In the early morning of the next day, not long after Ye Mushen fell asleep, he was awakened by the sound of an uproar of porcelain cups falling to the ground.

After the doctor left, Ye Mushen was busy serving Ye Mujing all night, tying him up as a mummy, feeding him medicine, and finally preventing him from hitting his head again.

Ye Mushen smiled softly, "Brother Jing, if you want to drink water, call me, and I'll help you untie the rope." ”

Ye Mujing's hands were tied behind Ye Mujing, in order not to let him touch anything dangerous.

Seriously, Ye Mushen still has lingering palpitations about the picture of Ye Mujing grabbing wood with his head.

In other words, he was treated as a mustard by the person he admired the most, humiliated in front of him, and was defiled one after another by the young master he respected since childhood......

I almost want to peel off my own skin, quench it into the fire, and burn myself to ashes.

But Ye Mujing just wanted to have a cup of tea.

He didn't wake up Ye Mushen because he didn't want to disturb him.

Ye Mushen worried about him all night, and Ye Mujing was naturally grateful.

"Hey, the fever has gone away a lot, and my face is normal." Ye Mushen said happily, "That doctor is quite reliable, and it is not in vain for my large honorarium." ”

"Yixuan, I want to go back to the Hou Mansion." Ye Mujing's voice was weak, as if he gritted his teeth the night before and forbeared, hurting his vocal cords.

Ye Mushen suspected that he had misheard, "Brother Jing, what did you say?" ”

Ye Mujing rarely called his words, because the title made people feel somewhat rusty,

"I want to go back to the Hou Mansion and return to Ling Shang." Ye Mujing's tone was very determined.

"Brother Jing, Ling Shang, that bastard, he ......" Ye Mushen mentioned that name, and instantly his ears were ringing and dizzy, his head was dizzy, and he couldn't speak.

"He has his grievances." Ye Mujing had a gentle smile on his face, "Yi Xuan, you don't have to worry about me, I won't do anything stupid." ”

"You're doing stupid things right now." Ye Mushen's voice also sank.

Ye Mushen is not ready, how to tell Ye Mujing, Ling Shang's true identity.

"Mu Shen ......" Ye Mujing sighed lightly, "There are some things you don't understand." ”

"I don't understand," Ye Mushen was indignant, "What is so good about Ling Shang that you should never forget like this?" He's ...... to you ...... all."

Ye Mushen pointed to the strangulation marks on Ye Mujing's hand, and couldn't say any more.

Ye Mujing raised his hands and looked at the red and purple strangulation marks on his wrists as if obsessed.

He muttered distractedly, "Mu Shen, I thought I was going to die last night...... But I can't do it......"

"Brother Jing, do you know, Ling Shanghe...... He's ......"

"He's Ayan." Ye Mujing took over and smiled weakly, "The first time I saw him, I knew it. ”

Now, it was Ye Mushen's turn to be stunned, "You already knew?" ”

Ye Mujing shook his head, as if he was stuck in a memory, "At that time, I just vaguely felt that he was similar to that person......"

"God-like?" Ye Mushen frowned—he really couldn't see where Ling Shang looked like that person.

"Those eyes—" Ye Mujing stretched out his hand, as if caressing the face of his beloved, "Those eyes are too similar to those of the concubine." ”

This is the second time that Ye Mushen has heard about his biological mother's eyes.

But he still had questions, "But Ayan's eyes at that time were not at all like now, how can you think ......?"

"You're the same now as you were then, aren't you?"

"But in the world, there are more people with similar eyes, so why should they ......?"

Ye Mujing shook his head lightly again, his voice was as soft as the most tender cashmere brushing the tip of his heart, "You haven't seen the concubine, that's why you said that." ”