"Oh?" Zhenmin smiled meaningfully, and his tense expression showed a little surprise, "You actually spoke for him?" ”

Xia Yejin hurriedly lowered her head with a frightened face, "Forgive the slave and maid for being bold and outspoken, the traces of today's incident are too obvious, and the slave and maid feel-"

"You don't think Břigud would be so stupid?"

Xia Yejin pursed her lips, you said this yourself, I didn't say that. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing that the other party lowered his head and didn't answer, Zhenmin narrowed his eyes and asked, it's not Burigude, so who do you think it will be?

Who will it be?

Xia Yejin was speechless and choked.

How did she know who it would be? If she could really know in advance, would she still let such an oolong and old-fashioned plot happen? I must have tried my best to intercept this matter!

Just when Xia Yejin was speechless and felt that she had simply encountered a 10,000-year-old pit, the round-faced maid walked over quickly, and after saluting, she leaned into Zhenmin's ear and muttered a few words.

So close? And mysterious, are you discussing doing bad things?

I don't know if she was in an extremely bad mood after being scolded for several days or if she predicted the ending of Zhao Mu and Zhenmin in advance, in short, watching the picture of these two people talking together at this moment made her very unhappy, and there was worry in the displeasure.

Although the truth is basically eight to nine, but when she thought that Zhao Mu might be Fu Qingzhu, she couldn't use the cold eyes of outsiders to complete this task.

But if he really Fu Qingzhu, how could he do something to take advantage of Zhenmin's favor to imprison and torture her to death?

However, if Xia Yejin can still retain a trace of rationality, he knows that this is not impossible.

At this moment, it is Dayuan, and more than 400 years have passed since the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

40 years of experience can change a person's temperament, let alone 400 years. In this way, even if he is Fu Qingzhu, it is possible that he is no longer the former Fu Qingzhu?

It's a rhythm that gets worse the more you think about it!

Thinking about it, Xia Yejin was almost dizzy by her own brain, and when she was dizzy, she heard Zhenmin say "Bring people up", and then a little maid wearing a yellow Mongolian robe was brought to her, her face was pale and trembling. Before she could say anything to beg for mercy, she saw Jinmin smile at her.

Suddenly, a miserable scream shook the ground, Xia Yejin was startled, followed the reputation, and found that Zhenmin was holding a waist knife in his hand, and the bright blade flashed with a terrifying white light, and the maid ...... A pair of hands had been cut off and rolled to the ground!

Bright red blood dripped from the severed wrist, dense and fast, like a midsummer afternoon rainstorm. The smell of blood was permeated, and the maid fainted directly in pain.

Xia Yejin's lips turned white, and she desperately pressed her chest so that she didn't vomit directly.

"Wake her up." I heard Jinmin say again.

A bucket of cold water was poured down, and the maid opened her eyes. In fact, she looked like this, lost too much blood, and the result was basically a dead end. But Jinmin didn't seem to want her to die so easily, so he took a small dagger and walked up to her and crouched down, and a terrible scream resounded through the sky - the maid's eyes were forcibly pulled out.

The eyes were scarlet. It was wet and full of blood.

Xia Yejin couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and closed her eyes directly. As soon as she closed it, she heard Zhenmin calling her name, so she had no choice but to open her eyes again-

The bloodshot eyes were placed in front of her, and Zhenmin was standing not far away, tilting his head and looking at her with a smile, "These eyes are pretty right, aren't they??" ”

“……”

Xia Yejin finally couldn't hold back, her legs were weak, and she was about to be planted.

But she didn't, a pair of strong hands held her waist, stabilizing her entire crumbling body.

By the time Xia Yejin came to her senses, the maid in the Mongolian robe had already been dragged down, several maids were half-squatting on the ground and vigorously cleaning the bloodstains, Zhenmin was looking down and listening to what the round-faced maid said, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet again.

"Are you alright?"

A familiar voice came, Xia Yejin realized that she had been leaning against someone behind her since just now, she turned her head, Zhao Mu let go of the hand holding her, still staring at her with big eyes.

The eyes are clear, exactly the same as Fu Qingzhu back then.

She opened her mouth, but fainted before she could make a sound.

When I woke up again, I found that I was already lying on the wooden bed, surrounded by black holes, and I could vaguely see a person sitting on the edge of the bed, and when the person saw Xia Yejin open his eyes, he opened his mouth and asked if you are better?

"Why am I here?"

"You've fainted."

"Where's the county lord?"

"Rest assured, she didn't blame you anymore."

“……”

"You took me...... Fu, back? ”

Zhao Mu didn't answer, he moved and got up from the edge of the bed and walked out of the door, stopped halfway through, and said that there is hot goat's milk in the silver pot on the table, you can drink a little if you are thirsty.

Xia Yejin was in a good mental state, as soon as she heard the goat's milk, she instantly felt a wave of nausea surging from the inside out, lying on the side of the bed and spitting out everything she had eaten since yesterday, and in the end, only bitter water was left and retching there.

When she was completely relieved, Xia Yejin lay on her back on the bed and collapsed to the point of humming. The door was open, and that Zhao Mu had already left.

Compared with the wounds on her body and the bloody picture just now, after calming down, what made her even more unbearable was Zhao Mu's identity. Is there really two people in the world who are so similar, not only in appearance, but also with both amnesia and soullessness?

She didn't know.

But if not, does it mean that in the more than 400 years from the Eastern Jin Dynasty to the Great Yuan, Fu Qingzhu has wandered in history, one dynasty after another, from one point in time to another. I keep meeting new people and separating from them. New memories are constantly emerging, and old memories are constantly being forgotten. Every time his memory is refreshed, the only thing that remains the same is the fact that he lacks a soul?

If this is the case, Xia Yejin really doesn't know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing for Fu Qingzhu?

Maybe it's a good thing, at least he can forget a lot of unhappy things and start over; Or maybe it's a bad thing, a lot of past experiences, those people and things, no matter how profound and reluctant, have disappeared without a trace, and there is no trace at all.

After thinking about it, about Zhao Mu, her theory of half a bucket of water really can't straighten out many things, if she can successfully complete the task and go back this time, she must ask Gong Chenshi clearly.

But will she be able to complete her mission before she goes back?

Thinking of this, Xia Yejin's head began to hurt again.

Holding a position for too long, her neck was a little stiff, she turned over, the door was pushed open in the dark, and Zhao Mu walked in with something in his hand.

When he got closer, seeing that Xia Yejin was still blank, he put the copper kettle in his hand on the low table on the side, saying that this was freshly boiled hot water, and there were tea leaves in the clay pot next to him, you can drink it. (To be continued.) )