Mu Mingshu couldn't understand what kind of mentality Danmu was, but she saw the fear in Liji's eyes and the indifference in Danmu's eyes.

He almost didn't think about it before he responded, "Okay." ”

"Don't, king, the concubine has worked hard all these years without merit, king"

"The concubine knows that she is wrong, and begs the king to give the concubine a way to live, and the concubine will never do such a foolish thing again"

Regi's mournful cry for mercy did not make Danki feel the slightest pity, and he did not hesitate to reach out and pinch Reiki's neck, his eyes were calm, as if he could kill Reichi in a moment.

Mu Mingshu coldly saw the despair and fear in Liji's eyes, she couldn't even breathe with her mouth open, a pair of very well-maintained jade hands grabbed Danmu tightly, and it didn't take long for her to roll her eyes and die.

Her corpse fell at Mu Mingshu's feet, silently, and she was still talking arrogantly in front of her, but she died in a moment.

Mu Mingshu felt unspeakably uncomfortable in his heart, but all that was left in his eyes was cold.

She always thought that Danmu was a sentient person, but until this moment she knew that he was a heartless person at all. She didn't understand what kind of use she had, so that he could kill the woman who shared the bed in a moment because of his words.

Danmu's move completely subverted his impression in Mu Mingshu's heart, even if he has raised a dog for many years, he has feelings, let alone a person.

However, Danmu didn't feel that there was anything wrong with such a move, he just felt that it was right to meet all of Mu Mingshu's requirements.

So after that, Mu Mingshu was acting in front of him, and he didn't see it at all, until a month later, Mu Mingshu's daily living room asked her to light a fire by herself, and Danmu knew that Mu Mingshu was always Mu Mingshu.

Mu Mingshu prepared for the fire for a month, burning the entire courtyard to the ground, and she has since stepped into a life of hiding in Tibet.

Mu Mingshu has suffered a lot along the way, she has lived in a broken temple, lived in a dead person's house, and even lived in the same room with a corpse, and it is common for her to sleep in the wild, she eats wild vegetables, eats wild fruits, and occasionally goes to the restaurant to eat a good meal. But she had to keep twelve points of spirit every day, and always pay attention to whether anyone caught up with her, and such days were very uncomfortable for a pampered woman like her, but it was much better than being a canary in that cage, at least she was neither deaf nor blind.

Mu Mingshu nestled in Zhao Yiheng's arms and said these things very calmly, but deliberately skipped Danmu's unclear feelings for her.

She said: "I think that when I faked my death, it must have been Danmu who was the obstacle, but I never knew what he was thinking, since he tied me up, but didn't take it out to threaten you?" ”

The sentence behind her was already ridiculing Zhao Yiheng, Zhao Yiheng is an extremely protective person, especially for his wife and children, it is simply unreasonable, I am afraid that few people in this world do not know about this matter. Now that Dadu is at war against Xiliang, no matter whether the Xiliang army can beat Dadu's army or not, as long as Danmu shows Mu Mingshu's hole card, it will definitely force Zhao Yiheng to cease fighting.

Zhao Yiheng smiled when he heard this, touched Mu Mingshu's loose bun and said: "I think I'm also scared in my heart, what if my husband's anger is hard to get rid of, and I will directly extinguish Xiliang by increasing the intensity all the way?" Wouldn't all these years of his planning be in vain? ”

In his eyes, Danmu is also a man, for the position of King Xiliang for so many years, and finally stepped on the road made of corpses to sit on the throne now, it is also a good calculation in his heart.

Zhao Yiheng has dealt with him a few times, such an ambitious, urban and endurance person, it is not difficult to lead Xiliang to expand its territory in the future.

It's just a pity that he has such a sister who is dragging his feet, and he is unlucky to meet an opponent like Zhao Yiheng who is rare in a hundred years and does not play cards according to common sense.

"Comb your hair for your husband." Zhao Yiheng straightened up, reached out and took out the rosewood comb that called him a treasure in the makeup box of the dressing table.

Although Mu Mingshu deliberately hid the part where Danmu was unclear, Zhao Yiheng, who is also a man, moved his toes and toes to know the strangeness here, if an ambitious man was not emotional, how could he pinch the chips and lose a few cities in vain.

It's just that Zhao Yiheng doesn't know when Danmu has been thinking about Mu Mingshu, to be exact, he doesn't know how long Danmu's turtle grandson's dirty thoughts have been.

Mu Mingshu didn't know Zhao Yiheng's thoughts, but he was overjoyed when he saw the rosewood comb, took the wooden comb from his hand, carefully stroked the delicately carved plum blossoms on it, and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, this comb can be regarded as you and my matchmaker." ”

is not a matchmaker, Zhao Yiheng was shameless at the beginning and took her comb, the two were inextricably involved, and finally got married, and now it is for this comb to return to him.

Zhao Yiheng looked at the comb and laughed: "That's right, it's such a great credit for the husband to get the best in the world, and it will definitely be enshrined with incense in the future." ”

Mu Mingshu glanced at him with disgust and said with a smile: "It's not right." ”

After speaking, he handed the comb to Zhao Yiheng: "Didn't you say you wanted to comb my hair?" ”

Zhao Yiheng deserved a sound, took the comb from Mu Mingshu, and gave her hair again and again.

Mu Mingshu has been out and about for more than half a year, and the long black hair that used to be is not as good-looking now, not to mention the yellowing of the hair, the ends of the hair are still dry and rough, and they have to be knotted when combed down. Although Zhao Yiheng's movements were a little rusty, they were gentle, again and again, for fear of hurting her.

Mu Mingshu looked at Zhao Yiheng, who was seriously combing her hair, through the bronze mirror, focused, serious and patient, but it warmed her heart little by little, and she only felt that a lot of this year's experience was worth it.

She said, "When are we going back to Kyoto. Before Zhao Yiheng could speak, he said, "I want to go and see Ziyue"

Zhao Yiheng gave Mu Mingshu a hand, the hair comb stopped between her hair, and he didn't know what to say for a moment, these days he almost forgot that Zhao Ziyue was dead and had been buried in the cold and lonely imperial mausoleum.

He raised his eyes to look at Mu Mingshu in the bronze mirror, afraid that she would not be able to accept Zhao Ziyue's death until now, but unexpectedly saw her calm face.

Zhao Yiheng opened his mouth, but for some reason he suddenly felt like a fish in his throat, and only said in a half-loud voice: "We will leave tomorrow." ”

He said that he would leave tomorrow, and Mozhu was ordered to arrange things one by one, just waiting for the night to leave early the next morning.

But this night is not destined to be a peaceful night.

When night fell, the inn was lit inside and out, and Mu Mingshu fell asleep in Zhao Yiheng's arms early, but he was waiting for someone with his eyes open.

The wind outside blew the shadows of the trees, and the thunder mixed with the lightning made this unpeaceful night even more terrifying, and the big raindrops hit the windows, bringing a bit of coolness to the hot summer day.

Mo Zhu clasped his robe, clenched the sword at his waist and knocked lightly on the door three times, and Zhao Yiheng quietly got out of bed and dressed and went out.

"Master, the man has arrived." Mo Zhu lowered his voice, for fear of alarming the master who was sleeping soundly in the house.

Zhao Yiheng's face was gloomy, and he turned his head to look at the closed door behind him: "Send a few more people to guard it, and you can't be negligent." ”

Mo Shi should be, and then he hurriedly went downstairs behind Zhao Yiheng.

At this moment, there are twenty black-clothed people standing in the small patio in the inn, all of them have solemn faces, holding a big knife in their hands, and Danmu in a blue shirt is standing in the front, with his hands behind him, letting the rain hit his body, but his eyes are motionless and looking directly at Zhao Yiheng who is standing under the corridor.

Zhao Yiheng stood under the corridor in a moonlight robe, with an indifferent look, the rain dripping from the eaves wet his shoes and socks, he smiled on his face, raised his eyebrows slightly and said to Danmu: "Thank you for taking care of your insiders this year." ”

He said this lightly, without the slightest resentment, but with a bit of provocation.

"Let her go, she's not the one you're looking for." Danmu frowned, looking at Zhao Yiheng's gaze quite unkindly, he didn't know that Mu Mingshu had remembered the past, and Zhao Yiheng was still detaining her.

His words made Zhao Yiheng laugh: "She is the daughter-in-law who married me in a beautiful manner, how could she not be the person I am looking for." ”

Just now he was talking casually, but this time he called himself me, obviously unhappy, Tete put on the posture of the king of the capital to press Danmu.

Danmu's hands were clenched into fists, and the corner of his eyes glanced at the people who were ambushed around him, and his heart tightened, he was afraid that this was the game set up by Zhao Yiheng for him.

This is the bureau set up by Zhao Yiheng for him, only two of the twelve disguised Xiliang people went back alive that day, and the news brought back was enough to deter Danmu.

He is a thoughtful person, and now Zhao Yiheng has found the border for Mu Mingshu, it is a good time for him to win back a game, he thought that he was careful enough, but he didn't expect that every step he took was led by Zhao Yiheng to step in.

Zhao Yiheng snorted and chuckled: "It's okay to make a break today, lest you still have those dirty thoughts in your heart." ”

His eyebrows moved, he took the sword handed over by Mozhu, stepped on the rain and walked towards Danmu: "I won't kill you, I will always keep your life, see how Xiliang will rule me in the future." ”

Danmu sneered: "Zhao Yiheng, your heart is inevitably too big." His hand reached for the big knife at his waist, and his eyes showed a fierce light: "This king will not show mercy to your subordinates, you can go underground and watch how this king takes everything from you." ”

"You try"

Zhao Yiheng hooked his lips and smiled, pulled out his sword and pointed at Danmu, and smiled more and more improperly: "I think you have no ability." ”