Mu Ziyun turned around, slid to the side quickly, looked left and right, closed her eyes, and was about to jump off the roof directly, but her arm was suddenly caught, but in the blink of an eye, she fell to the ground.

Leng Ao grabbed Mu Ziyun's arm, his face was cold: "You are crazy!" ”

"You have to take care of it!" Mu Ziyun shook off Leng Ao's hand angrily, and with this move, she found that the arm that had been injured by him was not good at all, and a heart-piercing pain came, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

She held her arm, sensing his approach, and turned to leave, but he grabbed her arm.

Leng Ao's eyes sank, and with a force, she straightened her misaligned arm, only to hear a grunt, her body trembled, but there was no pit.

"What? I'm a scheming, vicious and ruthless person, why do you want to save me? The pain in her arm had not eased, Mu Ziyun's voice was a little weak, and the light smile on the corner of her mouth was thick with mockery.

Leng Ao's gaze froze for a moment, and the cruel picture just now flashed in his mind, and his face was a little ugly.

He said that the picture was cruel, and as a hidden guard, he had done something more cruel than that, but if he connected that picture with a ten-year-old girl, it made his heart tremble.

Looking at the girl's arrogant face, at that moment, a wave of anger surged in his heart, and he raised his hand to hit the girl.

At this moment, a small figure blocked in front of her: "You are not allowed to hit my sister!" ”

The boy's voice was loud and trembling, even the little body trembled slightly, but the eyes were firm and bright, and the arms were spread out, taking on the posture of a guard, protecting the girl who was half a head taller than him behind him.

Leng Ao suddenly remembered that an hour ago, if he hadn't arrived in time to scoop them out of the water, at this moment, they would have become two corpses.

On that day, the girl was domineering, and her clear and firm words sounded in her ears: "Don't be afraid of the depth of field, my sister told you that good people in this world are bullied, so let's not be good people, we must be wicked people, and fight evil with evil!" ”

Perhaps, she is right, people are good and are bullied!

Leng Ao's raised hand did not let go for a long time.

Mu Ziyun looked at the man with gloomy eyes, and didn't know what he was thinking, but for her, no matter what he thought, it had nothing to do with her, she clearly understood that he hated her!

But so what? She has decided to be a villain, and in the future, more people will hate her, and this is just the beginning!

Mu Ziyun looked at the small figure blocking in front of her, and a warm smile appeared in her eyes, no matter how much others hate her, as long as Depth of Field always trusts her and stays by her side!

Mu Ziyun snorted coldly, grabbed the hand of the depth of field, and turned to leave.

Leng Ao raised his feet and was about to follow, when a figure fell on his side: "Master......"

There was a low voice in the ears of the hidden guard, and Leng Ao looked at the people who gradually disappeared into the rain curtain, with an unpredictable expression.

In the spring of 628 years in the Southern Jin Dynasty, the Marquis of Zhongguo and his wife both died, the cause of death was bizarre, handed over to the Dali Temple for investigation, and the case was decided seven days later, because the housekeeper in the house was greedy, murderous, failed to donate and fled, and finally captured, Zhulian Nine Clans, his son Mu Jingshen inherited the title of Marquis at the age of eight, and a cadre of people withdrew from the Marquis of Zhongguo.

A few days later, the servants of the Hou Mansion were almost replaced, but the daughter of the Hou Mansion of Zhongguo was strangely ill, and when she was dying, the monk happened to pass by and took it away, so far there was no trace of it, and only Mu Jingshen was left in the line of the Hou Mansion of the Hou of Zhongguo!

Five years later......

In a building, a handsome young man stood by the window, his eyes fell on the letters, his eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and his body was trembling slightly because of excitement.

It's been five years, he's been waiting for five years, and his sister is finally coming back, and I haven't seen him for five years, I don't know what my sister has become?

Thinking of his sister five years ago, Mu Jingshen had a bright smile on his face, it must be extremely beautiful!

The letter is held in the hand, and the bottom of the eye, the waves flow.

"Childe, the time for the spring feast is coming!" Mu Gan looked at the excited person in front of him, and was in a trance for a while.

He was sent to Gongzi's side to take care of Gongzi when Gongzi inherited the title five years ago, however, in five years, he had never seen Gongzi show such an excited expression, let alone such a bright smile? In the past, even if the son had a smile on his face, it was all perfunctory, and it was the first time he had seen such a child.

Hearing Mu Gan's reminder, Mu Jingshen pressed down the excitement in his heart, turned around and stepped to the brazier, and threw the letter in.

Mu Gan watched the letter burn to ashes in the brazier, his eyes sank, he was a little curious about the source of the letter, turned his head, and his eyes fell on the cooing pigeon in front of the window, the snow-white carrier pigeon, only a handful of hairs on the top of the head were bright red and dazzling, like a burning flame.

"Let's go." Mu Jingshen tidied up his clothes, lifted his feet and walked out.

The spring banquet, held every two years, is held by the eldest princess, inviting young talents and unmarried boudoir ladies with the status and fame of the Jin Dynasty to participate, one to select talents for the Southern Jin Dynasty, and the other to create opportunities for the talented and beautiful women of the Southern Jin Dynasty.

In the past, Mu Jingshen shirked because he was still young, but this year he is thirteen, and the eldest palace maid next to the eldest princess personally sent a letter to the house, and he had no choice but to participate.

In addition, now that he has received the news that his sister is coming back, this spring banquet is definitely coming.

Mu Jingshen sat cross-legged at the low table, sipping tea, and recalled in his mind the words when his sister left.

"When he waits for me to return, it will be the time when the reputation of the Marquis of Zhongguo will be great!"

Five years ago, the court murdered his parents with the housekeeper's greed, and hastily learned about the murder of his parents, and anyone could see that there was fraud in it.

Mu Jingshen was so absorbed in thought for a moment that he didn't notice that a few eyes fell on him.

"Who is that boy? Born good and handsome, how come you have never seen it? Liu Yingdie secretly glanced at Mu Jingshen and lowered her head shyly.

Mu Yunyue followed Liu Yingdie's gaze, and saw an elegant young man sitting upright not far away, with clear eyebrows, and immediately sneered: "Die'er, I advise you to put your mind away, you don't know, that's an ominous person!" ”

"Ominous people? How? Liu Yingdie didn't believe it.

"No one else has seen him, but I have seen him, he is the demon who killed his mother and father five years ago!"

"You mean, he is the Marquis of Zhongguo Mu Jingshen?" Liu Yingdie's face turned pale in an instant, as if Mu Jingshen's name was terrifying.

"I'm not wrong, I don't believe Sister Yun Ya." Mu Yunyue glanced at the elegant woman sitting beside her.

"Yunyue, shut up." Mu Yunya scolded, raised her eyes and glanced at Mu Jingshen not far away, her eyes sank leisurely, and her eyebrows and eyes were full......

At this moment, at the gate of the city, a gorgeous carriage was slowly moving towards the city.

"Aunt-childe, will you go back to the house directly?"

"I heard that the biennial spring banquet is held in the eldest princess's mansion, how can such a lively scene be without your son-in-law?" The young man's clear and shallow voice came from the carriage, like a jewel on a plate, very pleasant, and the guards guarding the city looked around, but saw nothing but the magnificent chariot, and were disappointed for a while.

At this moment, the breeze swept up the curtain of the car, revealing a corner. The young man's skin is as white as the snow on the top of the mountain, and it is difficult for Qiluo to set off his heavenly appearance. Qinggui leaned back, smiled lazily, his eyes were cunning, like a black and white painting, and the colors were dyed in an instant, which was shocking.

The carriage flashed by, leaving the stunned defenders behind......