"In that case, send the child to the slum village." Bo Zeyu said in an almost indifferent tone.

Mu Xiaoxiao didn't answer, and looked at the child hiding on the side with concern.

Through Bo Zeyu's reminder, the more she looked at it, the more she felt that the child's eyebrows and eyes were similar to herself, and the strange thing was that his facial features were combined like a copy of Bo Zeyu.

In a trance, she thought of the child she was pregnant with in October.

The bitterness of weakness spreads all over her body, if she gave up revenge at that time and stayed in Jiangnan, would it be a different style.

The little boy had been frightened before, but then he was much calmer, and there was not a trace of fear in his desireless eyes.

Bo Zeyu looked like he was asleep, but he actually left a slit to look at him carefully.

After all, there must be something unusual about the person who can make the queen mother take a fancy to her.

And he forgot that the first person who was favored by Lin Yunyao was none other than Mu Xiaoxiao, who was sitting in a sedan chair with him.

"Get out of the car."

As soon as he arrived at the gate of the Prince's Mansion, Bo Zeyu ordered Mu Xiaoxiao to get out of the car.

Before she could react, she was pulled out of the carriage by Bo Zeyu, and before leaving, she glanced at the little boy hiding in the corner of the carriage with affection.

Bo Zeyu said to the coachman without mercy, "Send him to the slum village." ”

If you want to be his righteous son, you have to pass his test.

The carriage left, rolling up a gust of wind and sand, and Mu Xiaoxiao stood behind for a long time and left.

That night, Mu Xiaoxiao tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, she always thought of the child who was very similar to her and Bo Zeyu.

Obviously, in addition to her appearance, the time, place and age are not right, why does she always have a feeling of being connected to that child by blood.

Turning over again, Mu Xiaoxiao pressed her heart, but she still couldn't suppress its crazy beating.

She told herself again and again, be sober, that's not your child.

But emotion always wants to overpower reason.

She could hear a voice in her head, "Don't be afraid of 10,000, just in case." ”

This voice is getting louder and louder, Mu Xiaoxiao can't ignore it at all, even if the quilt is covered over his head, it is still useless.

For Mu Xiaoxiao, what she is most sorry for is the dead Master Mu, if she had been obedient and cut off Bo Zeyu at the beginning, many things would not have happened.

And the thing she is most ashamed of is that she didn't stay by Qi'er's side and watch him grow up.

The grievances of the previous generation should not involve the children.

"Squeak!"

Somehow, there was a burning smell in the room, and Mu Xiaoxiao opened the quilt vigilantly.

She was startled by what she saw, her pupils dilated, and the light of fire reflected in her bright eyes.

Mu Xiaoxiao didn't care about putting on her shoes, and trotted all the way to the door, her eyes were red from the smoke, and she struggled to push open the closed mahogany door.

A ball of fire burned in, but fortunately, Mu Xiaoxiao reacted quickly and took two steps back in time, only burning the sleeve used to resist the fire.

She didn't expect the fire to be so fierce, it had already burned to the door, covered her mouth and nose and ran in the direction of the window, Mu Xiaoxiao tried hard to push the window to no avail, and a thought flashed into her mind.

Someone nailed her window shut, and her black and white pupils flashed nervously, this fire was not an accident, someone planned it.

She turned her gaze back to the door again, and the fire had spread beyond control.

Firmly blocking her mouth and nose still couldn't stop the billowing smoke, she felt that her head was getting heavier and heavier, and she could only pin all her hopes on others.