The sky was cloudy, and there was a dead silence floating in the sky above the Mu Mansion, and everyone up and down the Mu Mansion held their breath, for fear that one would accidentally anger Mu Chenjun.

In the Qing Pavilion where Mu Chenjun lived, several imperial doctors were very nervous, and they didn't dare to breathe.

In the elegant and fragrant, elegant pavilion, Mu Chenjun pursed his lips and looked at Yan Xi with a sad face, his lips were as white as paper, and his breathing was weak.

Heartache can't breathe, as if if Yan Xi has any accidents, he won't be able to survive in the world.

Looking at the delicate figure and bloodless face, Mu Chenjun was full of sadness, and his sad aura was wafting throughout Qing Ya Pavilion, and even the people of the entire Mu Mansion felt the sadness of their own marquis.

Yan Xi has been in a coma for two whole days, can Mu Chenjun not be sad!

He was supposed to save Yan Bin, but instead Yan Xi misunderstood that he killed Yan Bin, and Yan Xi's resentful gaze before he fell into a coma was like wishing that he could immediately cut him with a thousand knives and crush his bones and ashes.

Thinking back to Yan Xi's eyes before he fell into a coma, Mu Chenjun's whole heart was tightly clenched, the pain was so painful that he couldn't bear it, obviously wanting to protect her, obviously wanting to give her happiness.

Why did he hurt her in the end, why did he want to make her happy, but he couldn't see her smile.

He narrowed his eyes sadly, not daring to think about the picture before Yan Xi fell into a coma, it was too bloody and terrifying.

It turned out that the experienced and indifferent Muhou Ye would also have a day of fear, he was afraid that it was not his own killing, but Yan Xi's misunderstanding of him, but he was afraid that he would never be able to solve it.

Mu Chenjun just stood quietly, standing motionless like a sculpture. Waiting in front of Yan Xi's hospital bed stupidly, the sky above Mufu was filled with his grief.

If Yan Xi couldn't come back to life, he would definitely not spare the murderer. No matter who the other party was, thinking of the murderer's full and smooth forehead, the blue tendons faintly floating, and the impeccable face that was so perfect that it showed a violent look, the imperial doctors who were far away from the room all felt Mu Chenjun's anger and hatred.

They all avoided the pavilion, Mu Chenjun didn't call, they didn't dare to take a step closer.

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In the late autumn evening, the lights are on, and the signboards of the streets and alleys blown by the cold wind are hula hula. Countless ripples rippled on the surface of the river, and the river shone brightly under the neon lights of the afterglow.

Yan Xi hugged her shoulders tightly to face the wind and walked alone on the riverside. The cold wind beat her, she didn't feel cold at all, she only felt that the city made her feel colder, without a trace of warmth. There is not a trace of temperature.

There are few pedestrians on the riverside. She stood by the river, her empty eyes looking around the bustling city, and she was desperate to the bottom. At this moment, she hated herself incomparably and hated herself. Not only did she destroy herself, but she also killed her father.

She is a well-known Chinese medicine practitioner in China, and she has cured countless people with various incurable diseases, but she has not cured her father. Dudu did not save his father. It's all because she's arrogant, and she always thinks she's a skilled doctor. As a result, he was helpless and watched his father die in pain. Not only did she kill her father, but she also ruined herself, and now her reputation is in disarray, and people all over the country are scolding her for killing her father.

Blurred eyes cast on the rippling and shining river, she was stunned, and a familiar figure on the rippling water walked towards her step by step with a smile.

"Daddy......" she murmured, whispering, for fear that her voice would disturb her father. But she opened her mouth to call, and her father ran away like a ghost in the middle of the river.

"Dad, do you also think that your daughter deliberately harmed you?" Her voice was like a dream, as if she was asking herself, as if she were asking her father, who was getting farther and farther away from her. Looking at her father who was getting farther and farther away from her, she was anxious, she wanted to explain to her father clearly, it was her fault, she was incompetent, she didn't cure him, don't disbelieve him, don't leave her, let her live alone in the world.

"Dad, Dad......" Yan Xi was anxious, trotting after his father's figure, completely forgetting where he was and where he was.

Boom...... There was a loud bang, the water splashed on the river, Yan Xi she fell into the water, there were no pedestrians on the bank of the river, she couldn't swim, she was choked by the water very uncomfortable, she desperately waved her limbs to save herself, but her body didn't obey the call at all, and her body gradually sank, sinking.

She seemed to have watched the previous life, the father of the previous life, and the picture of which city she stayed in in the last life.

And then......

Then Yan Xi felt that she was so cold and cold, and the whole person fell into the boundless blackness, and that kind of black wrapped her tightly, making her breathless.

She felt guilty, painful, tears kept seeping out, the tears that were as clear as water droplets soaked her face, she didn't seem to know, she cried and ran indulgently, trying to escape this qiē.

The corners of his mouth kept twitching, and he muttered.

"Daddy......"

Mu Chenjun's stiff body guarding the bed moved slightly, and a flash of surprise flashed in his gloomy eyes, although Mu Chenjun couldn't hear what Yan Xi was saying, but when he heard Yan Xi's voice, Mu Chenjun hurriedly shouted excitedly.

"The Imperial Doctor......

The exhilarating voice floated in the sky above Mufu, and it never dispersed for a long time.

In the back garden of Mufu, Princess Jing heard this call, frowned for two days and finally let go of her eyebrows, a touch of happiness appeared on her tired face, her eyes were slightly closed, and she lightly ordered the slaves and maids beside her.

"Go, bring the girl Cui Zhu to the palace."

"Yes." The slave behind him took the order and left.

Princess Jing looked at the sky outside with deep eyes, her hands lightly and heavily knocked on the armrests of the chair, feeling both hatred and regret in her heart.

She hated Yan Xi for taking away Mu Chenjun's soul, and regretted that she was too late, she should have destroyed that girl the moment Yan Xi entered the palace.

Staying in the palace will become a scourge, and their mother and son will turn their faces.

Princess Jing will never forget the way Mu Chenjun rushed back to the mansion with Yan Xi in a coma.

She has raised her son for half her life, and for the first time she looks at her with strange eyes and indifference, which indifferent eyes are extremely deep, like a deep pool, as if she is going to swallow her all at once.

If she wasn't his mother, maybe she'd already fallen to the ground.

Ever since the girl appeared, her son had become unrecognizable.

It's because she's too negligent, and now she has to find someone to get things done, otherwise the gap between her and her son will never be closed.

In just a few days, Princess Jing, who still has the charm, seems to have aged a lot, her white hair on her temples has increased a lot, and the subtleties on her eyebrows have quietly climbed up a lot. (To be continued......)