The warm pavilion of the east side of the hall is facing the back mountain, and you can see the lofty mountains and mountains on the opposite side when you open the window, and the rockery is towering and towering.

The creeper outside the house climbed up the window along the wall, and the breeze hit the face, blowing away the agarwood burning in the incense burner, leaving only a faint wisp lingering in the warm pavilion, mixed with the summer heat, quite elegant and cool taste.

When Shen Jin came in, Hong Ying was holding a handkerchief and carefully wiping Shen Nanyan's slender and cold hands.

"Young Master." A shadow suddenly appeared behind her, and Red Sakura turned her head to see the comer, and hurriedly stood up and called softly.

Shen Jin stood in front of the bed, his eyes quietly looking at the person who was still asleep on the bed, and he didn't see the person who woke up for a long time.

The candles in the house were bright, and there were still many candles lit during the day, and Shen Jin could see some gloomy feeling from the brightness of the room.

Taking the handkerchief in Hong Ying's hand, Shen Jin personally wiped her hands, and asked lightly: "Has your young lady improved recently?" ”

Hong Sakura replied truthfully: "The wind and cold in Miss's body have long been cleared, and the Imperial Doctor said that Miss is trapped in a dream, and if there is no person to wake up, Miss is afraid that it will take some days to wake up."

Shen Jin stopped the movement in his hand, his eyes fell on Shen Nanyan's quiet and cold face, paused, and soon began to sigh: "I'm afraid I'm going to have to wait a few more days!" ”

Mu Zhao has been in Kyoto for less than half a year, and I am afraid that he will not return for a while.

"That's it, you should take care of your young lady." Shen Jin left a sentence and walked out of the house.

After hesitating outside the imperial study for a long time, Shen Jin forcibly suppressed the thoughts in his heart and entered the house.

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Murong Town, the place of the border town, is the last place on the road to the border pass, and unlike the harsh scenery of the desert, Murong Town can be regarded as a beautiful wind and sun, and the scenery is suitable.

Mu Zhao sat quietly in the inn, with scratches and blood on his handsome face, and Zeng Jiaotou wiped the red scar on him distressedly.

It was drizzling outside, and the cold wind was blowing straight down, making people feel cold.

Mu Zhao stretched out his hand to the window and caught a few drops of rain falling from the sky, the slightest coldness seemed to be carved into his bones, it was a hot summer day, but he still felt that his whole body was cold.

"These days, Brother Lao Zeng has bandaged my wounds."

The conspicuous scar on his face, the dark red blood stains gradually disappeared under Zeng Jiaotou's wiping, and Mu Zhao clearly felt a sweet smell of scarlet in his throat, which could not dissipate for a long time.

After wiping the scar, Zeng Jiaotou put his hands behind his back, slowly paced to the window and closed the window, seeing that he was covered with large and small wounds all over his body, some blood stains had not yet dissipated, and his voice was a little heavier: "If you can, I hope you will not be bandaged in the future, how much hatred is there, I will send someone to assassinate you again and again, if it is just to assassinate you, it will be enough, every time there is no injury, the scar on your chest, and now this one on your face, how much hatred should be offset......"

The more he spoke, the more angry he became, and Zeng Jiaotou was so angry that he slammed on the table, and his voice suddenly increased a few points.

The shadow of the candle flame in the house kept jumping, which couldn't help but dazzle, Mu Zhao lowered his eyes, and in the staggered shadows, his body was shrouded in a layer of mist, and he couldn't see clearly or guess.

"I'm afraid that this hatred can't be offset for a lifetime......"

In the first assassination, Zeng Jiaotou roughly guessed who did it, and now the assassinations continue one after another, and he watched the defenseless Mu Zhao get injured again and again, even if he secretly sent additional people to protect him, he still let the assassins take advantage of the loophole.

"Was that really the man who sent it?"

"What Brother Zeng thinks is not bad, and this is indeed the case." Mu Zhao stretched out his hand and slowly stroked the face that had been cut by the sword, revealing the scar of flesh and blood, and spoke in a tone that couldn't be lighter.

As soon as the words fell, Zeng Jiaotou was full of disappointment, although he had already guessed the facts, it was another thing to hear Mu Zhao say it with his own ears.

The door on the cover was pushed open from the outside, and Mu Zhao and Zeng Jiaotou looked up at the same time.

The thin and petite soldier walked towards them with a bowl of red dates and white fungus soup in his hand.

"Mu Gongzi, the brothers in the camp are worried about the injury on your face, so they specially asked me to bring you this bowl of white fungus soup." After speaking, he handed the white fungus soup in his hand to Mu Zhao as if offering a treasure.

If Mu Zhao hadn't told him about this little soldier's life experience, he might not have felt anything, but he learned the true identity of this Miss Gongsun, and now together with what she did, every word he said felt that he had other intentions.

This red date and white fungus soup that was not sent at the moment, I didn't have to think about it to know that she was in the name of someone else, but in fact, she came to see Mu Zhao.

He has followed General Shen for so many years, how could he let Yingying Yanyan outside plot against General Shen's son-in-law, even if he didn't treat him with a sincere heart for General Shen, it was for Miss Shen.

Before Mu Zhao could speak, Zeng Jiaotou snorted coldly and reprimanded the little soldier.

He didn't mention the reason why she came here, only that he didn't do anything serious, and that he only thought about and worked these things.

Stubbornly grasping the point of not doing his job, relying on his identity as the head of the sect, he trained the little soldier to be speechless, and it is not to continue to stay here, nor is it to leave.

Now she still has the white fungus soup in her hand, if she puts down the soup and goes back, it will inevitably be a little embarrassed, but Mu Zhao just sat there quietly, without the slightest intention of taking the things in her hand, and did not call her to sit down.

She stood here, embarrassed and embarrassed, eager to find a crack in the ground to get into.

It is said that Mu Gongzi is personable, gentle and elegant, empathetic, and polite to others.

What about being polite? What about the mild-manneredness that was said to be good?

In her opinion, it's all those people talking nonsense and talking nonsense.

"What are you doing here? Still not leaving?! Zeng Jiaotou raised his voice suddenly, and when he saw Miss Gongsun standing like a piece of wood, without the slightest consciousness of leaving, he couldn't help but increase his voice. Although he was afraid of the true identity of this little soldier in his heart, and was afraid that the hussar general would settle accounts after the autumn, as long as he thought of General Shen's kindness to him, the little worry in his heart disappeared.

The little soldier was unwilling, and finally glanced in the direction of Mu Zhao, and suddenly his heart was cold, and his blazing heart was half cold. Mu Zhaoyun sat there lightly, standing by and listening to Zeng Jiaotou's words, without even giving himself a look.

"Retire from your duties." The little soldier pinched the bowl in his hand, and walked out of the house in such a shame for the first time in his life.

When the figure gradually disappeared into the distance, Mu Zhao raised his eyes and looked out of the house: "Brother Zeng, you can arrange Miss Gongsun to work elsewhere." ”

It's no wonder that he doesn't have a gentleman's demeanor and can't be considerate, but it's really that Miss Gongsun's mind is too obvious, either to send soup or medicine, and occasionally come and come a few times to meet by chance, so obvious, even if he pretends not to know, and has the intention to skip it, Miss Gongsun is still pressing step by step, and has the heart to clarify her mind.

At the mention of this Zeng Jiaotou, he got angry, snorted a few times, and sneered: "It is said that the noble girl born in a famous family knows the most etiquette, and everything must pay attention to etiquette and shame, that young lady of the Gongsun family is good, knowing that you are a married man, and she wants to come to you." ”

Mu Zhao smiled helplessly: "Brother Zeng, don't worry, the child is just ignorant, your words today will definitely wake her up." ”

Zeng Jiaotou glanced at Mu Zhao: "It's fifteen, and it's still a child?" General Shen's beloved daughter is only seventeen years old now, and she is much more stable and polite than Miss Gongsun. After speaking, he said sarcastically and mockingly: "That Miss Gongsun keeps coming to you, do you think that her appearance can compare to Miss Shen, or what?"

As soon as the words fell, he realized that he was now praising the party's wife in front of the party, a little sneering, and laughed a few times to hide his embarrassment.

After listening, Mu Zhao smiled softly, with a gentle look on his face: "She has always been like this." ”

This sentence came out for no reason, and Zeng Jiaotou was stunned in place, not knowing what Mu Zhao meant in his words. There is no doubt that the words in his mouth must be Miss Shen, but Miss Shen has always been like this, he doesn't know.

However, he wasn't stupid enough to ask what had always been the case.

After sitting for a while, casually making an excuse, Zeng Jiaotou left the house.

Mu Zhao was the only one left in the house.

The night is low, and the evening breeze hunts. The night was so dark that there was not a single figure left, so quiet that only the sound of the evening breeze remained.

He lifted his tired body and walked to the bed, and a great pain in his heart hit, and he could not stand on his legs and feet, and suddenly he stumbled, and soon fell to the ground, along with the porcelain on the table.

"Bang! Syllable! A huge noise sounded, and the Zeng Jiaotou in the next room heard the sound, and he didn't even have time to put on his clothes, so he immediately rushed out, and a concerned voice sounded outside: "What happened?" Returning to the younger brother. ”

The voice was full of concern and eagerness, as if it was about to break in the next second.

"It's okay, I accidentally broke a cup." Mu Zhao endured the colic pain in his heart and replied to Zeng Jiaotou's words.

Hearing that he was fine, Zeng Jiao put his heart back in his stomach, yawned, and said in a thick sleepy voice: "Since it's okay, then you can rest early." ”

Xu was too sleepy, he seemed to have forgotten all the large and small wounds on Mu Zhao's body, but there were no wounds on the palm of his hand.

Just ask a person with good hands, how can he accidentally break a cup. Besides, Mu Zhao is such a meticulous person on weekdays, and when there is no wound in the palm of his hand, this is even more impossible.

The sound of footsteps outside the house gradually faded away, until they entered the next room, and the sound of the door was closed.

Mu Zhao pressed his heart and stood up with difficulty, he staggered to his feet, and then raised his head, his long eyelashes covered his soft eyes, and only the pale lip color could be seen.

He felt his hand in his arms, and with great difficulty, he felt the peace charm that had been warm on his chest.

The warmth in the palm of her hand came, and it was such a small talisman that carried all her thoughts and thoughts about herself.

So, he put the talisman in his bosom, the closest to his heart.