Hunting Garden.

After Mu Qingfeng came back, he went to Qiu Rong'er's tent.

Qiu Rong'er's personal maid saw that it was Mu Qingfeng, and hurriedly passed inside, "The third master is here." Words can't hide the joy.

Compared with the joy of the maid, Qiu Rong'er hurriedly ran out, looking panicked, for fear that she would not be able to see her if she came late, until she stood in front of Mu Qingfeng, the joy in her eyes and the worry about the flow and period.

Qiu Rong'er was wearing light makeup, dignified between her eyebrows and eyes, if it weren't for listening to Mu Qingfeng just now, she wouldn't have lost her manners, Qiu Rong'er sorted out the joy in her heart, there was a glint between her eyebrows and eyes, and a pair of slender Ruifeng eyes looked at Mu Qingfeng burningly, the tall and handsome man in front of him, dressed in a dark silver silk trimmed brocade robe, looked good, the eyes of the yin owl were blazing, revealing a trace of evil smile without a trace, but it brought a strong sense of oppression.

"It's windy outside, it's warmer inside." Qiu Rong'er didn't ask him why he came to her now, considering the overall situation, it was different from ordinary women, this was what she thought others were not as good as herself, so she was simply complacent, after all, the third master came to her place, not Yue'er's side, skillfully found a cloak for Mu Qingfeng, and put it on him after Mu Qingfeng sat down, and ordered someone to add the fire of the stove in the tent, just as the maid heated up the soup that had been cooked last night.

Gently pinching the small spoon on the side of the jade jade bowl, he had excellent patience, blew the soup cold, and handed it to Mu Qingfeng after the temperature was suitable, "Third master, drink this soup to warm your body." ”

Mu Qingfeng did not refuse, "The princess has worked hard. After that, she picked up the jade bowl on the table, and it could be seen that she had put her mind into it, and the soup was bright and fragrant. A little bit of sporadic onion foam is mouth-watering.

Qiu Rong'er saw Mu Qingfeng finish drinking her own soup, and felt comforted in her heart, Mu Qingfeng has often been out for a long time, and even if she comes back, she won't eat with them, this is a very difficult thing, is there a little closeness between the two, Qiu Rong'er thought like this.

"Third Master, yesterday Rong'er wanted to wait for the third master to come back, but I didn't expect ......" She was explaining why she appeared in Mu Qingfeng's tent.

"The birds and beasts in the hunting garden are fierce, and it is inconvenient to take you with them." Mu Qingfeng said a few words, not wanting to tell her where he was last night.

Qiu Rong'er was interested and didn't continue to investigate, because she didn't think Mu Qingfeng would like her suspicious things.

"The night is heavy, the third master works hard day and night, and he must also pay attention to his body, the concubine can't bear the third master's hard work." Qiu Rong'er looked like she was tired of Mu Qingfeng, and the aristocratic woman who knew how to read and was so generous.

"Third master, Miss Yue'er is injured." There was a communication outside, and it sounded like Mu Qing's voice.

The chill between Mu Qingfeng's eyebrows deepened. "The princess is resting, and the king still has important things." After speaking, without waiting for Qiu Rong'er to get up and say the words of retention, she went out.

The cloak just now fell on the side of the chair, no one cared, Qiu Rong'er's eyebrows and eyes became cold.

"This month's girl, I'm really going to get hurt when I pick it." Qiu Rong'er's maid saw her lost appearance, and wanted to breathe a sigh of relief for her master, so she whispered secretly.

After Qiu Rong'er listened, her eyes were cold, and she glared at the maid who spoke, and the maid immediately realized that she had said the wrong thing, and lowered her head in annoyance and moved to the side to wait.

Mu Qingfeng's communication, Mu Qingfeng had expected it a long time ago, but in Yue'er's every possible way, she didn't expect that this time, she would stage a bitter trick in order to see him.

"When the news was released, it was said that Miss Yue'er was injured." Mu Qingfeng ordered in a light tone.

Mu Qingfeng approached Yue'er's tent, and not far away, there was a cry, and the woman's thin cry made people unbearable.

The corners of Mu Qingfeng's mouth rose, knowing that this scene was really acting very hard.

When she entered Qiu Rong'er's tent just now, she was already aware of it, and she knew that someone was following her, but she didn't expect her to be so anxious, and the way she wanted to find it was also so impatient.

"Third Master ......" The little maid is the person next to Yue'er, but she is a very honest person, she didn't dare to hide anything in her words, wiped away her tears, and told Mu Qingfeng about Yue'er's injury, seeing that his expression did not change in the slightest after listening, he wondered for a while, and said that this Yue'er girl was the person at the top of the third master's heart, how did he hear that Yue'er girl was because the eighth prince had evil thoughts, and the girl was forced to die if she didn't obey.

It turned out that when Mu Qingfeng went to Qiu Rong'er's tent just now, Yue'er came here to visit the Eighth Prince, I don't know if it was because he was curious about Yue'er's face under the veil or because of her good piano, so he asked the Eighth Prince to send someone to find a rare plum blossom broken lyre to give to Yue'er, and said a bunch of praises.

Mu Qingfeng guessed eight points, but there are still two points, I'm afraid it won't be so simple.

Entering the tent, he saw Yue'er lying on the bed at a glance, there was still the smell of ointment that had not dissipated in the tent, Mu Qingfeng swept his cold eyes, and when he approached, he saw that the person on the bed was covered with a scarf, his fair face was pale, and fine beads of sweat oozed from the corners of his forehead.

Following the line of sight, she slowly moved down, and saw the bandage tied around her neck, the white sand bandage was soaked in bright red and dazzling blood, which suddenly made Mu Qingfeng frown.

"When did the eighth come and when did he leave?" Mu Qingfeng sat on the Taishi chair, looking at the maid in front of him with a cold face but very majestic.

"If I remember correctly, half an hour ago, the Eighth Prince came with two people, and then the girl was in a hurry and left the sewing box on the table that I did not put away in time, there was a small pair of scissors in it, and the girl snatched the scissors in a hurry and forced the Eighth Prince to leave, the scissors pierced the girl's neck, fortunately the Eighth Prince didn't want to make a big deal later, so he hurriedly ran out with someone." After the little maid finished speaking, her heart could be described as panicked, for fear that Mu Qingfeng would blame her for this matter.

"Who gave the wound a bandage." Mu Qingfeng noticed that the bandaging method of this gauze was not the method of the imperial doctor in the palace.

"This, it's a small bandage." The little maid saw the suspicion in Mu Qingfeng's eyes, and she didn't dare to deceive herself, and she didn't want the Yue'er girl to be known about it just now, and even the wound bandaging was done by the people around her.

"Third Master ......" After a while, a soft call sounded, Yue'er opened her eyes, and when those eyes met Mu Qingfeng, his head was like exploding.

Such an expression was like this when Shen Mei looked at him at that time, she looked back at him calmly, with a little stubbornness and hesitation, but the purest light in her eyes was crystal clear and perceptive.