"Father-in-law...... Lord ......" a faint voice, and the person in his arms coughed lightly.

Hearing the movement, Mu Chujin was overjoyed, restrained his excitement, and said softly: "Xiaolan, you hold on, we will be home soon, I will find you the best doctor to treat you, you have to hold on!" After speaking, Mu Chujin condensed another force and flew forward.

"Ahem...... Princess, you ...... Fast...... Hurry up and let Xiaolan down...... I have something to say...... Say...... cough ......" said the man in his arms angrily, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

Mu Chujin was startled, his face was slightly cold, and he wiped it with his hand, only to realize that it was crimson blood, and when he looked down and saw Xiaolan's white and bloodless face, Mu Chujin hurriedly stopped and gently leaned Xiaolan's body against the wall.

Clenching his thin little hand, Mu Chujin wiped the tears on his cheeks and whispered, "Xiaolan, what do you want to say, just tell my sister?" ”

Opening her godless eyes, Xiaolan looked at Mu Chujian, grinned at the corners of her blood-stained lips, and smiled palely, "Sister...... Seeing the pair of silver hairpins reminded Xiaolan of her late sister...... She used to hurt me a lot...... There was a famine in the family that year...... There is not a single rice in the rice bowl...... I was ignorant at that time...... Noisy all day long to eat...... Sister went to the dock to help people carry sacks...... Dozens of pounds of sacks...... How could she, a thin woman, carry it...... cough cough cough ......" said this, Xiao Lan began to cry, tears sliding down the corners of her eyes one by one.

"Xiaolan, my sister knows what to say, don't say it......"

"Until one day she went to the granary...... The sacks are stacked too high...... She couldn't reach ...... was stoned alive by the falling sack...... Ah............h She is one and I am the other...... On behalf of the sisters...... But it's ...... cough cough cough ...... ...... vomit" Crimson blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, slowly staining the goose-yellow placket red.

"Xiaolan! Xiaolan ......" Looking at the slowly closed eyes, Mu Chujian's heart was tearing like pain, as if someone had cut a gap, and kept pouring cold wind into it.

"Xie Lu Xie...... The princess ......" with a light smile on the corner of her lips, Xiaolan closed her eyes tightly, but she was still holding a small and delicate sugar man tightly in the palm of her right hand.

"Xiaolan—"

Mu Chujin hugged his cold body tightly, raised his head, and let the tears burst the embankment.

Listening to the rain pavilion, filled with a faint fragrance of camellias, outside the window, snow-white camellia flowers are slowly blooming, and under the bright light, swaying the soft waist.

The woman with a sallow face, her lips were pale, the woman raised her finger and put it on her face, and she tore off a piece of human skin mask, revealing a coquettish face, her slender eyes stared at the man in white in front of her, her eyelashes trembled, and she immediately knelt on the ground.

"Forgive your sins!"

The hand in front of his abdomen tightened, and the man in white turned around suddenly, his sword eyebrows condensed, and a layer of frost seemed to hang on his face, "Zhou Yudie, who allowed you to do this?" A cold question, with a hint of repression before anger came.

"Please spare your life!" Feeling the cold air around the man, the woman kneeling on the ground took a step back in horror, and her knees rubbed blood on the cold ground. "That's what Madame meant!"

Seeing the man's raised eyebrows, Zhou Yudie hurriedly took out a piece of paper from his sleeve hole and carefully handed it to Feng Rongxue.

Heitan's eyes froze, took it, unfolded the paper and looked at it, the pen and ink on the snow-white paper rendered a channel of crimson flowers, shallow or light branches criss-crossed, and there was a line of words next to the thick ink flower branches: There is a lesbian car, Yan Ru Shunhua; There are female peers, Yan Rushunying; What can this woman do? A circle was added after the question mark, and inside was a cross drawn with a black pen, and I saw that the end of the two vertical lines was sharp, like two sharp swords, staggered and reflected, revealing a faint murderous aura.

The white paper in his hand clenched unconsciously, how could he not understand what she meant? Shunhua and Shunying refer to hibiscus flowers, which originate from the Book of Songs‧Zheng Feng, and the meaning of the queen mother is obvious.

"My lord, my wife let my subordinates pass the word, now Mu is worried about domestic and foreign troubles, some henchmen in the DPRK and China are eyeing each other, Mu Yanjun is sick in bed, it is a good time for us!" Zhou Yudie persuaded him.

Looking at the painting in his hand, Feng Rongxue was distracted for a while, he didn't know the current situation, but once some things are done, they can no longer be recovered, can it be slowed down? Let the time stop at this time and enjoy the beauty of the moment. Thinking of this, Feng Rongxue smiled self-deprecatingly, he didn't expect that one day he would also think of escaping, which used to be his most despisable practice.

Putting the painting into the sleeve holes, he returned to his usual cold expression, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle, his temperament was noble, and his "go down to ......" tone was faint, with a hostile atmosphere that no one could resist.

"My lord! Do you understand what Madame means? Zhou Yudie quickly said what she thought in her heart, Madame wanted to kill Mu Chujian, this is a nail in the coffin, once Madame gave an order, the lord never disappointed Madame.

"Go down!" Drink hard, without a trace of emotion.

"My lord! Mu Chujin wants to save Mu Yanjun, she is in our way, and she must be killed......" Before Zhou Yudie could finish speaking, she saw Feng Rongxue's sleeve robe flicked, bringing up a palm wind, and swept Zhou Yudie out of the door.

"Don't take it as an example!"

There was a cold drink from inside the house, a faint tone, but with a hint of coldness, spitting out a mouthful of dirty blood, Zhou Yudie staggered up from the ground, his face pale.

The authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear. Lord, are you getting deeper and deeper? If he didn't obey his wife's orders, he should know what would happen.

A touch of sadness flashed in her slender eyes, and Zhou Yudie left tremblingly.

The sky was dark and drizzling.

At sunset, it rained a lot of rain in the sky.

"Xiaolan, I will definitely find out the murderer and help you take revenge!" The thin figure knelt down slowly, and his bright eyes were ruthless. The man in white holding the umbrella behind him was shocked.

The mahogany lacquered coffin, under the drizzle, became more and more translucent. Mu Chujin looked at it, gradually losing her mind, she felt as if something blurred her eyes, making her unable to see the surrounding scenery clearly.

For Xiaolan, she was guilty, at that time, she was so suspicious of her, when Xiaolan looked at the pair of silver hairpins in a daze, she thought she was guilty of letting the silver hairpin put her in prison, it turned out that she was wrong, but she kept saying that she took Xiaolan as a sister, but she didn't trust her after the worst, and how could she Mu Chujin be worthy of the sword that Xiaolan blocked for her?

It should be her who is lying in the coffin, not Xiaolan!