After Ling Zhi left, Mu Qiannian took the weak water to the second floor and entered Mu Xingyu's study.

"Although I can't see with my eyes, my heart is very clear, let's not provoke that cold magic doctor. Although Weak Shui couldn't see the complicated expressions on Mu Qiannian and Ling Zhi's faces, she could also hear that this cold demon doctor was not a difficult person to get along with.

"Don't worry, my brother went to find a cold demon doctor three years ago, and it may not be as terrible as rumored. As long as I can heal your eyes, I can give him whatever he wants. ”

Mu Qiannian flipped through the file on the desk, trying to find out more information related to the Cold Demon Doctor, while comforting the weak waterway.

Seeing that Mu Qiannian had made up his mind, Weak Shui didn't want to say anything more, so he sat silently on the side, listening to the sound of Mu Qiannian flipping through the file in the quiet study.

"I found it, back then, the condition proposed by the cold demon doctor was a fire bead. After a long time, Mu Qiannian's voice sounded again.

Away from the fire beads?!

The three words "Leaving the Fire Bead" evoked the memories of weak water, three years ago, Mu Xingyu deceived her feelings in order to save his fiancée, and it was she who willingly took the Away Fire Bead for him.

"Is there any special use for this bead?"

The past with Mu Xingyu has been put down, at this time, she is not so much curious about Mu Xingyu using the fire bead to save his fiancée, but she is more curious about what is so special about this fire bead.

There is a pair of fire beads in the country of Tianji, and I don't know where they came from, and I can't see anything peculiar. Perhaps because of the unknown origin, or because of the rarity and preciousness of the objects, they were collected as rare treasures in the palace of the Tianji Kingdom.

Wanbao Pavilion is famous for collecting strange treasures in the world, and Weak Water thinks that maybe Mu Qiannian, who grew up in Wanbao Pavilion, knows the secret of the fire bead.

"I don't know what's so strange about the fire beads, there's no record here. But the Cold Magic Doctor should know, and he should take it very seriously. Mu Qiannian finished reading the relevant files, but still couldn't answer the question of weak water about leaving the fire bead.

"Three years ago, Mu Xingyu used a fire bead to let the cold magic doctor heal what kind of disease?" Weak water asked lightly, she was not curious about what disease Mu Xingyu's fiancée cured, but curious about why the cold magic doctor, who sounded very strange, was so interested in the blue eyes of the fire bead.

"I don't know much about Miss Lu's chronic disease, but I know that she was born, and I have seen all the famous doctors, and they all say that she will not live to be eighteen years old. The Mulu family has always been on good terms, and the elder brother and Miss Lu are said to be the marriage set by their fathers. ”

"Although my brother and Miss Lu are married, they have always been single in Miss Lu's newly purchased house. Perhaps, what my brother said to you that day is true, he ......"

That night, the weak water had nothing to do and told Mu Qiannian everything that happened to her and Mu Xingyu, and Mu Qiannian seemed to understand why over the years, as long as the elder brother was in Tianze City, he would live in Wanbao Pavilion instead of the house where Miss Lu lived.

Also, that piece of jade pendant...... It is indeed a cherished thing that his brother has always carried with him.

His brother, in order to obtain the fire bead deceived the use of weak water is true, but later, his belated love for her, guilt and can't forget, let go is not also true.

Therefore, in front of the weak water, Mu Qiannian used the word Miss Lu, not her sister-in-law.

Although he talked about his brother with weak water, Mu Qiannian still had an indescribable jealousy in his heart. But facts are facts, and if this fact can make Weak Water feel a little relieved of the pain he has suffered before, the discomfort in his heart when he talks about it himself is not worth mentioning at all.

"Don't talk about them, I don't care anymore, and you don't care. Rong Yunshu is dead, and the weak water loves only you. Weak Water sensed Mu Qiannian's emotions and interrupted him.

People who have lost their vision tend to be more sensitive to their other senses, and the weak water that the eyes can't see is particularly sensitive to Mu Qiannian's mood swings.

Weak Shui Yan got up, groped his way to Mu Qiannian's back, leaned on the back of his seat, leaned over and wrapped his hands around Mu Qiannian's shoulders.

Mu Qiannian took the opportunity to pull the hand of the weak water and took her whole person into her arms. In the darkness, the weak water suddenly fell into the familiar and warm arms, and instinctively reached out and hooked the other party's neck.

The faint fragrance of dreams and flowers on the weak water made Mu Qiannian feel at ease, he gently pressed against her forehead, and his voice was so warm that it could melt the winter ice and snow, "Mu Qiannian only loves you, no matter what your identity is, whether it is a peerless princess, Rong Yunshu, or weak water, as long as it is you." ”

Mu Qiannian and Weak Water pressed against each other's foreheads, and each other's breath brushed on each other's faces, overlapping into a dark shadow under the lamp. There was no brazier in the study, and the temperature of the two people's noses rose in the cold room.

The window of the study was slightly open, and the cold wind sent in from the window was accompanied by a few wisps of cold plum fragrance, and neither of the two people in the study felt cold, only the warmth of the embrace and the two hearts beating violently at the same frequency.

The warmth of proximity made them want more from each other, searching for each other's lips in the exhaled white mist, tangling and exchanging equally hot breaths, and then gradually deepening.

The lips are parted, the weak water is slightly tilted on the head, the fine sweat oozing from the nose, and the broken hair on the sideburns is slightly wet and sticks to the forehead. With her eyes closed, her face was flushed with a beautiful pink, and her delicate lips were slightly pursed like a peach blossom in March, trying to calm her breathing.

The person in front of him was so charming and delicate, and the thirst in Mu Qiannian's heart continued to rise. Lowering his head, he saw that the red marks on the weak water and white neck had not disappeared, and the crimson ones were like the hottest flames, burning and crashing into Mu Qiannian's heart.

The weak water couldn't see Mu Qiannian's eyes that were as deep as the sea of stars at this time, and huge waves were surging, as if they could swallow everything at any time. All she could hear was the oppressive panting blown away by the cold wind blowing in through the unclosed windows, and drifting away in the spacious and quiet study.

Mu Qiannian buried his head in the neck of the weak water, licked the crimson that was as bright as a flame, picked up the weak water, and left the study on the second floor in a moment, and returned to his own bedroom on the third floor.

In Mu Xingyu's study on the second floor, only a passing wind was left, and the fragrance of plum blowing in from the window was left in this passing wind, and the fragrance of plum was mixed with the fragrance of dreams and flowers that had not yet dispersed.

The two figures who left in a hurry merged into a dark shadow, and they didn't even have time to close the door.

In Mu Xingyu's study, on the bookcase, there was a file about the cold magic doctor, which had not yet been closed, and was thrown there at random, and the illiterate cold wind gently flipped through it. At this time, the main owner of the study, who was already far away, must not have imagined that although Leng Feng was illiterate in his study, he was seriously looking through his files.

Three days later.

At the intersection not far in front of the gate of the Ten Thousand Treasure Pavilion, the cold wind carried this small snowflake into the spacious and warm carriage. Wearing a thick purple-gold cloak, Weak Water reclined in a carriage with thick fur mattresses.

Mu Qiannian carefully tucked the cloak on his body for the weak water, and then lowered the heavy windshield curtain. insisted on seeing Uncle Zhou return to Wanbao Pavilion before he was willing to set off.

"Second Young Master, it's a long way to go to Iceember Mountain, so I really don't have ......" Uncle Zhou's eyes were full of worry and reluctance when he looked at Mu Qiannian.

"Uncle Zhou, I have made up my mind, you can rest assured to go back, the weak water kung fu is good, we won't have an accident, if we don't go for a while, the snow will be heavy again." Mu Qiannian knew that Uncle Zhou was worried, so he hurriedly intercepted his next words.

Uncle Zhou was not worried that he would go to the Ember Mountain alone with the weak water, but if he brought a group of family guards, he was afraid that the weak water would not be used to it. For this reason, Mu Qiannian spent a lot of words to persuade Uncle Zhou in the past few days, and he didn't want Uncle Zhou to worry about this moment again.

Seeing that Mu Qiannian insisted on refusing to bring someone with him, Uncle Zhou knew that it was useless to say more, but instead delayed their departure, so he had to return to Wanbao Pavilion first under Mu Qiannian's gaze.

"Drive!" After Mu Qiannian saw Uncle Zhou's back walking in the direction of Wanbao Pavilion, he got into the carriage, sat on the chariot, flicked the reins, and drove away in the carriage.

Listening to the subtle sound of the wheels running over the snow, Uncle Zhou suddenly turned around and walked quickly back to the intersection where he had just said goodbye, quietly watching the two clear wheel prints on a pale ground continue to extend forward, and the shadow of the carriage became smaller little by little, and then turned the corner and completely disappeared into the wind and snow.

"Pavilion Elder?" A family member beside Uncle Zhou looked at Pavilion Lao's clothes stained with a lot of snow, and after waiting for a long time, he finally tried to call out to the person who was still looking ahead.

"May the second young master have a smooth trip, let's go back. Uncle Zhou finally retracted his gaze and returned to Wanbao Pavilion with several family members following.

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