When Mu Lan made up a lie, did she think about the consequences?

In case Mu Zijin goes to seek verification, will he be killed by the sensitive and suspicious Mu Zijian?

Will he be pointed out because of the conflict with Xin Baige, hated by Mu Zijian, and rejected by Mu Cangping, so that his situation in Mu Mansion will be even more difficult?

She must have thought about it, but she didn't care.

Getting this man is more important than letting him live in peace and joy.

From Mu Zijian's standpoint, Mu Lan's move is even more chilling - just speculation, without empirical evidence, she can tell herself and Mu Zijin conclusively that Mu Zijian's murderer of Mu Fanghe accused him of poisoning and killing people - just to get a chance to get along with another man, she can betray the former pillow person without hesitation.

Mu Dianke finally understood that in Chuzhou that day, Xu Younan obviously had so many opportunities to get rid of Mu Lan, but he just didn't do it.

This old fox never looked at people.

He saw through Mu Lan's nature and saw that she would make trouble for the Mu family in the future, and her brother's discord would be a bane.

She didn't care if Mu Cangping's house was restless, but her brother was her brother.

"So, are you trying to kill me?" Mu Lan looked at Mu Dianke's cold eyes and asked.

"yes." Mu Dian was ridiculous.

The cold smile, with the lukewarm eyes, seemed to freeze the surrounding air for a moment.

Mu Lan was scared.

She always felt that Mu Dianke would not raise a knife against her no matter what.

No matter how excessive she did in the past: two assassinations, humiliating her, cursing her, Mu Dianke could endure it.

Why not this time?

"I just told a lie." She said.

"Lying is not a big deal." Mu Dianke said, "It's like a mold spot growing on a peach, it's not the mold spot itself that is terrible, it's that the peach is rotten." Then why do I have to wait until it's rotten, stains my hands, stinks to me, and then I don't think to throw it away? ”

Mu Lan's heart was like a stone that had fallen into an ice pool, sinking rapidly.

Mu Dian has no martial arts anymore.

But she was still instinctively afraid.

The October wind is very cool on the face and cold on the fingertips. When she raised her hand to pluck the lute, she realized that her ten fingers were no longer obedient.

A painful itch pierced by a dense array of sharp thorns surged through the palm of the hand and straight up the forearm.

was actually drugged by Mu Dianke!

"Slut!" She knew that she only had one last chance left, so she raised her pipa and jumped up, smashing it on Mu Dianke's head with all her strength.

The belly of the pipa, which was triggered, opened widely, and countless stainless steel blades ejected, roaring towards Mu Dianke.

She knew very well what the strength of the shadow guard behind Mu Dianke was, and she had no reservations with one shot - there was only one chance, either win or die.

A sword appeared above Mu Dianke's head.

I couldn't see where it came from or how it moved, but I could see a cloud of incandescent light explode around the sword, and the thin blade as dense as a flying locust flew into the distance.

Chop the pipa into powder.

The long sword was driven into Mu Lan's chest, pushing her all the way backwards and sitting back in her original position.

There was still resentment in Mu Lan's eyes.

It was only for a moment, only enough for her to look in the direction where the sword came from, and before she had time to feel emotional, she tilted her head, leaned her back against the mottled old tree behind her, and died.

Mu Diankemo sat opposite Mu Lan, looking at her beautiful, but hideous face at this time, thinking of many old things in the old scene.

It was like a dream that went away.

She walked over and closed her wide-eyed eyes.

At the end of the sight - if those eyes can still see, there is Mu Cangping, who is dressed in a white linen filial piety robe, holding the scabbard that is about to lose the paint in his left hand, and there is no sword in his right hand.

***

The two brothers of the Mu family were invited to Canglan Courtyard.

Mu Cangping sat under an ancient tree with coiled branches and rubbed his sword, five steps behind him, Mu Lan sat straight with his back against the trunk, a large pool of blood stains on his chest, and his lips were slightly open, as if he had many unfinished words.

But I never had a chance to say it again.

"The old man said, 'If your clothes are torn, you can still make up for them; Broken hands and feet, Encore continued? Mu Cang said flatly, "I only half of what I agree with." Whether the clothes can be mended depends on whether she is at peace and just wants to make a piece of clothing. I still want to be a sharp weapon to cut off my hands and feet. ”

Mu Zijian cried first, "My son didn't... And I didn't blame her. I don't complain about the second brother. ”

"I can't afford to lose this man." Mu Cangping threw the blood-stained cotton towel at his feet, "I can't afford to lose the two sons who were played around by a woman." Listen to the words of the ear, which sentence is true and which sentence is false, can you tell the difference? What about the brain? ”

The tone doesn't fluctuate, but it's clearly annoying.

Mu Zijian was silent.

"It's the son who is stupid, and the father has to teach him a lesson." He sobbed.

Mu Zijin was still silent, his jaw line taut as he gritted his teeth, like an extremely stiff statue carved with the blunt of a knife.

"She's no longer Mumen's person, you can do it." Mu Cangping said.

Mu Zijian's heart was awe-inspiring, and he didn't know the intention of Mu Cangping's move.

"Before she died, she kept asking me for a letter ......of resignation," Mu Zijian had tears in his eyes, and said sadly, "She wants to get rid of me." Died... Nor do they restrain her. ”

Mu Zijin walked over, hunched his back around Mu Lan's shoulder, and passed under her knee with his elbow. This one was extremely difficult, the bones all over the body seemed to be rusty, and even the sound of joints creaking could be heard when standing up.

He walked out without saying a word and without looking back.

***

Mu Dianke was in tears.

Even if she didn't regret it, she still felt heartache at this moment.

Because I know how painful Mu Zijin's heart is.

No matter what Mu Lan became later, for the once lonely young Mu Zijin, she was light and warm.

In this world, the few warmth that Mu Zijin has touched and cherished in the long years have been missing since then.

"What you do is what you do, regret is useless, and affection is more hypocritical." Mu Cangping walked in and stretched out his fingers to solve her acupoint, "Didn't you figure it out before you did it?" ”

"Who says I regret it?" Mu Dianke said angrily: "Naturally, people like you, no matter how many hurtful things they do, they will never have the slightest remorse. You can always find yourself a bunch of high-sounding reasons. ”

She was angry and aggressive, and Mu Cangping was indifferent.

"Don't you hate me if you say you regret it?" Mu Cangping sat down.

"Of course not!"

The conversation between the two always ended quickly, but this time Mu Dian didn't turn around.

- She can't seem to find a place to go.

"Whether you admit it or not," Mu Cangping said: "You and I are essentially the same kind of people, both of whom are people who can be ruthless and willing to achieve their goals." ”

Mu Dianke sneered, "Shouldn't I feel honored?" ”

"It doesn't matter what you think, it's true."

Mu Cangping picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip, with relief in his eyes,

"I'm in your calculations too, right? Do you know that I will come back at that time, and that I will give you all of you? ”

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