The two men looked at each other coldly, showing no mercy, and at the same time, the people who had been ambushed in the inn earlier also became together with the black-clothed man brought by Danmu.

The sound of the clash of swords could not be concealed in the slightest on such a rainy night.

Mu Mingshu woke up from her sleep suddenly, and when she stretched out her hand, she found that the quilt beside her was already cold, and the thunderbolt outside the window came into her ears, making her heart skip a beat, and she hurriedly lifted the quilt and hurriedly opened the window before she even had time to put on her shoes.

The raindrops of beans hit Mu Mingshu's face through the window, but what caught his eye was two men in a ball on the patio downstairs, one in dark clothes and the other in light clothes, walking calmly but facing each other, each sword and sword were pointing directly at the door.

Mu Mingshu stood in front of the window for a while, and did not make any other moves, just stared at the two of them for a long time before closing the window and changing into new clothes, shoes and socks.

Although Danmu was in a mess with Zhao Yiheng, he was also distracted to see Mu Mingshu's every move, he was a little shocked and couldn't believe it, Mu Mingshu's cold gaze was something she had never had when she was Mingyue, that is to say, Mu Mingshu now has remembered the past.

Zhao Yiheng saw that Danmu was distracted, but he couldn't help but laugh: "Do you think that with your little ability, you can really make her forget for a lifetime?" ”

Danmu's face was gloomy, he raised his eyes to meet Zhao Yiheng's gaze and did not speak, he tried his best to bring Mu Mingshu back to Xiliang in order to use her as a raft so that Zhao Yiheng would retreat, he knew that Mu Mingshu had always been a smart woman, and in order to save unnecessary trouble, he had been tricked on her so that she could forget all the things in the past.

In those days, Mu Mingshu was confused because the Gu on his body had not been fully integrated, sometimes sober and sometimes confused, Danmu guarded her every day, when she was sober, she was Mu Mingshu, and when she was confused, it was Mingyue again.

Probably the women in Dadu are very different from the women in Xiliang, so Danmu put his eyes on Mu Mingshu's body, and he actually had some feelings for her during the time he spent with her.

Maybe one day he will regret that he had such a ridiculous feeling, but when he changed his mind and carefully hid her in the palace, he really wanted to protect her, he thought that Mu Mingshu had forgotten everything, and he might not be in love with him for a long time.

He was good to Mu Mingshu, very good, but whenever there was something delicious and fun, he could think of sending it to her as soon as he could, and whenever he wanted to be close to her, although she didn't resist, the resistance in his eyes couldn't hide it from him, and he didn't force Mu Mingshu, thinking that she would always accept herself after a long time.

In the end, he yearns for the love between Mu Mingshu and Zhao Yiheng, yes, as long as Mu Mingshu does not leave the house, he is willing to accommodate her in everything.

But how could Danmu have thought that Mu Mingshu has always been Mu Mingshu, that is, she has forgotten everything, she is still the same Mu Mingshu, born with a delicate heart but decisive.

When Liki hurts her, she wants Liggie to die, and she deceives her, so she carefully plans to escape.

With such a month-long plan, she actually hid it from the world and the sea, not only from Danmu but also from everyone, even if it was until the time of the burning of the palace, Danmu had always regarded Mu Mingshu as the bright moon in his heart.

He sent people to pursue Mu Mingshu everywhere, but he asked that he couldn't hurt her in the slightest, and he pursued her for several months, but he didn't want to chase her to Zhao Yiheng's hands.

Even today, Danmu still doesn't give up, what if he thinks about it, since he can plant Gu for Mu Mingshu once, he will definitely be able to plant it a second and third time, as long as he kills this eye-catching Zhao Yiheng in front of him, Mu Mingshu will always be his.

Zhao Yiheng felt the ruthlessness in Danmu's hand, and he also put away his provocation and fought with him seriously.

After hundreds of moves, both of them have different degrees of scars on their bodies, but they still can't tell the winner, but the twenty black-clothed people brought by Danmu are still stubbornly resisting because Zhao Yiheng has lost most of them because of too many people.

Mu Ming came down from the second floor of the inn in a long red smoky silk phoenix flower skirt, the small embroidered shoes under her feet stepped on the wooden floor and made a slight noise, followed by six extremely skilled guards.

Her footsteps stopped under the dripping eaves and did not take a step forward, looking at the two men who were fighting hotly, but for some reason she felt a little funny. In her previous life, she never got a man's joy for her in her life, and she didn't expect that there would be two men fighting for her in this life.

Mu Mingshu is not a fool, even if she doesn't want to admit it, she can't deny that Danmu's love for her exists, although she doesn't know how long this love can be kept. But whether it is Mingyue when he lost his memory, or Mu Mingshu, who remembers everything, he has never crossed the step of the love between men and women.

Although she resented everything Danmu did to him, she was also grateful for his care and love for herself in those days, but feelings have always been something you and I want, and she can only tolerate Zhao Yiheng in her heart.

If she is really asked to choose one of the two, that person will inevitably only be Zhao Yiheng.

Out of the corner of his eye, Zhao Yiheng saw that Mu Mingshu was standing under the corridor and no longer moving, so he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and when he fought with Danmu, he didn't forget to take the time to smile with Mu Mingshu, and said softly: "Why don't you sleep more." ”

"Woke you up." Mu Mingshu clasped his hands on his abdomen, stood straight, dignified and elegant, his voice was crisp, his tone was clear, and his gaze at Zhao Yiheng was full of tenderness.

That kind of gentleness, that kind of affection, deeply stabbed Danmu's eyes, whether it was before or after Mu Mingshu's amnesia, he had never seen such tenderness in her.

It is said that women are jealous, but men are not inferior to women when they are jealous.

Danmu's eyes were full of poison, watching Zhao Yiheng's gaze become more and more unkind, the dancing broadsword in his hand was more and more ruthless, and the collision of swords made Zhao Yiheng's hand numb, and then his arm hurt, only to see blood fall down from the tip of the sword.

Mu Mingshu's heart tightened, and he looked at Danmu's red eyes, and his lips opened lightly: "Danmu, don't do a senseless struggle, if you can leave here today, you will already be merciful to most of my subordinates." ”

Danmu's deep eyes looked at Mu Mingshu and smiled: "You don't need to show mercy to most of your subordinates, today I will let you see what a Xiliang man is." His knife pointed at Zhao Yiheng, and his tone was very arrogant: "The man you pretend to be in your heart is a waste in the eyes of loneliness, you can't protect your son and your wife, what can you do all day long except pretending to be in love?" ”

Zhao Yiheng tore off the clothes on his body and bandaged the place where he had just been injured by Danmu, and when he heard Danmu say this, he couldn't help but laugh: "Even if I don't have the ability anymore, my lady's heart will always be on me, and most of this will always belong to me." He gave Mu Mingshu a reassuring smile with his side eyes and said, "It's this Xiliang, and it will be mine in the future." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, solve it before dawn, I'll have to hurry in a while." Zhao Yiheng impatiently wiped the rain on his face, and pointed the tip of his sword at Danmu: "Just you, a little King of Xiliang, dare to exaggerate in my eyes, what about your face?" ”

Zhao Yiheng raised his sword to face each other, Danmu is obviously dying, and the tricks he makes are all harmful to others and not to himself, if he continues to consume like this, Zhao Yiheng is afraid that he will not be able to get cheap, and he has to fight quickly.

Danmu also has this meaning, he doesn't have many people, if he keeps spending like this, when Zhao Yiheng's reinforcements come, I'm afraid that even if he kills Zhao Yiheng, he won't be able to get out of here alive.

The two men began to intertwine again, and they had to fight you to the death.

Mu Mingshu frowned and stood under the corridor, her heart was already tightened, although her kung fu was only scratching the surface, she could also see that Zhao Yiheng was obviously a little powerless, and when she thought of the injury on his buttocks, and there were so many large and small injuries on his body, her heart became more and more anxious.

Mo Zhu pressed the sword on his waist and was very anxious, and stepped forward to ask: "Madam, if you want to come forward to help your master." ”

Mu Mingshu frowned and didn't speak, but his eyes fell on the two men who were fighting, and only after half a loud voice did he whisper to Mo Zhu, only to see Mo Zhu frowning and nodding in response, and then turned to leave.

Not long after Mo Zhu left, he turned back again, holding a bow and arrow in his hand, and handed it to Mu Mingshu with some uncertainty: "Madam, do you really want to use this bow?" ”

Mu Mingshu looked at him sideways, obviously seeing worry in his eyes, worried that she had accidentally injured others.

She didn't speak, but she took the longbow and took the arrow and put it on the string, the moment she pulled the bow, she looked at Zhao Yiheng's eyes and shouted: "Danmu"

Danki looked sideways, and saw a cold arrow rushing out of her longbow, straight to himself, he could have avoided it, but he never moved, the feathered arrow unexpectedly pierced his shoulder blade, and then another through his wrist.

The big knife in his hand fell to the ground and made a clang, and the emotion in Danmu's eyes was difficult to see and understand.

Mu Mingshu looked at Danmu's eyes expressionlessly, returned the bow and arrow to Mo Zhu, took an oil-paper umbrella from the hand of another guard, she stretched out the umbrella and walked down the stairs, the delicate embroidered shoes fell on the ground that was soaked by the rain and instantly wet the shoes and socks, and the rain hit her skirt and stained a large amount of water.

Her footsteps gently moved to Zhao Yiheng's side, raised the oil-paper umbrella in her hand over Zhao Yiheng's head, smiled lightly, and naturally held his arm and whispered: "It's raining, let's go back." ”

Her gaze never fell on Danki again.