Mu Ziyun was stunned for a moment before she realized the meaning of Wang Yanyun's words.

"I believe in you. If you really want to harm me, you don't have to save me three times or twice. ”

Wang Yanwei breathed a sigh of relief and showed a happy smile, that's fine: "Actually, even if you don't doubt me, I won't say anything, after all, it's not an ordinary place, and it's really a little bad for me to appear." ”

"The eldest prince laughed, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid I'd be dead. Although your injuries are a bit serious, fortunately they are not fatal, and you should be fine with a good rest. Mu Ziyun thought for a while, and took out a bottle of pills from her arms: "These pills will be left for you first, if you feel uncomfortable, take one to relieve your situation." ”

"Thank you." Wang Yanwei smiled and nodded, reaching out to take the bottle.

"You rest first, I'll write the prescription, and then arrange someone to decoct the medicine."

"Well, Wuxin, if you are free, help me go and see Qishao, I have known him once, and now I can't bear to see him like this."

"Don't worry, even if it wasn't for you, I promised Song Yun that I wouldn't let him die like this." Mu Ziyun said, thinking of the scene in the bamboo forest, turned around and walked outside, wrote the prescription and handed it to the subordinates of Zhang's mansion, went out of the house, raised his eyes and saw the handsome figure standing in the courtyard.

Under the warm sunset, the man's figure looked unusually tall and cold, her heart moved, she pounced, and hugged him from behind: "Ji Yuanye." ”

Ji Yuanye's eyes flashed, grabbed her hand, and said softly, "What's wrong?" ”

"I'm tired."

Ji Yuanye turned around and held her in his arms, "Then go to sleep, this king is holding you, and this king promises that he will never let you fall." Ji Yuanye said, stopping her waist and picking her up.

Mu Ziyun exclaimed, but did not ask to get down from his arms as usual, perhaps after seeing the life and death of Zhang Zejing and Song Yun, she was even more greedy for the warmth of the person beside her, so that she could ignore the attention of passers-by, she nested the whole person in his arms, feeling the intimate warmth he gave her.

Inside the house, Wang Yanwei stood in front of the window, saw a scene in the courtyard, his eyes were a little dark, and after a long time, he smashed on the wall in a circle, affecting the wound on his chest, he frowned, and turned to leave.

Mu Ziyun thought that Zhang Zejing would be in a state of collapse from now on, just like he once did not cooperate with the treatment, just waiting for death, however, to her surprise, three days later, Zhang Zejing came out of the house, he held Song Yun's body, buried him in his small courtyard, and set up a tombstone there: The tomb of my wife Song Yun!

On the same day, in the surprised eyes of everyone in the Zhang family, Zhang Zejing also announced another thing.

He wants to get married.

Zhang Zejing's deep affection for Song Yun was seen by everyone in the Zhang family, so when this decision came out, everyone in the Zhang family couldn't understand why he was in a hurry to get married three days after Song Yun left.

But Mu Ziyun knew that because Song Yun had said that she would be his daughter in the next life!

So a hurried family affair was held three days later, no one expected that the famous seven young men of the Zhang family in Youyun City would become relatives in such a hurry, and many people in the outside world speculated that the seven young people were going to die, and the Zhang family married him at this time, but they were just happy.

Mu Ziyun always remembered that day, Youyun City was full of lights, however, she didn't feel any joy, maybe because Zhang Zejing was about to get married, and the bride was not Song Yun in the end......