Mu Xuefu walked to the window, and when she saw that she was not alarmed, her heart relaxed slightly. He took out a small bottle of blue and white entwined branches from his bosom, pressed the dead man's mouth and poured it in, and in a moment, the corpse decomposed little by little and turned into blood, and then penetrated into the carpet little by little, and there was no trace of it.

After all the corpses were destroyed, Mu Xuefu restored everything in the room to its original state, as if no one had ever entered.

After she left, a person came down from the beam, and he put down the mask, which turned out to be Jingrong.

It turned out that Jing Rong had guessed that Xiong Kuang's death was related to Jing Zong early on, so he also came to find the evidence that could point to Jing Zong, but he only found half of it when he heard someone coming, so he hid in the beam of the house.

He looked at everything he had just born, and he originally wanted to take away the evidence from the second person who came in, but as soon as he saw that the one who died was Jingzong's cronies, he changed his mind.

Since it was Jingzong's people who died, then this evidence falling into anyone's hands would undoubtedly be fatal to Jingzong. Since there will be people who do what he wants, why should he do it himself, it is better to watch the fire from the other side and watch them kill each other.

With a sweep of the corner of his eyes, Jing Rong picked up a wisp of hair on the ground, the smell of rose-scented sesame oil, a woman's, very familiar. A delicate face flashed through his mind, and there was a slight pain in his heart. I took a deep breath and shook off the shadow in my head, really, I could think of that heartless woman everywhere.

He rubbed his head, and his mind turned, Jingzong's cronies were already one of the best masters, but they were solved by this woman in three or two clicks, and seeing that woman's murderous methods were vicious and sophisticated, and even the destruction of corpses was done so neatly, it should be a killer. Could it be someone from the Netherworld? But the demon girl called the Dream Fairy had just killed Xiong Kuang, and it was impossible for her to steal the evidence of Jingzong's crime by beating herself in the mouth, so who sent this person?

Mu Xuefu looked at the severed break from the mirror, and was annoyed for a moment, so she slammed the wooden grate on the table. She has always loved every bit of her body to the extreme, how can she not be angry when someone cuts off such a big strand of head? Thinking about it, killing him with a knife is really cheap for him, and I really want to dismantle him at this moment.

"Master, I'm back, it's so cold outside, I'm about to freeze to death." Hong Shao opened the thick curtain and walked in from the outside, her face was red from the cold, and when she entered the house, she ran to the stove, kept rubbing her hands, with a festive smile on her face, and said happily: "The evidence of King Ning's corruption and bribery has been handed over to Zuo Xiang, Zuo Xiang saw that I braved the snow to send me to work, and rewarded me with twenty taels of silver." With a roll of her eyes, she looked at Mu Xuefu so shyly, "Master, my feet are frozen, do you want to reward me with some comfort?" ”

Hong Shao understood, hurriedly took away the hippie smile, came to Mu Xuefu's side, beat his back and pinched his shoulders, and said coquettishly: "It is Hong Shao's honor to do things for the master, Hong Shao is not greedy for money and not greedy for things, the main thing is that the master gives me a smile every day, and Hong Shao is the master who goes to the soup and fires for the master." ”

Mu Xuefu glanced at her with disgust, and helped her hand that was beating on the shoulder, "You will coax me, your mouth is so sweet, I am embarrassed if I don't reward you, master." She casually took five ornaments from the dresser, "This green snow hairpin is given to you, the magpie is a plum hairpin for Jin Lu, and this golden begonia chain is given to Zi Yao, I know she has coveted it for a long time." Then there is this coral bracelet for Qing Zhuo, and the silver silk double buckle bracelet for Bai Yi. That's not favoritism. ”

Hong Shao happily took it, and blessed his body with joy, "Hong Shao thanked the sisters for the master's reward!" ”

"Okay, okay, don't make that nonsense, don't hurry up." After Hongshao made such a fuss, Mu Xuefu's anger just now was also a lot smoother, she touched the strand of the break, and said to Bai Yi: "Find a way to hide this strand of hair and don't show it." "Last night, she was also careless, and she didn't pay attention to the section of her head being amputated, hoping that no one would show up in Xiong Mansion.

Bai Yijaw! The technique is extremely skillful to integrate the break into the bun, and it disappears in an instant. After the bun was ready, she said: "With this incriminating evidence, Prime Minister Zuo should impeach King Ning in the court today, right?" ”

Mu Xuefu shook her head, caught a glimpse of Bai Yi's doubts, and explained: "Everything is prosperous and must decline, and King Ning has risen with him, but he has not yet reached the state of prosperity. If you want to die alone without a place to be buried, and never turn over, only when he is most proud, give him a fierce punch and catch him off guard. Corruption perverts the law, and murdering the minister can certainly cure him, but he is the prince, can the emperor really want his life? A hundred-legged insect, dead but not stiff, if he can't die, he can make a comeback at any time. Since there is such a possibility, why bother to make a move now, wait for lurking, find the best time, and hit it with one hit, that is the most enjoyable! Besides, now that the emperor is supporting King Ning, with Zuo Xiang's scheming, when there is only this single evidence, how can he show up to please the emperor? He'll just save and wait for the opportunity. ”

Bai Yi said: "The master is smart, and even Zuo Xiang's mind is so thorough. ”

"It's not that I'm smart, it's just empathy, and I'll do the same." Mu Xuefu helped the red gold phoenix tail agate tassel on the sideburns, and the tassel tassel was inlaid with a pearl the size of a thumb and finger, round and shiny, but it was cold to the touch. Her eyes flashed, and she mentioned casually, "When will the prince arrive at the palace of King Chen?" ”

Today is Emperor Xuanwu's longevity festival, and all royal officials have to bring their families to attend, and early, Zhou Chengcheng sent a message that Jingrong would come here to pick her up into the palace. Although she was reluctant to celebrate the birthday of that enemy, she had to participate in such an occasion.

It's just that the thought of having to face Jingrong for a while, her heart is inevitably a little complicated.

She thought that as long as she didn't think about it, didn't see it, didn't touch it, her feelings would slowly fade over time, and she thought so. But in fact, there was a voice in the depths of her heart that kept shouting, but she stubbornly closed her heart so that her ears couldn't hear it.

Bai Yi put a string of gem-inlaid butterfly double flower eyebrow pendants on her forehead, fixed it, and then replied: "This time should be almost up, is the master wearing that Bixia Shu brocade satin fox fur or the newly made frost white cloud pattern beaded mink fur?" ”

When it was almost there, Mu Xuefu's heart thumped a few times, and she was full of energy, adjusting her breathing, "I'm wearing red clothes today, with a blue coat, isn't that really a flower?" It's still frosty white, not so dazzling. ”

Bai Yi groaned for a while, and said politely: "This blue color was specially made by the prince, and the master will wear it once, if you wear it today, the prince will be happy to see it." ”

Mu Xuefu looked at Bai Yi through the bronze mirror, and said in a deep voice: "When do I even have to ask others if they are happy?" ”

"Bai Yi said the wrong thing." Bai Yi couldn't look directly at his master's cold gaze and lowered his head.

Mu Xuefu turned her head sideways and pulled out the frost and white cloud pattern beaded mink fur from her hand, "People live for themselves, only ask themselves if they are happy, why care about others?" ”

After a short time, Zi Yao came in and passed the carriage of King Chen to wait outside, and Mu Xuefu reluctantly put down the snowball and put on his clothes and went out.

The weather is extremely cold, and when I lift the curtain, I feel a warm breath like spring. There is not only one scene in the car, but also the heart of tomorrow night. Mu Xuefu blessed Jing Rong detachedly before sitting down, and then bowed to her again tomorrow night. She smiled faintly, but her eyes never touched Jing Rong's face.

This kind of alienation has never been seen before, and even if it is the first time we met, it is not as strange as it is now.

Jing Rong glanced at her intentionally or unintentionally, but saw that she didn't even want to look at herself, her heart hurt like a twitch, and she only felt that she really wanted to bite her hard to relieve the hatred for her in her heart.

Jing Rong gritted his teeth, suddenly hugged Ming Wanxin, and said gently: "You have always been afraid of the cold, will this king feel much warmer when he holds you like this." ”

Tomorrow night thinks about Mingjing, knowing that the prince is just using her to anger the princess, who doesn't know what they gave birth to before, but they also know that the prince still has a princess in his heart. It's just that being held like this, she is really a little uncomfortable, her face can't help but flush, and she said shyly: "The prince doesn't have to worry, the concubine is not cold." Although she coveted the tenderness of the prince at this moment, she would not be so stupid as to really think that it was the prince's affection for her.

"It's okay, even if it's not cold, it's good for this king to hold you like this. Didn't you say last night that you like to be held by this king like this? In the future, this king will be like this, do you say it's good, heart. Jing Rong said meaty words while quietly observing Mu Xuefu's expression, hoping to see her a little jealous. But as if she hadn't heard, she only set her eyes on the charcoal burning stove, with an unchanged smile on the corner of her mouth, her expression was indifferent, without a trace of waves.

The more indifferent she was, the more Jingrong's heart hurt, and he really wanted to ask her why he was doing this to him and why he didn't care so much about him.

The pain in my heart twitched suddenly, as if endless pain gathered, blocking it tightly and breathlessly. During this time, he couldn't help thinking about her every day, and his footsteps would involuntarily go to the east courtyard, but whenever he arrived at the door, he could realize that she was not in the house at all. The palace without her made him feel cold, and the absence of her figure made him upset, but he couldn't pull his face to go to her and beg her to go back, he always wanted to teach her a lesson to let her know that he couldn't do without her.

But the truth is that it was he who tortured! He thought of her, thought of her, afraid that she would be cold, afraid that she would suffer, afraid that she would be cold. I'm afraid that she will be scared when she's hungry, afraid that she won't eat well and don't drink medicine on time, afraid that others will bully her, afraid that the people around her will not serve her well, afraid of ......

Every day, he was so frightened, he asked people to guard near Xinfu, for fear that someone would know that she lived there alone and bullied her.

Every day, he waited for her to come back with great anticipation, as long as she lowered her head and said that she was wrong, he could treat it as if it didn't exist, and still dot on her and love her as before.

He looked forward to it day by day, looking at it day by day, but she seemed to not remember him as a person, ignoring him, ignoring him, even if it was rumored outside that she was going to divorce her, she still didn't move, as if she didn't care even if she divorced her.

Looking at her now, her complexion is very good, and she seems to be fatter than in Chenwang's Mansion.

It turned out that without herself, she was still doing well, even better than before.

He was annoyed, annoyed with her, but even more annoyed with himself, annoyed that he was not angry, she put herself down, why couldn't he just let her go? Such a woman who doesn't feel any sadness for him, what else does he want her to do? Is it because she thinks she has a long life, and wants her to come to herself?

The hand on Ming Bangxin's shoulder tightened tightly, causing Ming Bang's heart to ache, and he sighed, only then did he realize that he had vented the anger in his heart on her. A trace of guilt rose in his heart, and he quickly let go of her and asked sincerely, "Did this king hurt you?" ”

These words were nothing, but the speaker had no intention of listening to them, but when they reached Mu Xuefu's ears, they changed their taste. Just now I said that I slept with Ming Bang in my arms last night, and now I ask if it hurts her, doesn't this show affection in front of her?

Do you want to show off their affection, mandarin ducks and ducks, and laugh at her for staying alone in the empty room and facing the cold window?

Mu Xuefu calmly adjusted her breathing, tried her best to restrain the expression of displeasure and anger on her face, and made a state that she didn't care about herself.

Isn't it what she has always hoped for when he spoils others? This will be as she wishes, so what's so angry?

Looking at the gorgeous patterns that appeared on the curtain of the carriage due to the movement of the carriage, he asked himself, "Mu Xuefu, what is so awkward in your heart?" ”

It snowed all night last night, and although it has stopped now, the road is still slippery. The wheels skidped, the carriage shook, Mu Xuefu was absent-minded, and before she had time to react, she hit her head directly on the pillar of the eaves.

When the carriage swayed, Jing Rong was sensitive, and he was about to catch Mu Xuefu, but he stopped because Ming Wanxin hugged him all of a sudden. He looked at Mu Xuefu rubbing his forehead distressedly, wanting to appease but didn't open his mouth because of his self-esteem all along, and instead said to Ming: "Don't be afraid, with this king, this king will protect you." ”

There was a moment of condensation, like a sharp needle piercing it hard, pulling it out, and piercing it again. Mu Xuefu rubbed her forehead casually, her heart was cold for a minute, and then it was cold all over her body little by little, and she didn't even know how she got out of the car. I just feel that walking on the snow seems to be stepping on heavy cotton, and I can't lift up a little strength.

The walking dead followed Jing Rong like a corpse, even if the cold wind blew on her face, she didn't feel it, she just walked numbly.

It was as if a glass bottle had fallen from the sky, shattered into glass slag, and plunged into her heart. But no matter how much pain she felt in her heart, Mu Xuefu always maintained a gentle smile on her face, as if everything seemed very indifferent to her. She smiled when she saw her husband hugging other women, she still smiled when she saw that her position was occupied by others, and she still smiled when she saw that there were warblers and warblers around Jingrong. The smile was serene, graceful, soft, and graceful, as if all the obscure eyes at the palace banquet had nothing to do with her.