It is impossible for Ye Mushen to let Ye Mujing leave with Zhou Yinchen.

This guy has a long history, and his future is not very bright, and he is ...... He was also a heinous murderer.

Zhou Yinchen was very stubborn, and he would not give up if he didn't take Ye Mujing away.

When the two were arguing, Lu Qian hurried over again, looking flustered and blaming himself, "Boss, His Royal Highness Jing ...... He's dying! ”

If you look closely, you can still find blood stains on his green cloth shirt.

Ye Mushen's heart froze, and the strong sense of uneasiness made him breathless for a while.

Zhou Yinchen's eyes were dark, and he almost fainted.

Ye Mushen snatched the door and walked towards the back garden, while asking sharply, "What's the matter?" Didn't you take care of Brother Jing? ”

There was a distance between the study and the garden, and several people quickened their pace, and the breath they exhaled turned into white mist in the air, fleeting.

Lu Qian's voice trembled slightly from panic-

"I don't know...... His Royal Highness Jing and I had a good chat, but when I saw the boss come back with Tanhualang, I seemed to feel a little unhappy......

I followed him to the garden, listened to him complain a few words about the cold wave of the past few days, and accompanied him to enjoy the plum blossoms......

"Then he wanted to paint, so he asked me to bring him a brush on rice paper...... I didn't expect him to ...... when I came back Just ......"

Zhou Yinchen staggered behind Ye Mushen, his teeth chattering, and his hands kept trembling.

A year ago, Lu Qian repaired the back garden, but I don't know what to think, but the pattern was arranged according to the Taoist "yin and yang complementarity".

The compact and splendid garden pavilion stands symmetrically; Pine, cypress, and bamboo are dotted with rock scenes, which are quite interesting in the four seasons.

Wherever there is a rockscape, there must be a pool of water - the hard rock is yang, the soft flowing water is yin, and luck is born from this.

The road in the park is carefully paved with black and white pebbles, which is plain and elegant.

The natural landscape is not pleasing to the eye at the moment.

In front of the Raging Snow Pavilion, the plum branches hit the snow.

What is redder than Hanmei is the blood of Ye Mujing on the ground in front of Xuan.

The snow on the ground is not thick, and Ye Mujing is lying on the snow about a fist deep, surrounded by the chaotic footprints of Lu Qian.

Junya's blue robe was messily folded.

Ye Mujing's eyes were closed, his brows were furrowed, and his expression was full of pain.

He clutched his abdomen with one hand and curled his fingers feebly with the other.

On the side of the white hand is a dagger made of black jade.

The tip of the shiny black dagger was dripping with blood.

Ye Mushen knelt in front of him and probed his snort.

Thank goodness it's alive.

Zhou Yinchen has been boiled down in recent days, and when he saw this scene, he only felt that the world was spinning.

He opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound.

"Why are you still stunned? Go to the doctor! Ye Mushen roared at Lu Qian.

Lu Qian was about to leave, but Ye Mushen instructed again, "It's still the old rules, medical skills must be smart, and character must be reliable." ”

"Understood, let's go!" Lu Qian hurriedly ran away, and the last few words were hazy.

Ye Mu Shen picked up Ye Mu Jing and walked to his guest room.

Zhou Yinchen was stunned for a moment, leaned over and picked up the inky black dagger.

He ran his fingers across the blade, bright red and cold blood staining his fingertips.

The fingers trembled lightly and moved to his mouth, Zhou Yinchen stretched out the tip of his tongue in obsession and licked it with a little water.

Fishy sweet and sour.

Zhou Yinchen walked along the narrow stone bridge, crossed the flowing water, and came to the top of the Ranxue Xuan.

On the stone table in the center of the pavilion, a stack of rice paper was suppressed by the heavy paper, and the brushes and inkstones were scattered on it.

Zhou Yinchen closed his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were tiny and crystalline.

His thoughts were so confused that his chest seemed to explode.

But if you dig deeper, those hoarse howls, whimpering, wailing, and screaming in pain......

can't escape a sigh -

"Silly Ajing, ......"