After the thunder, Mu Yunyin looked at the peach tree swaying in the wind outside the window, and actually smiled miserably.

"I'm tired and want to take a break, so you guys go out and get busy."

At this time, in the guest hall of Mu Mansion, Mu Songyang accompanied Xiao Qixuan to tea, and walked in directly with a smile.

The subordinates of Mufu were terrified, the emperor was here, and someone dared to break in at will.

The person who came was Yang Youliang, the head of the old Yang, and the head of the old Yang said to Xiao Qixuan:

"Your Majesty, the minister won't disturb Your Majesty's deep conversation with Mu Zhongcheng's son-in-law."

Xiao Qixuan looked like a king and was majestic on the outside, and praised in his heart: It's good, otherwise he will be asked how to raise his daughter thin.

The three of them were politely drinking tea, and Qiu Tong suddenly ran in desperately.

"Oh no, the concubine is gone."

"You? What have you done to my daughter? ”

Mu Songyang stood up suddenly and questioned Xiao Qixuan.

Xiao Qixuan didn't expect that General Long Xiang, who overcame obstacles on the battlefield and swayed his armor, would protect his daughter so much at home, and the concubine was obviously not seen in your Mu Mansion, but she came to ask me for the guilt first?

"My Mu Mansion is His Majesty's guards inside and out, why did my daughter disappear under the eyelids of these guards?"

Xiao Qixuan was choked up and couldn't answer, and shouted angrily.

"Ah Jian, go find the concubine."

Ah Jian was startled when he suddenly heard Xiao Qixuan's hoarse shout outside, and rushed in to see Xiao Qixuan's clenched hands trembling slightly.

"The concubine is gone, Your Majesty asked me to find the concubine quickly." Old Yang Tou hurriedly said to Ah Jian.

"Don't worry, don't worry, maybe the concubine is in which house."

Lao Yang Tou said and looked at Xiao Qixuan, Xiao Qixuan ignored him, and Lao Yang Tou looked at his old friend Mu and praised.

"It's not your daughter, of course you're not in a hurry." Mu Songyang coldly gave Lao Yang a sentence.

All the rooms in Mu Mansion were searched, but Mu Yunyin wanted to disappear out of thin air, and disappeared without a trace.

"Please Your Majesty get the minister's daughter back as soon as possible."

Xiao Qixuan sat alone in the sedan chair in the voice of Mu Song's words, and brought Huang Li back to the palace for interrogation.

The palace attendants all quietly dispersed to Jiankang City to look for the concubine Niangniang, and the exit of Jiankang City has been blocked.

Xiao Qixuan returned to Qingyuan Hall weakly, his hair was a little loose for some reason.

Xiao Qixuan sat dumbfounded for a while, and his mind was full of Mu Yunyin's resentful eyes.

"It turns out that she has been resenting me and has always wanted to leave the palace."

Xiao Qixuan walked into the study blankly, looked at the grape painting that Mu Yunyin painted for him, grabbed it, and held it tightly in his hand.

"No amount of effort can be exchanged for her heart, she has been a husband and wife for half a year, she can leave if she wants to, leave if she wants to, and disappear without a trace in front of so many guards."

Xiao Qixuan only understood at this time why he had been afraid of hearing Mu Yunyin say the two words "palace", as soon as he heard her say these two words, he couldn't help but get angry, he couldn't help but raise his hand, he was afraid that she would never return.

Xiao Qixuan suddenly understood why he stubbornly wanted her to give birth to a child for him, it turned out that deep down, he was afraid that one day, when she walked out of the palace, she would leave without any worries.

It turned out that in the dark, she had sensed that she was out of the palace and would not come back.

Looking at the study where Mu Yunyin had lingered, Xiao Qixuan sneered and tore the painting in his hand again and again.

Xiao Qixuan walked slowly, walking weakly in front of the rows of bookshelves.

Finally, he sat down on the small bed in the study.

On this bed, where she was usually tired of reading and resting, he drew a beard on her face, so that after she was frightened, she chased after him with shame and anger, and that time, she showed a smile.

Xiao Qixuan ripped off the clothes on his chest, the scratches left on his body, and the pinching wounds on his waist that sank into his flesh, were all silent counterattacks every time she was under him.

She hated me so much, my pleasure was intoxicated, her resentment rebelled.

Why is this so done to me? I am the king of a country, and I don't deserve to have you a little woman?

Xiao Qixuan's heart was cramping, his hands trembled, and his eyes were blood-red with anger.

"Your Majesty, please have tea."

The palace maid Xiaoyun came in with tea and knelt in front of Xiao Qixuan.

"Get out, who let you in?"

Yun'er hurriedly put the teacup in the saucer on the bookcase, and said in a low voice:

"Please take care of your body, take a sip of tea to moisten your mouth."

Xiao Qixuan, who had a dry mouth, picked up the teacup and drank the tea, panting and said:

"Get out of here."

Xiao Yun was reluctant to leave in the study, and Xiao Qixuan kicked Xiao Yun's tea tray to the ground.

Xiaoyun was so frightened that he picked up the teacup on the ground, got up and hurriedly retreated.

"Wait, come here."

Xiao Yun came to Xiao Qixuan tremblingly, and Xiao Qixuan stretched out his hand to hold Yun'er's chin.

Xiaoyun's shirt was torn open, and Luo's skirt was rudely ripped off.

Clouds and rain lingered outside the window, and the wind was howling.

When everything was calm, Xiao Qixuan glanced at the increasingly dark weather outside the window, and his voice was cold.

"You can go."

Xiao Yun hurriedly got up and got dressed, and withdrew with the tea tray on the ground.

There was a thunderclap, rolling out of the window, and the raindrops the size of beans slapped on the lintel.

A cold wind blew in through the crack in the lintel, and Xiao Qixuan was excited.

Xiao Qixuan got up all of a sudden, put on his clothes, didn't have time to put on a big hat, his hair was scattered, and he rushed out of the study and out of the Qingyuan Palace.

"Your Majesty, where is Your Majesty going? It's going to rain heavily. ”

Xiao Qixuan quickly disappeared into the rain as if he hadn't heard the shouts of the waiters behind him.

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Mu Yunyin was sometimes sober, sometimes confused and walked out of the east city gate.

The rain washed away the makeup disguised as a small servant on her face, and the men's clothes on her body were already wet, but Mu Yunyin didn't feel it.

At the foot of Qingxi Mountain, Mu Yunyin walked with difficulty on the muddy mountain road.

Mu Yunyin tried hard to recall the road that Baili Feiyan took her on, leaving two lines of messy footprints on the muddy road.

Mu Yunyin didn't know if it was because her mind was dizzy, her vision was confused, or if time had passed, the hillside full of wildflowers had changed its appearance, and she searched for it, but she couldn't find it.

It was a place she liked, and the wild geese wanted to buy it and build a house, and accompany her to live there during the blooming season.

But only two or three families were willing to sell the land of several families, and Baili Feiyan bought it as a cemetery.

"He said that if he left first, he would be buried there, looking at me in Jiankang City........."

Before Mu Yunyin finished his words to himself, he stepped into the air and rolled down the ravine.

When Mu Yunyin climbed up from the ravine, her face had been scratched with thorns and blood, and her hands that climbed the rocks were already scarred.

When Mu Yunyin climbed up the mountain stream and stood up with a pine tree, she finally saw the hillside.

On the hillside, the flowers are full of flowers.

In the glow after the rain, Mu Yunyin finally came to this hillside full of wildflowers.

On the hillside after the rain, the fallen petals fell all over the place, and the petals wet by the rain faded their delicate colors.

The glow of the rain shone through the treetops, and the swaying wisps of mist shone on a lonely grave.

A figure, kneeling in front of the tombstone, burning paper money, low crying, scattered in the three pillars of burning cigarettes, depressed, sad.

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