Chapter 115: Soft Tendons

Seven days have passed, the day of Mrs. Mu's funeral, the ancestral land of the Mu family.

The white paper flowers were sprinkled one after another, and the silence could only hear the sound of the wind blowing in the ears, and the atmosphere was sad and heavy.

There was no noisy guard of honor, just a few monks were simply invited to overspend Mrs. Mu.

Mrs. Mu is quiet by nature, and she worships the Buddha all her life. This is all something she nagged more than once before her death, and all the processes are done according to what she wants, which can be regarded as the fulfillment of her last wish.

Mu Qianxun was dressed in plain clothes, simply tied her hair in a bun, and didn't even wear a hairpin, her black and thick hair fell down on her chest, and her face was calm without a trace of waves.

I grabbed a large handful of paper money and lit it with a fire fold, and the firelight lined my face, which was a little softer.

Tears swirled in his eyes, his eyes were foggy, and not a drop fell, and his eyes were sour.

People are going to go after all, no matter how reluctant they are, there is no way, the deceased is long, but the living can't be miserable, crying enough, you should stand up.

No matter how hurt she is, no matter how sorry she is, Mrs. Mu can't see it, what she wants to do is to avenge Mrs. Mu and let her spirit in the sky be at ease!

Isn't it okay to be sad and sad that you are going along with some people?

glanced at Mu Ruoyun lightly, she couldn't see the panic or sadness, her eyes were shining, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

On the way back to Mu Mansion, a figure flashed in Mu Qianxun's mind, and he frowned and asked, "Daddy, why haven't I seen Aunt Zhao for so many days when I go back to the house?"

Yes, in the past few days, I have patronized the death of Mrs. Mu, leaving Zhao Mengru, a big living person, behind.

Only now did I find out that my grandmother was seriously ill and didn't see Zhao Mengru to serve, and my grandmother didn't see Zhao Mengru kneeling at the funeral, why is this?

"Alas, speaking of which, Mengru has been sick for many days, and before your grandmother got sick, Mengru fell ill!

Mengru has always been taking care of your grandmother before, and her body is tough, but she will not be able to do it in a few days. If Mengru is well, maybe your grandmother won't die. ”

Mu Xi sighed earnestly, speaking of it as an old lady Mu, and she didn't seem to care about Zhao Mengru at all.

"Auntie, why hasn't she been well for so many days?Have you seen it?" Mu Qianxun faintly felt that things might not be so simple, where were there so many coincidences in the world, Zhao Mengru fell ill, and Mrs. Mu happened to have an accident again.

"Lang Zhong has seen it, and he only said that it is a severe wind chill and needs to rest in bed, and it will be fine after a while. ”

Mu Qianxun inadvertently saw the faint smile on Mu Ruoyun's face, and a nameless anger rose, leaving everyone behind and rushing towards the mansion.

Mu Youchen glared at Mu Ruoyun and followed closely.

Mu Ruoyun smiled sarcastically, pretending to be innocent: "Sister, what's wrong, why did you leave by yourself?"

"Xun'er is worried about Mengru, let her go. The tone was steady, and there was no emotion to hear.

Mu Ruoyun saw that the provocation could not be successful, so she shut up stupidly.

Mu Mansion, Dream Shadow Xuan.

The courtyard was quiet, and the floor was covered with dust, as if it hadn't been cleaned for a long time.

Pushing open the door of the house, Mengxue sat on the side and dozed off, and Zhao Mengru was low on the bed, in great pain.

At the age of less than forty, a few wisps of green silk were like snow, his pale cheeks were slightly blue, and the whole person lost a lot of weight and became drowsy.

But I haven't seen her for two months, Zhao Mengru is more than ten years old, Mu Qianxun couldn't help but redden her eyes again, and grabbed Zhao Mengru's hard hands from the quilt, there was really only skin and bones left, and she couldn't even feel a trace of moisture.

Mu Qianxun touched her cheek, and called softly mixed with a little trembling: "Auntie, auntie, wake up!"

Zhao Mengru opened her eyes with difficulty, her eyes were gray and there was no trace of spirit: "Xun'er, Xun'er, are you back? Auntie is not cold, they are talking nonsense, Xun'er..."

"I know, my aunt will be fine. The jade finger was on the wrist, and his expression changed suddenly.

"Auntie's whole body is weak, and the tendons and veins are itchy and painful?"

"Yes, it's like a little insect scurrying around in the body, and it's always hot, Lang Zhong said it's a cold wind, but where can the cold be so uncomfortable. ”

Mu Youchen asked in a low voice, "It's Gu again?"

"No, it's soft. If... If I had come a few days earlier, maybe I would have been saved, but now... Alas!" Mu Qianxun turned his back to Zhao Mengru and responded in a low voice.

took out the silver needles on her body, and pierced Zhao Mengru's forehead, wrists, and ankles one by one, and it didn't take long for Zhao Mengru to get a lot better, and her consciousness was also sober.

Mu Qianxun handed over a reddish-purple elixir, gave it to Zhao Mengru, lowered her head and spoke: "Auntie... You've been poisoned for too long, Xun'er... Even... I'm afraid it's not good to heal. ”

Zhao Mengru was stunned for a moment, then smiled dismally, and there was a dead silence in her eyes: "It's okay, it's enough to not hurt before you die, and Xun'er doesn't have to blame herself." ”

"No, auntie! this poison isn't fatal, it's... It's just that my aunt can't stand up in the future. Mu Qianxun sighed faintly, and said that she wanted to protect her family, but in the end, she couldn't protect anyone.

Old Mrs. Mu is like this, and Zhao Mengru is like this, but if she had come to see Zhao Mengru earlier, the situation would not have been so bad.

"If you can't stand up again, what's the difference between that and death. The old man didn't care about me in the first place, and if I couldn't move, he wouldn't care about me. Rather than suffer a lot, it is better to die happily!"

smiled bitterly, his expression full of despair.

It's easy to live, it's easy to die, but it's not easy to survive or die.

Meng Xue was finally awakened, a trace of coldness flashed in her eyes, her eyes fell on the silver needle, and she asked in confusion, "Miss Chihiro?"

"My aunt is dying of illness, that's how you take care of her?"

"Sister Mengqin, she has something at home, she left the house, and she probably won't come back!"

"Then this Mengying Xuan is just a girl for you?"

"Hmm!" Meng Xue moved to the side of the bed a little bit, and while Mu Qianxun turned his back, a sharp hairpin in his sleeve was exposed, and he stabbed at Mu Qianxun.

Before the hairpin touched Mu Qianxun's clothes, a piercing scream sounded, Mengxue's wrist was cut off by Qi Gen, the wound was smooth, and the blood gushed out, staining the cyan floor.

Zhao Mengru was frightened by this sudden everything, and stared at the bloody long sword in Mu Youchen's hand in a daze, not knowing how to react.

Mu Qianxun has no fear on her face, in front of Zhao Mengru, she doesn't have to continue to pretend to be weak, she can only protect Zhao Mengru if she is strong enough, Zhao Mengru will not have the will to live and die, and will believe in her wholeheartedly.

Picking up Mengxue's chin, she asked coldly, "Say, I said that I sent you to kill me, why did you want to kill my aunt?"

Meng Xue stared at Mu Qianxun viciously, the beads of sweat the size of the painful bean were dripping down, and she gritted her teeth and responded: "Look at you unpleasantly!"

Mu Qianxun touched Mengxue's other arm, his eyes full of pity: "It's so hard, that... It's good to take this one off too? Mengxue is also very beautiful, and compared to the girl in the Yujing Tower, it is not bad at all!"

Zhao Mengru was completely shocked, although Mu Qianxun in her eyes was also a powerful master, but compared to now, it was not enough to see at all.

Her eyes, her tone, her calmness, which can a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl have, maybe this is the real her, but no one has ever seen it.

Mengxue's eyes shrank, she looked soft and weak, why was she so vicious, this was to remove her arm and sell her to a brothel?

"It seems that you are not going to say it! ”

took the bloody long sword, gestured at Mengxue's body, and whispered: "Chop your fingers first, if you still don't want to say, chop your wrists, and then chop off your arms one by one, and then break your tendons." When the wound is good, it will be sold to Yujing Tower. ”

Mengxue took two steps back and screamed, "I said, I said!

"Hmm, let's say it!By the way, where did Mengqin go?" Mu Qianxun put away his sword, put his hands around his chest, and looked at her with a smile.

"Mongeon is dead... Those I killed are scattered in mass graves outside the city!"

Zhao Mengru shed tears in her eyes, Mengqin was the dowry girl she brought from her parents' house, and she served her for more than ten years, so she went.

She still believed it, thinking that she really had an accident at home, and she couldn't bear to say goodbye to herself, so she left quietly. But it turned out that she was killed by this black-hearted girl.

Zhao Mengru asked puzzledly: "Why do you want to hurt Mengqin, why do you want to hurt me?

Meng Xue pinned her head to the side and did not answer.

"Who instructed you?" Mu Qianxun asked, playing with the sword in his hand.

"It's... Hmm!" Before he could say a word, he clutched his chest and knelt down, and collapsed in the blink of an eye, unable to breathe.

A beetle burst out of her chest and ran towards the door, leaving an afterimage as fast as it could.

Mu Qianxun stared at the direction where the beetle disappeared for a moment, and his face was a little bad.

She had seen that beetle twice before, once when she was healthy and once when she was out of the palace to hunt, and today she actually appeared again.

The person behind her, what kind of hatred and resentment does it deserve to deal with her repeatedly.

Zhao Mengru looked at Mengxue's corpse and hesitated for a moment: "Xun'er, how to deal with this?"

"Murdering the princess, capital crime!" Mu Youchen said lightly.

"Auntie doesn't have to worry about it, just concentrate on recuperation, and I will find a few trustworthy maids to serve my aunt another day. As long as there is Xun'er, no one will be able to hurt my aunt in the future. ”

Mu Qianxun sat at the head of the bed, held Zhao Mengru's palm with both hands, and whispered with relief.

She didn't believe what she said, she had promised it more than once, but Zhao Mengru almost died in this Mengying Xuan, and no one knew.

It has been a while since Mu Qianxun applied the needle, and Zhao Mengru's fingers can already move slightly. Holding Mu Qianxun's smooth little hand with his backhand, he smiled dotingly: "Auntie believes in you, Auntie is dragging you down again!"