Along the way, no matter what scenery they saw, they wanted to point it out to the people around them, even the most ordinary flowers and plants.

After about the time it took to burn a stick of incense, they finally arrived at a small town with signs of human habitation.

The two of them restrained their horses, bought all kinds of food, and sat down on the second floor of a teahouse.

Today, Yang Muzhi wore a lotus-colored overcoat, and Hua Manlou wore a light yellow gown. They were both clothes that were specially designed for others, but they were worn in their own style.

Usually, just one of these people was enough to make a girl blush and her heart beat faster. Now that there were two of them, and the two of them were very intimate, it was even more eye-catching.

However, the two of them were dragons and phoenixes among men. They had long been accustomed to this kind of gaze, so they did not care.

After sitting down at the teahouse, Hua Manlou first poured Yang Muzhi a cup of tea and handed it over. "Eat slowly. Be careful not to choke."

Yang Muzhi couldn't reply as he was chewing on the food in his mouth. Finally, he swallowed the food and replied, "I'm not a child, why would I choke?" Seeing Hua Manlou leisurely sipping his tea, Yang Muzhi was puzzled, "Hua Manlou, are you not hungry?"

Hua Manlou smiled faintly and said, "I don't like to eat sweet things. Let's wait for the steamed dumplings from the waiter."

After living with him for so long, Yang Muzhi naturally knew Hua Manlou's taste. It was not that he did not like to eat sweet things, but that he treated all flavors equally and did not have any preference. On the other hand, Yang Muzhi liked to eat sweet things.

Yang Muzhi did not know when the pumpkin pie had been pushed to his hand. A thought flashed through his mind. "Don't tell me you're giving yours to me because I like the pumpkin pie here?"

Although it was a question, his tone was certain.

Because they had wasted some time on the road, when the two of them arrived at the pumpkin pie stall, there were only two servings left.

Even the cleverest housewife could not cook without rice. Even if they had the money, they could not buy more.

That was why Hua Manlou gave his share to Yang Muzhi, who loved to eat sweet things.

This man's thoughts were always so meticulous. Sometimes, even Yang Muzhi himself did not notice that he was being taken care of.

Hua Manlou did not admit or deny it. He still smiled warmly. "If just eating a pumpkin pie can make Muzhi so happy, what's wrong with giving it to you?"

"What if it's not pumpkin pie next time, but something else?

Do you want Hua Manlou to give it to me? "

"Why not?"

Yang Muzhi lowered his eyes and sighed. "You."

After breakfast, the two of them took their horses. However, they did not ride them. Instead, they led the horses and walked slowly.

The June sun shone on the bodies of people who had just eaten. It was warm, and the two of them also felt warm.

After walking for about the time it took to burn a stick of incense, the two of them saw a temple. Hua Manlou explained that he often accompanied his mother here to pray for the blessings of the whole family.

Yang Muzhi's interest was piqued. He wanted to go in and take a look. Hua Manlou naturally let him go.

Standing in front of the huge Buddha statue, everyone seemed so small. Yang Muzhi and Hua Manlou each took incense from the monks and knelt on the futon devoutly. After kowtowing three times, they offered a stick of incense.

Standing up and patting the dust off his clothes, Hua Manlou asked, "What did Muzhi wish for?"

Yang Muzhi stood on his tiptoes to help the person beside him pluck leaves from his hair. He answered seriously, "Hua Manlou, you often accompany your mother here. Don't you know that wishes don't come true if you say them out loud?"

Hua Manlou heard this and laughed. "Muzhi, you have to know that some wishes are more effective if you tell me than if you tell Buddha."

Yang Muzhi snorted. He refused to say what he wished for no matter what.

The two of them chatted and laughed as they walked outside. Just then, they bumped into the white-haired old abbot entering the door. "Almsgiver Hua, who is this?"

Hua Manlou was very familiar with the old abbot. He introduced, "This is my best friend, Mr Yang Yang Muzhi. This is Master Ku He. He is Kuchi's senior brother."

With respect for Buddhism, Yang Muzhi bowed. "Master Ku He."

The white-haired old abbot stared at Yang Muzhi for half a cup of tea's time. He seemed to be puzzled and asked, "May I know who Mr. Yang is?"

His heart skipped a beat, but he didn't show any abnormalities on his face. Yang Muzhi answered, "I am from Jiangnan."

"It is fate for me to meet the two of you today. Why don't I tell your fortunes?"

It was a coincidence. When Yang Muzhi first came out of the Jianghu, he met many Shaolin disciples who worshipped Buddha. He also met many Pure Yang disciples who practiced Taoism. He had never had his fortunes told.

Now that Master Ku He took the initiative to tell their fortunes, Yang Muzhi was a little hesitant. He didn't want this master to leak everything before he told Hua Manlou.

As if he knew what he was worried about, Master Ku He stroked his long white beard and laughed. "Don't worry, it won't take up much of your time. You just have to draw a lot and read it according to the number."

Now that things had come to this point, it would be inexcusable if he still refused.

So after praying to Buddha, Yang Muzhi and Hua Manlou knelt on the praying mat again. They shook the scripture tube devoutly, waiting for their lot to fall out.

Hua Manlou, who only thought of it as entertainment, saw the person beside him with his eyes closed. He found it funny. He was obviously a very realistic person. How could he believe in ghosts?

"Pa!"

Almost at the same time, two lots fell to the ground. They picked up their lots and the two found the door to read their lots.

The lot in Yang Muzhi's hand was obviously a good one. "Fate comes naturally. The peach forest is in love. The white horse gallops. Only virtue and benevolence. Respectable bed."

The lot was also good. It implied that a fated person would appear. If one did more good deeds and accumulated merit, they might secretly form a good match.

Seeing this, Yang Muzhi didn't know why, but he felt a sense of relief. He then turned to look at Hua Manlou's lot. The more he looked, the more he frowned.

The lot in Hua Manlou's hand was written with a red pen. "A withered tree grows less in the spring. A lone boat meets a strong wind. Without anyone to trust, a hundred things will not go well."

It was a very vicious and bad lot.

The lot implied that one's luck was not good. One's actions were bumpy. When one went out, there was no one to worry about. Everything in life was not going well.

Almost immediately, Yang Muzhi took the bamboo lot from Hua Manlou's hand and threw it into the tube along with his own lot. As he pulled Hua Manlou out, he muttered angrily, "Not allowed, not allowed, not allowed!"

Even Hua Manlou, who didn't believe in ghosts and gods, agreed, "It's really hard to say."

Like this, the two of them didn't return to say goodbye to Master Ku He and left together.

Walking side by side, Yang Muzhi clearly felt that the person beside him had something on his mind. After thinking for a while, he asked, "Hua Manlou, are you still thinking about that stupid lot?"

Hua Manlou smiled, but his smile didn't reach his eyes. "Actually, it makes sense, Muzhi.

Although I don't believe in Buddhism, sometimes I also feel that some things are predestined by the heavens. It is destined that we will gain something, and it is also destined that we will lose something.

Now that I have you by my side and my eyes are recovering, when I feel too happy, I also feel a sense of unreality. "

Hearing such a long speech, Yang Muzhi suddenly didn't want to reason. "I don't care if it's real or not. Since you said that you have me by your side, it means that the lot is not allowed!"

Like dealing with a child throwing a tantrum, Hua Manlou stopped walking and hugged him in his arms. Yang Muzhi gradually calmed down under his comforting words.