Mu Mingshu asked Yang Qinghe to go back halfway, and when Wen Xia stood under the porch and saw this, he was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to help Mu Mingshu.

Yang Qinghe's face was also very bad, and he helped Mu Mingshu in with Xia, and waited for her to freshen up with Xia, and then asked her softly what happened.

Mu Mingshu's throat was broken, he couldn't speak, his apricot eyes were full of mist, and he pursed his lips and only shook his head.

Yang Jin stood outside the door with his hands in his hands, looking at the blue sky, frowning tightly, and seeing Yang Qinghe coming out of the house in a hurry, he asked softly: "How is it?" Are there any injuries? ”

"Except for the neck and the same hand, it's not a big deal, just frightened." Yang Qinghe shook his head, and then stomped his feet viciously and scolded: "If you want me to know which turtle king did it, see if I don't copy the eighteenth generation of his ancestors." ”

Yang Jin coughed lightly, took out a thin porcelain bottle from his arms and handed it to Yang Qinghe: "This is ice muscle cream, it will only be good if it is applied to the wound for two days." ”

Ice muscle cream is very precious, but it is not a precious thing at all for a pampered county lord like Yang Qinghe, so he accepted it and sent it to Mu Mingshu, and when he came out again, Yang Jin was still standing under the corridor and looking at the sky.

"Fourth brother, why don't you leave?"

Yang Jin turned around and saw Yang Qinghe looking at him with a puzzled expression, he couldn't help but blush, and wanted to ask Mu Mingshu how the situation was, but he still didn't say it, so he said in a joke: "I want to talk to you, the person who was in the forest just now, I took a look, it looked like King Chen's ......"

Yang Qinghe's face changed, and when he thought of the old feud between Mu Mingshu and Zhao Yiyi, he also understood, and there was a little anger in his voice at the moment: "He is capable, my mother is still in the temple, he is really brave." With that, he re-entered the house.

After a while, Mu Mingshu's bags were packed, and he got into the carriage and went home.

Yang Qinghe felt that if he hadn't invited Mu Mingshu to Hongfa Temple, he wouldn't have done such a thing, and he felt guilty, so he said to Tongyu and the eldest princess and left with Mu Mingshu first.

The two of them were in the same carriage, and as soon as Yang Qinghe looked up, he saw the obvious marks on Mu Mingshu's neck, and snorted coldly: "Don't worry, this matter won't be like this." ”

Mu Mingshu's mood has eased a lot, but his throat still hurts badly, and he can't say a word, so he only lip-syncs to her: "You don't care." ”

She has suffered such a big loss today, how could she let Zhao Yiyi go easily, not to mention that she will not let go of Zhao Yiyi, even Zhao Yiyi will not let her go.

Mu Mingshu clenched his fists fiercely, thinking: Sure enough, he was too kind to him.

Because the neck injury was very obvious, Mu Mingshu avoided worrying his family, so he had to ask Yang Qinghe to cover up, avoiding others and returning to Shaohuayuan directly.

Before entering the courtyard, Wen Chun was startled when he saw the obvious scar on Mu Mingshu's neck, and before he could speak, he called Wen Xia to glare back.

Yang Qinghe sat down for a while and left, and before leaving, he looked at the same question Xia Dao: "If there is any matter, just ask someone to go to the princess's mansion to find me." ”

Wenchun put hot water and waited for Mu Mingshu to take a bath, and scolded and scolded non-stop: "It's really useless, going with the girl is still called hurting like this." Then he glared at Xia and asked, "You can't have a snack." ”

Wen Xia lowered his head to sort out the clothes that Mu Mingshu had just untied, and ignored Wen Chun, and only said, "Girl, these clothes slaves and maids have been taken and burned." ”

Mu Mingshu's whole body was soaked in hot water, his whole body relaxed, and he answered in a low voice with his eyes closed, his voice was hoarse and ugly, like an old woman in her seventies and eighties.

Hearing that Wen Chun was very uncomfortable, he glared at Xia fiercely, turned around and asked Mu Mingshu: "Girl, call the young master to come back and take a look with you, how can the girl's throat be ruined." ”

Mu Mingshu raised his eyes, his eyes were cold, his slender eyelashes were still filled with moisture, and he didn't make a sound, but only said with his mouth: "Don't do too much." ”

Wen Chun pursed his lips, looking aggrieved, but he didn't dare to say anything more.

Asked Xia to go and return, and whispered through the curtain: "Girl, Aunt Yun is here." ”

Then I heard the sound of water and the sound of clothes rustling.

Yun Gu drank tea in the flower hall Mu Mingshu was late, and on such a hot day, she still wore a high-necked dress, which made Yun Gu look at it strangely.

"What is the matter with Aunt Yun looking for me this time?" Mu Mingshu had just taken two spoonfuls of throat lozenge, and although his voice was still hoarse and ugly, he could barely speak.

Yun Gu still looked at Mu Mingshu curiously, but she couldn't hold back and asked, "What's the matter with your voice?" ”

Mu Mingshu picked up the sweet white porcelain tea bowl, took two sips and asked Xia Tete about the throat tea prepared for her, and said lightly: "It's okay, I'm a little cold, and my throat is uncomfortable." ”

Then he asked again: "Is there something wrong with Aunt Yun coming over suddenly?" ”

Yun Gu remembered that she didn't bother with what was going on in Mu Mingshu's throat, so she said: "The Mongolian restlessness in the northwest has already made a move against the border city in the northwest of the capital, and the five-hundred-mile urgent battle report has just been sent into the city, and Master Mu has already entered the palace." ”

Mu Mingshu frowned, put down the tea bowl gently, and thought about it carefully, such a big thing as the turmoil in the northwest had never been heard of in the previous life, or was it because of rebirth, the trajectory of this life was different from the previous life.

Mu Mingshu sat up straight and asked, "But it's going to be a war?" ”

Yun Gulai also told her about this, and did not hide her conjecture and said: "Although the emperor is not young, he is not temperamental, and I am afraid that a war with Mongolia this time is inevitable." After a pause, he continued: "Master Mu is only afraid that he will go to the battlefield. ”

Mu Mingshu was stunned, and unconsciously knocked over the sweet white porcelain tea bowl at hand, the tea splashed, and the tea bowl fell on the bluestone floor tiles and rolled twice before stopping: "No." ”

She abruptly stood up from the rosewood carved official hat chair, and spoke again in a bit of a panic: "No, my uncle can't go to the northwest." ”

"Whether he goes or not is not something we can say." Yun Gu reminded her in a faint tone.

The whole capital is the world of the Zhao family, Emperor Jiawen sits firmly in a high position, only he has a word, he has to follow, and he has to obey if he doesn't.

Mu Mingshu panicked in her heart, she thought that she could protect the entire Mu family behind her by acting carefully, but there were some things that she could not control at all, although she had a smart mind, but she did not have supreme rights, so there would still be many people who pressed her and the Mu family with their identities.

It's like being in the green bamboo forest today, Zhao Yiyan dares to be so ruthless, but she is not afraid of killing herself, at best, she is just a county lord with a false title, and if she dies, she will die, although some people will sigh, but in the end, no one will remember this person after the limelight.

Speaking of which, but because she is insignificant, she can be kneaded by Zhao Yiyi.

Mu Mingshu paced back and forth in the house, and kept saying: "No, it can't be done, uncle can't go to the northwest like this, my aunt is now pregnant, and there is no male in the entire Mu family. ”

Yun Gu was dazzled by her like this, so she simply stood up and prepared to leave, but said to Mu Mingshu: "You don't want to drill the horns, such a major event in the world, but any bloody man will not flinch, and your anxiety will not succeed, it is better to pick a useful person and go to the battlefield with Master Mu to make contributions." ”

After saying that, Yun Gu didn't stop, and left directly, as far as she was concerned, those days of fighting on the battlefield were more enjoyable than the days of intrigue now.

Although Mu Mingshu couldn't accept it, she was not stupid in the end, she listened to Yun Gu's words, and immediately thought about it in her heart to see if there was anyone who could use it to follow Mu Li to the northwest.

But in the end, she is just a boudoir woman, even if there are people who can be used under her hands, she is just doing something in the inner house, if she really wants to throw it on the battlefield, she is afraid that someone will kill her with a knife.

I don't know if there are any available people in Mu Li's hands, think about it, Mu Mingshu couldn't help but sigh deeply, Mu Li has been weak since he was a child, and now although he is a general, he has never even been on the battlefield.

For so many years, I have only been in Kyoto, not seeking merit but living a life, and even if there are people available, there will definitely not be many.

The room was quiet, and Wen Chun and Xia stood with bated breath, only to hear Mu Mingshu pacing back and forth and making a rustling sound from his dress.

I don't know how long it took, Wen Chun finally couldn't help it, pouted and whispered to Xia Dao: "There are not enough people in our house, so we need to borrow a few from outside to make it." ”

Fang Xia, who was still glared at by Wen Chun, glared back at Wen Chun at this moment: "Do you know that the borrowed person can be loyal?" ”

The words of the two girls came into Mu Mingshu's ears intentionally or unintentionally, but somehow she suddenly thought of Zhao Yiheng, although she hated this disciple very much, but she had to admit that he was very capable, and he was still deeply hidden.

After thinking about it carefully in his heart, he beckoned Xia to come over, whispered a few words to her, asked Xia frowned and responded one by one, and then turned around and walked out of the Mu Mansion.

After calming down, Mu Mingshu felt that his entire neck hurt badly, and after thinking about it, he still asked Wenchun to ask for a doctor.

The old doctor touched his goatee and looked at Mu Mingshu's wound, didn't say anything, only prescribed two medicines, and left with some ointments on his back.

Mu Li didn't come back until the lights went out at night, and there was no news even from Zhao Yiheng.

Mu Mingshu couldn't get angry in a hurry, so he lay on the bed and waited until the time when he couldn't bear it.

When Zhao Yiheng entered through the window in the middle of the night, the gust of wind blew the ice-blue silk tent, and he could vaguely see the sleeping face of the person on the bed.

His footsteps moved slightly, his eyebrows and eyes smiled, and he lifted the silk tent before he glanced at it, and his face suddenly turned cold, and there was a cold aura all around him.