Feng Rongxue looked at the thin figure on the bed, her eyes were full of tenderness, should she tell her? However, if she didn't tell her, she would have known sooner or later.

"What's the matter?" Mu Chujin asked eagerly, his face gradually hardened.

"The emperor was assassinated a month ago, and now he is still sick in bed, and the news in the palace is very tightly blocked, and the specific situation is not very clear." Rong Xue looked at the increasingly pale face and said cautiously.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Her pupils shrank suddenly, and Mu Chujin lowered her head and coughed violently, the tightness in her chest mixed with tearing pain, making her gasp violently.

"If Ah Di hadn't sent a shadow guard to save him, he wouldn't have been assassinated, and he wouldn't have been like this...... cough cough cough ...... cough ...... "The hand in the brocade quilt is clenched into a fist, if he is strong enough, Ah Di will not be forced to risk his life to save himself, if ......

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

"Chu Jin, don't be like this, don't blame yourself too much......" Rong Xue hugged her thin shoulders and looked depressed.

"Really? These things are all caused by me, but my brother is implicated because of this, and how can I, Mu Chujin, stay out of the matter with peace of mind? He tugged at the corners of his lips and smiled self-deprecatingly, his face became paler and paler, and his godless eyes were as pale as mist.

The gentle man took out a handkerchief from his sleeve holes, gently wiped the blood stains remaining on the corners of Mu Chujian's mouth, and said softly: "You were injured when the underground palace collapsed, and a lot of blood accumulated in your body, and now you should be fine if you cough it up, you don't have to think about other things, just rest assured." ”

The dark eyes stared at her, as if she was the only one between heaven and earth, and for him, one person was enough.

"No way!" A earnest tone.

The hand holding the silk handkerchief paused, and then the corners of her mouth hooked, Rong Xue leaned down and continued to sort out the silk quilt that was rubbed by Mu Chujian.

"I want to enter the palace to see my brother!" Mu Chujin stopped the hand that wanted to cover her with the quilt, and her eyes flashed with determination.

After pondering for a moment, Rong Xuefang spit out a word: "Okay." ”

The bright yellow curtain swept the eyes, and the breeze stirred the sachets hanging at the four corners of the bed curtain, wafting a faint orchid fragrance, as if letting you see the white orchid flower garden.

And in the light fragrance of orchids, the bright yellow gauze curtain slowly opened, revealing the motionless bright yellow figure lying on the bed, Mu Chujian's face was slightly pale, and the plain white fingertips slowly stroked the thin cheeks with sunken cheekbones, and the pain flashed under the eyes, and it was rich and could not be discharged.

"Brother......" Mu Chujin called softly.

The curly eyelashes trembled, Mu Yanjun opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was a stunning face, his eyebrows were like a crescent moon, his eyes were like stars, his cherries were a little bit, his mouth was not dotted but containing Dan, his eyebrows were not painted and he was horizontally green, his skin was wonderful, and his bones were weak and delicate.

"Sister?" With a hoarse voice, Mu Yanjun took a lot of effort to ask.

"Hmm." The dark eyes lit up, looking at the awakened brother, Mu Chujin's heart warmed.

"Your ...... cough cough cough cough ...... "Before he finished speaking, Mu Yanjun coughed violently, in fact, what he wanted to ask was: What is your face good for?"

Mu Chujin raised his hand and stroked the smooth skin of his sideburns, and explained: "Brother, I don't know where the scar on my face came from, but I can still feel the guilt in your heart, since everything has passed, don't mention it again." ”

Looking at the girl's gentle and full eyebrows, Mu Yanjun only felt a softness in his heart, "Sister, do you know that the assassination of Lu Dao eight years ago has something to do with her?" ”

The corners of his lips tugged slightly, Mu Chujin smiled faintly, bent down and put a soft pillow behind Mu Yanjun's back, and then said slowly: "The matter has passed, Sister Ah doesn't want to pursue it anymore, now, isn't Sister Okay?" No matter what grievances the Queen Mother and my mother have, it is the business of the previous life, what does it have to do with us? ”

"It's good that Sister can think like this......" Mu Yanjun gasped hard, and looked out of the window with his eyes blankly, where the peonies were blooming red, like a blooming life, with vigor and hope. May the Queen Mother repent...... Alas...... "A almost inaudible sigh, with a faint sorrow, went around the window like silk—

The woman in the dark green palace dress stood under the willow tree, and the slender eyes bloomed, and tears slowly flowed down the pale cheeks.

"Queen Mother, it's time to go back." The grandmother next to her reminded.

"Well, let's go." The woman turned and left.

Mu Chujin looked up at the window, her heart was relieved, she should have heard what she said just now, for the sake of her brother, she believed that Liu Baifeng would let go, and she Mu Chujin would too, because they both loved a relative deeply - Mu Yanjun.

Eight years ago, for the assassination of Mu Chujian, when she came back from the underground palace, she received a reply from Nangong Feiyu, the secret organization has found out that the leader of the Flying Eagle Organization is Liu Baifeng, the current Empress Dowager Mu Guo, a woman who combines the power of the world, Liu Baifeng framed and even assassinated herself, she Mu Chujin can not blame the past, because this is what she Mu Chujin owes Mu Yanjun, and now she has paid it back, if Liu Baifeng harms her Mu Chujin again, she will never forgive!

"Brother, who assassinated you? Do you know the truth? ”

"I don't know." Mu Yanjun shook his head, his brows ached, and the scene of being stabbed at that time appeared in his mind, and he bit the corner of his chapped lip before he said: "They are all masked, and they are a group of well-trained black-clothed killers, but I remember that there was a killer who pretended to be an ironclad guard and led me into the grove...... Cough...... Ahem, ahem, ahem......" Mu Yanjun grabbed the brocade quilt and coughed violently, his pale cheeks flushed. "Poof—"

A black trail of blood appeared on the ground of the gold bricks.

Mu Chujin hurriedly took out a handkerchief and wiped the black blood flowing from the corner of Mu Yanjun's mouth, "Brother! Brother ......"

"I'm fine, Sister ......" Holding down Mu Chujian's hand, Mu Yanjun smiled faintly, weak and pale.

"I'm not going to let you have any problems!" Rhinestone's eyes were firm, Mu Chujin grabbed the cold palm on the back of his hand with his backhand, bit his lip to hold back his sad emotions and said, "Do you remember what he looks like?" ”

"Yes."

"Okay, brother, you rest first, and I will ask the painter to come over and draw the murderer down, find out the mastermind behind the scenes for you, and protect our Mu family!"

"Hmm." Closing his eyes, Mu Yanjun lay down weakly, and shrunk into the quilt, like a helpless child.

He is only 16 years old this year, but he has to govern a huge country like an adult, to participate in the intrigue in the deep palace, Mu Chujin felt a slight pain in her heart, like a needle prick, she was an orphan since she was a child, and now she was reborn and finally got a younger brother, how could she watch him suffer, so no matter what, she would save him, even if she fought for her life.