Zhao Yiyi's accident was a matter of time, and it was not strange to Mu Mingshu at all, although it was a little faster than expected, it was not a big problem, but she couldn't understand why Yun Gu had such a big reaction.

However, seeing that Yun Gu's face was not good, she still waved her hand and asked everyone in the room to go down, and then she asked, "But what happened?" ”

In the middle of the night last night, Zhao Yiyi hurried to the next county for disaster relief, but he never thought that in the middle of the night the victims intercepted the disaster relief rice and grain, and the killer was painful, Zhao Yiyan was heavily knifed, the most serious one was only one inch away from the heart, and only four of the twenty guards accompanying him died, of course, the victims were also killed and injured.

According to incomplete statistics, the guards and the victims died a total of more than 70 people, the rice and grain were robbed, His Royal Highness King Chen was seriously injured and unconscious, and the remaining four guards all had different degrees of wounds.

The report was quickly sent to the imperial study overnight, and then the magistrate who had the accident had to report that this was not a simple disaster victim at all, but a group of mountain bandits who dominated the mountain.

Emperor Jiawen was furious and asked Dali Temple to investigate the matter thoroughly, and it was necessary to find out.

Dali Siqing is Zhao Yiyi's person, just shout out the howl of the mountain bandits, even if this matter is not done by the mountain bandits, it has become a mountain bandit, as for those people who are said to be mountain bandits, no one knows whether they are mountain bandits or not.

Yun Gu told the story without a trace of emotion, Mu Mingshu's face was pale, he clutched his chest and gasped: "More than seventy people died? ”

"Yes, except for the sixteen guards, the others are all villagers who know about it, and none of them are alive." Yun Gu added in a cold tone.

Mu Mingshu's face was even more bloodless, she was too self-righteous, and she had to jump off the wall when she was in a hurry, not to mention that Zhao Yiyi was a ruthless and unrighteous person, what kind of thing could not be done.

More than 70 people, more than 70 innocent people, all died in Huangquan, and they didn't understand what was going on until they died.

She raised her misty apricot eyes, resentment, remorse, such tangled emotions were clear in her eyes, she said: "Aunt Yun, I, that, those people were all killed by me, and they all died because of me." ”

In his previous life, Mu Mingshu actively handled the rice grain matter for Zhao Yiyi, until the snow disaster passed, counting the two people who died because of the problem of rice and grain, most of the people who died in this disaster never exceeded ten. And in this life, because of her obstruction, more than 70 people died, and the lives of these more than 70 people can be said to have been cut off by her.

Yun Gu couldn't see Mu Mingshu's cowardly appearance, she was a person who died and lived on the battlefield, how could she not have innocent blood on her hands as a person who became a big deal, but all those in high positions stepped on other people's heads and walked up step by step.

"Mingshu, you have to understand that if you want to do great things, you must not be afraid of it. There are only more than 70 people who died today, and he may be 700, 7,000, or even 70,000 a day, if you regret not being at the beginning every time like this, then I advise you not to fight with Zhao Yiyi anymore. No matter how you can't swallow the breath in your heart, you have to swallow it, restrain the temperament that can't tolerate sand in your eyes, find an honest person to marry, and live this life in peace. ”

This is what Yun Gu admonished her, Mu Mingshu is just a boudoir woman in the end, and she is not very old, no matter how ruthless her heart is, she will not be ruthless. Therefore, Yun Gu still hopes that Mu Mingshu will let go of the pimple in his heart and stop clashing with Zhao Yiyi, after all, he is an ambitious person and will never be merciful in doing things.

But how did Yun Gu know that Mu Mingshu was a person who had died once, even if she let go of her hatred, who could guarantee that Zhao Yiyan would not ascend the throne, and after ascending the throne, she would let go of the people of Mu Mansion. The prestige of Mu Fu in the army far exceeds that of the emperor who sits on the throne, and no one in the upper position likes this feeling, and people like Zhao Yiyi will not like it.

Mu Mingshu listened to Yun Gu's words, and she told herself that if she couldn't harden her mind to watch others die, then she had to wait for him to watch the people closest to her die.

For several days, she locked herself in her room and kept copying Buddhist scriptures, and only by constantly copying could she have a trace of self-deception in her heart.

The situation outside is changeable, Mu Mingshu doesn't have the heart to pay attention to it, Zhao Yiyi won this game, and it doesn't make sense for her to do anything. Zhao Yiyan gambled with his own life, not only handled the rice and grain matter cleanly, but also saved a lot of his previous notoriety.

Although some people still dissect the incident of his attack vividly, it still cannot overshadow his good reputation of almost dying for the country and the people.

For the final development of this matter, it was beyond expectations, Zhao Yiheng gave a thumbs up and admired Zhao Yitong so much, but said in his mouth: "If this king is stabbed, he will be absolutely impartial, let him die thoroughly at one time, so as not to live and suffer." ”

The heavy snow drifted for more than a few days, and finally stopped on the seventeenth day of the first lunar month, and the snowflakes in the sky disappeared, replaced by a touch of sunshine. When the thick snow was shined by the sun, it melted into water, and it was wet everywhere, and the weather became more and more cold.

His Royal Highness King Chen Zhao Yiyi has been moved back to the palace in the capital, but all the ministers in the court have gone to visit whether they want to or not, and Zhao Yiyi, who is still injured, is lying on the bed and ushered in the send-off, and no one is left behind.

General Mu Li also went, followed by a short young man in Tsing Yi, who was far away from Zhao Yiyi, who was still lying on the bed, and smiled, and said silently: "His Royal Highness King Chen." ”

Zhao Yiyi, whose face was bloodless, changed his complexion, and then coughed violently, and the whole person showed a tired state.

Without him opening his mouth, his own official automatically said: "I want to come to His Royal Highness King Chen is already tired, so I won't disturb His Highness to recuperate." ”

Zhao Yiyan raised his hand, looking like he didn't even have the strength to speak: "Thank you for coming to visit this king, you have a heart." ”

Everyone came out, and the little guy in Tsing Yi did not leave with Mu Li, but walked to Zhao Yiyi, and there was no one else in the room except for the two. With a mocking smile on his incomparably beautiful face, Mu Mingshu simply sat on the edge of the bed, eating and laughing at Zhao Yiyi, his voice was moving, but the words he said were like Shura ghosts: "Why did you say that the mountain bandit who started it lost his hand?" He should throw you into the oil pan and fry it. ”

Zhao Yiyan didn't have a trace of anger, pulled his lips and chuckled: "Without your permission, how dare this king die so easily." ”

"Hehe, too." Mu Mingshu chuckled, and his fingertips gently touched the wound that was only an inch away from Zhao Yiyi's centrifugal mouth: "It's a pity, it would be more perfect if it was another inch." He said and giggled: "It's really hard for you, you actually came up with such a way to kill a thousand enemies and damage eight hundred, and I don't know if you can heal this wound well." ”

"If you die like this, it won't be fun, so you must live well, keep this life alive, and watch how I make life worse than death."

She had a bright smile on her face, but every word she said made people feel cold and piercing.

Zhao Yiyi pursed his lips and was silent, with a strange feeling in his heart, as if Mu Mingshu had a devastating hatred for him, but he couldn't think of anything else that could make her hate herself so much except for the divorce.

Or is it that Mu Mingshu is a person with this kind of temperament, and what he can't get will be destroyed? Zhao Yiyan felt as if he didn't know her at all, and all the previous understandings seemed to be illusions.

"Okay, this king will definitely live well." Zhao Yiyi lowered his eyes and face, and said seriously: "As long as you are happy, it's fine." ”

Mu Mingshu nodded, with a look of relief: "That's good, you know I won't let you go so easily." ”

"Huh, huh?" Zhao Yiyan chuckled lightly, and reached out to hold Mu Mingshu's cold little hand: "Shu'er, are you in love and hatred?" ”

Mu Mingshu's face froze, there was a moment of unnaturalness, he quickly withdrew his hand, and then laughed: "Hahahahaha, Your Highness, you can understand it like this, maybe when he begs for mercy in the future, I may think about it and tell you what makes me want to break you into pieces, but even if you beg for mercy, I won't let you go, hahahaha......"

The hearty laughter disappeared into the room with the figure of the little girl in Tsing Yi, Zhao Yiyi frowned and was silent, looking at her departing back in a very bad mood, and even the wounds on her body felt uncomfortable.

Mu Li stood at the end of the corridor with his hands in his hands, and when he saw Mu Mingshu coming out of the house intact, he didn't say anything, but led her back to the house.

He didn't approve of Mu Mingshu coming to see Zhao Yiyi, just like he didn't like Mu Mingshu like Zhao Yitong at the beginning, but everything was just because she liked him and followed her. As long as he is alive for a day, as long as Mu Fu does not fall for a day, Mu Mingshu will still live a worry-free life.

Wen Chun put his hands into his cuffs, stood under the porch and waited, stomping and scolding this ghost from time to time for freezing to death.

Mu Mingshu was still dressed as a small servant, put on an ice blue makeup satin fox stump pleat, and returned to Shaohuayuan alone. Wen Chun saw her coming from a distance as if she was walking leisurely, and hurriedly knocked on the ear room, and then ran forward in three or two steps.

"Girl, you're back, it's cold outside today, come in and sit down."

Mu Mingshu nodded a little tiredly, and entered the house without saying a word, and a stream of heating rushed to the door, making her a little unable to react for a while.

Wen Xia followed in with a silver basin filled with hot water, put the silver basin on the shelf, and called softly, "Girl, come and wash." ”

Mu Mingshu raised his hand to look at the remaining trace of white powder on his fingertips, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Okay." ”

Just washing his hands, Mu Mingshu changed the water five or six times, and even the good-looking nails on his fingertips were carefully cut clean.

Unknowingly, Wen Chun also muttered: "There is no such thing as taking a bath." ”

provoked Wen Xia to glare fiercely before he stopped.