"Childe Shocking?" Zi'er was slightly stunned, and the coldness of her palm came to her bones, which made her instantly have a bad premonition.

After a long time, Mu Jinghong pushed her hand out and said softly, "You go out." ”

Zi'er straightened up and sat down on her legs all of a sudden, she looked at Mu Jinghong in front of her in disbelief, and said without giving up: "Gongzi Jinghong, didn't you let Zi'er stay and serve you just now?" ”

Mu Jinghong closed his eyes slightly, he felt that the strength in his body had been withdrawn with her in the moment Ling Jiantong left, and he didn't want to talk to others anymore.

"Just because I didn't say it, you go out."

Zi'er looked at Mu Jinghong's face with abnormal fatigue and faint impatience, she had been in Jiao Zige for many years, and she still knew when to enter and when to retreat beside men, so she could only withdraw from the house unwillingly.

Mu Jinghong leaned against the wall, picked up the wine jug placed on the table with one hand, and poured it fiercely, the spicy wine ran down his throat, but he still couldn't take away the beautiful eyes full of disappointment in his mind.

He knew that he was breaking her heart by doing so.

But only with this can he completely drive her away, in the end, she, Ling Jiantong is Situ Qianchen's woman, he can't touch it.

As soon as he thought of this, the stimulation of the wine and the burning of his heart ached faintly, and he couldn't stand up straight in almost an instant, and his whole body curled up in the corner of the room, looking lonely and helpless.

He suddenly remembered that on the day his mother died, he knelt next to her cold and wet corpse, not a single tear flowed, he just hated, just hated, she was relieved in this way, but cruelly and selfishly abandoned him alone in the world, and lived even harder and more tormented.

If she could, why didn't she take him with her to die in the first place?

Mu Jinghong frowned, and slowly buried his face between his arms, he wanted a peace, but at this time, the door was pushed open again.

The suppressed anger and forbearance in Mu Jinghong's heart all erupted at this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the visitor with red eyes, and said sharply: "Whoever told you to come in, get out of here!" ”

His angry voice echoed in the room, and it also frightened the woman standing at the door, but soon, she immediately calmed down, her eyes returned to clarity, her five fingers under her sleeves curled slightly, and she firmly stepped forward and grabbed Mu Jinghong's cold hand, and dragged him all the way out of Jiao Zi Pavilion without saying a word.

The woman walked stubbornly and quickly, no matter how hard the man behind her tried to get rid of her, but she didn't let go of her hand even if she died.

It wasn't until they were far away from the city and stopped in a secluded spot that the woman let go of his hand.

Mu Jinghong never knew that her strength could be so great, her wrist had already been strangled with a faint flush, a little painful and a little itchy, he looked at her a little angrily, and asked like a child: "Aren't you angry and left?" How did you come back again? ”

Ling Jiantong pinched his waist with one hand, and hit Mu Jinghong directly on the back of the head with the other, and said sharply: "Mu Jinghong, are you a seven or eight-year-old child?" With your little trick, do you think I can't see through it? ”

Mu Jinghong lowered his head, remorseful and frustrated, and muttered: "How am I, I want you to take care of it." ”

Ling Jiantong looked away, and his tone was a little angry: "This is what you said wrongly, I am in charge of your business." ”

Mu Jinghong suddenly raised her eyes, looking at the puffing Ling Jiantong, the light in her eyes jumped with the lights on the street, how could she even look so cute and agile when she was angry?

"What do you see, let me tell you, as far as you treat me, I haven't settled accounts with you yet, but" Ling Jiantong paused slightly, and his eyes suddenly darkened: "For the sake of you being a little sad today, I won't worry about you, that ...... Well, have you been to see your mother today? ”

Her words instantly pulled Mu Jinghong back to reality, his face sank, and he sneered: "It's really ridiculous, when my mother died, she didn't even give her a decent grave, where can I go to see her?" ”

Ling Jiantong was suddenly a little distressed, but she still continued to probe tentatively: "There is no grave, what about the tablet?" ”

"People are dead, what does it matter if there is a tablet or not?" Mu Jinghong muttered these words, revealing infinite coldness.

Ling Jiantong lowered her eyes, thinking about how to comfort Mu Jinghong, when her eyes were circulating, she suddenly saw a stall selling sky lanterns on the secluded street, her mind lit up instantly, she motioned to Mu Jinghong to wait here for a while, and then hurriedly ran to buy a sky lantern.

"What are you buying this for? It's not a festival every year. Mu Jinghong stared at Ling Jiantong, who was tinkering with the sky lantern, and said.

Ling Jiantong threw the sky lantern on the ground, then took out paper, pen and ink, handed it to Mu Jinghong's palm and said: "Our people there say that people will become stars in the sky when they die, you just need to write what you want to say on the sky lantern, and then put it in the sky, and the deceased people will see your mind, Mu Jinghong, let's try it too." ”

Mu Jinghong pushed away the brush disdainfully, and directly refused: "Forget it, this is all a lie, do you really treat me as a seven or eight-year-old child?" ”

As soon as Ling Jiantong's stubbornness came up, he handed the brush to his palm, and then clenched his hand and said, "Give it a try, maybe your mother will see it?" ”

Mu Jinghong couldn't resist her stubbornness, but he couldn't go down no matter what, and he didn't know what to say to that ruthless mother one day.

The ink on the tip of the pen dripped on the sky lantern, blurring, but Mu Jinghong really couldn't write a word.

This made Ling Jiantong on the side anxious, she couldn't help but start pointing her fingers, Mu Jinghong was impatient and simply pushed the brush back: "You have such an idea, or you can write it for me." “

Ling Jiantong closed her mouth in an instant, she got up and took three steps back, turned around and said, "I know you're embarrassed, so I'll turn around, I won't look at it, you write, okay?" ”

Mu Jinghong hesitated again and again, held the pen in his hand, and put the pen aside with only two words, "okay".

The sky lantern is lit and floats leisurely into the depths of the night sky.

Ling Jiantong looked up at the fading light, and unconsciously asked, "Hey, what did you write on it?" ”

Mu Jinghong's eyes were deep, but his frowns were slightly relieved: "That's it, what you said." ”

Ling Jiantong retracted his gaze and landed on the man next to him, full of doubts: "Oh? Did you really write that, what I was talking about? Including, what mom I love you or something? ”

Mu Jinghong's face fell, and then he simply turned his head to look at her who was a little cunning, and said with a little soft gaze: "Eyes, why are you so good to me?" ”

Ling Jiantong's little face tightened, and she replied with a serious look: "Don't you know? You were a demonized puppy in your previous life, and I, a fairy sent by God to save you, ......"

"I don't want to listen to this, I want the answer from your heart." Mu Jinghong's face darkened, and there was a rare seriousness in his eyes.

Ling Jiantong retracted the joke and blinked his eyes seriously thoughtfully: "It's not because of what, we are friends, isn't it natural for me to help you?" And how much more do you have a life-saving grace for me. ”

"Really?" Mu Jinghong lowered his gaze, and inadvertently fell on the red jade bracelet on her right wrist: "If it's just because of this, then you don't have to do this in the future." “

Ling Jiantong was stunned, a little puzzled: "Why?" What the hell is wrong with you? Since the last time I came back from Yucheng, the whole person is weird, and I also love to ignore me, what did I do wrong? ”

"You didn't do anything wrong, I did it wrong." Mu Jinghong's voice was lonely and disappointed that could not be hidden.

"What did you do wrong again? Don't talk half-story, play dumb riddles with me, I don't understand this. Ling Jiantong shook his head again and again.

Mu was shocked suddenly, and suddenly smiled, the evil at the corner of his mouth made Ling Jiantong a little weak and a little uneasy.

His eyes easily locked her gaze, Ling Jiantong looked at him, and instantly felt that his body seemed to be a little disobedient, how could he feel like he was pounding in his heart?

"Eyes, listen to me, don't be nice to me, I'm not a good person, I'm really afraid, one day, I can't help but snatch you from my second brother."

His voice was extremely charming, lingering in Ling Jiantong's ears like an invisible snake, easily grabbing her heart.

What does he mean by that?

Ling Jiantong wanted to ask, but she was obviously full of questions, but she couldn't say it when she came to her mouth, she clearly felt that Mu Jinghong's eyes contained something different from before, but what was it, she ...... I really can't tell.

On the side of the street, the shadows of the two were endlessly stretched by the lights, and the surrounding atmosphere was unconsciously dyed with a touch of ambiguous taste.

And the figures they looked at each other fell on the eyes of the two in the dark corner.

The woman's eyes were full of pride, she clasped her hands around her chest, shook her head slightly, and said: "General Zhaoyi, Ling Jiantong is really concerned about Mu Jinghong's affairs, and she is willing to throw you aside and come to comfort Mu Jinghong." ”

Situ Qianchen's face was calm, but his cold eyes really reflected the ambiguous appearance of their face-to-face: "Today is Concubine An's sacrifice day." ”

Gong Chuyue smiled, but continued to add oil and vinegar and said: "Even if it is Concubine An's sacrifice day, Mu Jinghong is very sad and sad, isn't there also many girls in Jiao Zi Pavilion?" Where is it the turn of Ling Jiantong to be so kind and courteous. ”

Situ Qianchen's face became more and more ugly, and he suddenly turned his eyes to look at Gong Chuyue, and the scrutinizing gaze made Gong Chuyue suddenly a little unbearable.

"Miss Gong, came to the Zhenguo Mansion to look for me at night, did it turn out that I could see this good show with my own eyes?"