The crisp and deafening slap made the people watching the excitement unbearable, and soon their faces were swollen and blood flowed from the corners of their mouths.

The guards were very interested and laughed.

In the carriage, the people who had been stunned seemed to be awakened by the noise outside, and a flash of light flashed on their pale faces.

"Mo Lan, Mo Lan ......"

There was a faint call from the car, Mo Lan was startled, and hurriedly approached the car curtain, at this time everyone else was watching the excitement and didn't notice this side at all.

"Mother, what's wrong?"

"Mo Lan, come in. ”

Mo Lan heard that something was wrong, and hurriedly lifted the curtain, and when she saw the situation in the car, the whole person immediately froze in place, covering her mouth in empathy. But she was only stunned for a moment, and she quickly lowered the curtain for fear of being looked at by others, and then stepped into the carriage with a few neat steps.

"Mother, you're hurt?!"

Mo Lan suppressed her exclamation, her shocked vision filled with patches of blood.

Whose blood is this?

Mu Xinya had already expected her to react like this, normal people should have such a reaction, she shook her head with a pale face, and her voice floated like a gossamer, "I'm not hurt." ”

"And what is this blood?" Mo Lan asked in surprise, and then saw her increasingly pale face, and the blood-soaked butterfly hairpin that fell on the edge of the couch, and immediately understood in her heart.

"It's ...... The blood of solitude. ”

Mu Xinya's voice trembled, and she lowered her eyes and didn't look at her, verifying the conjecture in her heart.

Sure enough, it was King Dugu who was injured.

Rather, it was her princess who injured him.

Mo Lan's face changed, and she fell into a deep silence, not knowing what to say.

This break turned out to be bloody. The princess hurt King Dugu with her own hands, but she was afraid that she would also hurt in her heart. As for King Dugu, who was as cold as him and as affectionate as him, Mo Lan couldn't imagine what kind of mood he would have.

The once jade-like Mo Wuxian should be the same as the current Dugu King.

After a long while, Mo Lan approached her side, shook her hand, and sighed softly.

"Niangniang, let's clean up first, I'll go to the Prime Minister's Mansion later. ”

With that, she took out her handkerchief, bent down and slowly wiped the blood on her hands.

Although Mu Xinya's hands were still trembling slightly, Mo Lanbiao didn't say anything as if she hadn't noticed it at all, and after wiping the blood on her hands, she carefully wiped the rest of the carriage.

Mu Xinya closed her eyes, and in her mind, the scene of her stabbing the hairpin at Dugu just now flashed one after another.

"Dugu, I hate you. ”

Under Dugu's incredulous gaze, she stabbed the butterfly hairpin deep into his shoulder, but he still didn't avoid it, and he didn't even frown. The bright red blood quickly soaked his blue clothes, and she withdrew her hand again, and pulled out the hairpin forcefully.

The moment the hairpin separated from the flesh, more blood splattered out, and she tried her best to keep the stiff smile on her face.

"What Mu Xinya didn't dare to do in the past, now, in the future, I will do the same to you. ”

That's right, she finally did.

But why is there a lot of pain in my heart?

Mu Xinya buried her head in the crook of her arm, trying to control her body from trembling, trying not to think about it as much as possible, until she caught a glimpse of the butterfly hairpin lying quietly, and the bright red blood on the hairpin stung her eyes.

It shook her.

Mo Lan followed her gaze, bent down to pick up the butterfly hairpin, and wrapped it in a handkerchief, "When I get to the Prime Minister's Mansion, I'll clean it." ”

Mu Xinya moved her lips and called in a dumb voice: "Aunt Mo Lan......"

Mo Lan's hand moved, and he asked hesitantly, "Niangniang, what's wrong?"

She slowly raised her face buried in the crook of her arm, the tears on her face were not dry, and she looked at her fixedly, "Mo Lan, why don't you ask me, how is Dugu and him?"

Mo Lan's eyes lit up, and she finally sighed, continued to fold the handkerchief wrapped in the butterfly hairpin, and said while folding: "If Niangniang wants to, she will naturally sue me, otherwise I will be too talkative." ”

"But I'm not the Helian Xinya I used to be, no, I should say that I'm not her at all, and she'll never come back. ”

Hearing this, Mo Lan's figure froze, a little vicissitudes and loss appeared in her eyes, and her voice was a few degrees lower, "Mo Lan understands. ”

How could she not understand?

"In the past, the princess thought about how to revive Helian, and every day she thought about how to bring down the Yuan family, and her favorite was the Dugu King of the desert, full of incense, only for one person. But now it's not a single qiē, what is the princess thinking in her heart, Mo Lan, can't figure it out at all. ”

Once upon a time, the eldest princess was the same. From the day she met the two men, Mu Chengtian and Mo Wuxie, the eldest princess had changed, and she was no longer the princess in her memory.

Even though she stayed with the eldest princess, she could no longer guess her thoughts, until one day she disappeared silently from the Butterfly Valley.

Is this all fate?

"Melan......"

Mu Xinya opened her mouth, and just wanted to say something, but the carriage moved slowly, and it seemed that the previous farce had passed. Through the windswept bamboo curtains, the two men kneeling on the bloodied ground, their cheeks red and swollen, entered her eyes, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes.

"Mo Lan, have you seen it? If you are weak and incompetent, you can only end up being trampled on like them, in the past, in the Prime Minister's Mansion, Mu Chengtian and they treated me and my mother like this. So, I'm going back, I'm going to go back and let those people see for themselves, I'm not going to let them bully me again, I'm going to get everything they owe me back—"

Her words were faintly murderous, with unspeakable arrogance, and then smiled sadly, and a tear silently slipped from the corner of her eye, "So, I must cut off all the entanglements between me and Dugujue." For me, there can't be any worries except revenge!"

Mo Lan's eyes froze, and she glanced at her deeply, and this glance contained countless distress. She didn't expect that the princess's desire for revenge would be so strong.

Finally, she nodded heavily and tightened the butterfly hairpin in her hand.

"No matter what, Mo Lan will be by the princess's side, life and death. ”

Live or die, never give up!

The Prime Minister's Mansion is located in the most prosperous part of the capital, with a gilt plaque hanging on the lintel, and the solemn guards stand at the door of the mansion with a straight posture.

From the outside, it is as prosperous as ever, but even the bustling passers-by know it as well as a mirror in their hearts: the glory of the prime minister's mansion is long gone.

Today's Prime Minister's Mansion has a precarious fate.

As soon as the carriage stopped at the door, the guards had not yet moved, and the two guards at the gate of the mansion suddenly saw a light in their eyes, and ran down quickly, after all, the carriage was too conspicuous, and they clenched their fists and asked:

"Dare to ask Your Excellency?"

"I am on the orders of the emperor to escort Concubine Jin Niangniang to the Prime Minister's Mansion to recuperate, and you will not hurry up to pass on Lord Mu to welcome Niangniang!"

The guards had already heard of this, and their eyes drifted to the carriage, and they immediately respectfully agreed, turned around and ran in to spread the word.

At this time, Mu Xinya was lazily leaning on the collapse, closing her eyes and recuperating, without the slightest intention of leaving.

When Mu Chengtian came to invite her in person, she would get out of the car.

After a while, a group of people appeared at the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the one who walked in front was Mu Chengtian, who was dressed in a reckless robe and had a tight face.

Mu Chengtian's angular face did not have a trace of expression, as severe and majestic as ever, and his steps were not slow. When he reached the steps, he froze, and squinted his eyes at the magnificent carriage from afar, and a gleam flashed in his eyes. Then he walked to the carriage with his hands folded and bent down respectfully.

"The old minister Mu Chengtian, welcome Concubine Jin. ”

"Concubine Jin, Wan Fu Jin'an. The servants behind him also knelt down and saluted.

The familiar voice floated into his ears, and in the carriage, Mu Xinya's clear eyes opened suddenly, and she gasped.

Father, my "good" daddy.

The daughter is back.

At this time, Mo Lan got up and prepared to pull the curtain. Turning his head to look at her, after getting her acquiescence, he opened the curtain and stepped out of the car first, and then turned around to help her.

Mu Xinya stroked the corners of her sleeves, took a long breath, handed her hand to Mo Lan, and the colorful figure slowly poked out of the car.

When she stood next to the carriage in a colorful moon dress, the brilliance of the entire Prime Minister's Mansion was compared to her. Delicate eyebrows, picturesque face, slightly upturned red lips, a pair of clear eyes, full of Guigong pond water, incredibly beautiful. The long skirt is charming, the posture is slender, and the body is full of unattainable temperament, cold and noble.

is worthy of being the world-famous Concubine Jinniang!

Looking at this hard-to-find beauty, Mu Chengtian's cloudy eyes became heavier and heavier.

Unexpectedly, a concubine he looked down on in the past has now changed into a high-ranking concubine.

Moreover, it also poses a great threat to him.

Mu Chengtian's eyes darkened.

The servants kneeling behind him wanted to see the true face of the concubine, but after secretly seeing her appearance, their heads exploded, and some people even sat on the ground with their bodies limp and collapsed, so frightened that their souls flew away, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

For a while, it caused a lot of confusion.

Aside from temperament and clothing, why does this Concubine Jin look so similar to the late eldest lady?

Isn't the eldest lady dead a long time ago!

Mu Xinya didn't raise her eyes to look at Mu Chengtian until she stood still on the ground and Mo Lan helped her take care of the corners of her long skirt.

The moment their eyes met, Mu Chengtian quickly looked away and looked away. Seeing this, she couldn't help but smile slightly.

Oh, father, why don't you dare to look at me now? I'm your own daughter.

By this time, the confusion of the servants behind them had caught their attention. Sensing Mu Xinya's exquisite gaze, Mu Chengtian's face was a little unbearable, he coughed a few times, and the moment he turned his head, he quickly changed to a fierce and vicious face, glared and shouted angrily: "Shut up all for me!"

The servants were so frightened that they immediately closed their mouths and hung their heads, and said nothing.