After Yan Xiu's wounds were bandaged for half an hour, the black-clothed man sent by Mu Xingyu finally interrupted the reunion of the master and apprentice.

Once Yan Xiu left Prajna's sight, all the tenderness in her body disappeared. But Mu Xingyu knew that no matter how much she hated herself, as long as Yan Xiu was in the non-hidden building, she would not dare to act rashly.

In the end, Praruo brought the good tea tips prepared by Mu Xingyu for Princess Wushuang, and was blindfolded by the black cloth again, and after the carriage went around the city, she was left in a small alley.

Of course, the tea that Mu Xingyu gave to Prarua is indeed non-toxic, and it was she herself who added Huagongsan to it when making tea for the princess.

After taking it, the power will temporarily dissipate, and then it will fall asleep for a full twelve hours. After waking up, it will take another two or three days for the strength to recover.

Fortunately, what Mu Xingyu asked her to do was only to make Mu Qiannian lose her affection for the princess and take the initiative to leave the princess. It did not threaten the safety of the princess.

Although he knew that the princess had affection for Mu Qiannian, Praruo still felt that he was not worthy of the princess's love. After all, he is Mu Xingyu's younger brother, this Mu Xingyu is not a good thing, and his younger brother is not necessarily much better.

If it weren't for Yan Xiu in Mu Xingyu's hands and letting her be controlled by others, she would have killed those two surnamed Mu to repay the suffering of the princess in the past three years.

After thinking about it, Praruo still decided to use Huagong to stun the princess first, and pretended to be a princess to make Mu Qiannian lose his affection.

She followed the princess for many years, although she was a dead soldier in the palace, she could only protect the princess in the dark. But for three years, she personally took care of the princess's daily life, and it was not difficult for her to imitate the princess's voice and movements.

What's more, once when serving the princess to bathe, she accidentally saw the cinnabar mole on the princess's chest. As long as she deliberately revealed the princess, a special symbol that no one else could know, coupled with her delicate mask and dim light.

Mu Qiannian was emotionally stimulated by words, and he would definitely not be suspicious.

Things went as smoothly as Praruo had expected, and the princess trusted her, and with the strong aroma of tea, she naturally did not expect that she would do anything in the tea.

And to deal with this unpleasant Mu Qiannian, she is even more adept. Originally, Mu Qiannian could have suffered the knife on her shoulder, but when she thought that Mu Xingyu had crushed Yan Xiu's shoulder bone that day, she did not hesitate to make up for it.

Yan Xiu suffered the crime at Mu Xingyu's hands, and she took it back from Mu Xingyu's younger brother, and the courtesy was still exchanged, which was not too much at all! Anyway, Mu Qiannian couldn't die if he was hurt by this, and he couldn't be crippled.

Of course, for insurance, she also specially put all the medicines found in the house into Mu Qiannian's baggage and threw them out to him.

The only thing that was not expected by Praruo was that Mu Qiannian seemed to have the idea of killing himself, and lay in the freezing snow for a long time.

If he didn't understand that he had been deceived, used, and ridiculed, shouldn't he be hated? Even if he had no power to fight back at that time, he would bury this hatred deep in his heart and leave first, and it would not be too late to take revenge.

At that time, she waited quietly behind the door, thinking that if Mu Qiannian didn't leave, after he passed out from the cold, she would have to ask her to pick up his dog's life by herself.

Fortunately, Mu Qiannian left by himself. Listening to him stepping on the snow and making a rustling sound as it faded away, Pranya in the house finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, it was not Mu Qiannian's life that relieved her, but Yan Xiu's life.

At the same time, Prajna also knew that the princess would not forgive her.

When the hour came, the weak water woke up slowly, and the fire in the charcoal basin beside the bed was blazing, and Prajna knelt down in front of the bed without saying a word.

At this time, the weak water didn't care about the kneering Panruo, she lifted the quilt and got up, put on the general robe that Hanruo had already put on for her, put on her boots and ran straight out of the door.

During the whole process, she didn't say a word, nor did she look at Praruo, as if the person who had been kneeling in front of the bed did not exist at all.

With the weak water open the door and leave. A cold wind blew in the originally warm room, and the biting cold no longer reminded Prajna that the princess had left.

But she couldn't do anything but keep kneeling. She didn't dare to follow the princess out, and she didn't dare to see what kind of expression her beautiful and handsome face was when the princess found that Mu Qiannian was gone, and there were still traces of Mu Qiannian's blood in her room.

The weak water rushed into her house, and Mu Qiannian was no longer there. In the room where the two of them had been filled with laughter and tenderness, there was only a bone-chilling coldness and a faint smell of blood.

Of course, there is also the unique fragrance of the dream flower emitted by the sachet hanging in front of the window.

In the house, Mu Qiannian's baggage was gone, his clothes were gone, and his white porcelain medicine bottle was gone.

The only thing left related to Mu Qiannian was his sword, his bloodstains, the dream lingering flower sachet he gave her, and the memories about him that lingered in the weak water's mind.

Weak Water squatted in a corner of the room, gently stroking the dried black blood stains that had fallen to the ground with his hand. There was also a cold dagger with blood stains on its blade dropping from the side.

After a long time, Weak Water raised his eyes full of cold coldness, picked up the dagger, and returned to the room where Prajna was still kneeling.

The snow was still falling outside, and the gust of wind that the princess brought in when she entered the door again seemed to make Pranya feel even colder than before.

Suddenly, Pranya's shoulder was kicked hard. Unsuspecting, she almost fell, and immediately stabilized her body, straightened her back, and let the princess kick it up one by one to vent.

The princess's strength has not recovered, and these few kicks are nothing to Prajna. She didn't snort, still keeping her head down.

"You hurt him!"

"Pranya, you bastard!"

"Say, what's wrong with him?

Each kick was accompanied by a cold and angry rebuke from the weak water, but Pranya's silence made her even more angry.

She obviously said that she had her own measure, and she obviously told her not to interfere, but how dare she be!

Weak water, without internal strength, finally tired of kicking, she leaned down, clasped Pranya's chin, and forced her to look up at herself.

"What about Mu Qiannian?" weak water's voice sounded very weak, and her hand trembled uncontrollably, she was afraid that Praruo would tell her and tell her that Mu Qiannian was dead.

"Princess, just treat him as if he is dead, and Mu Xingyu, we will cut him with a thousand knives sooner or later. ”

Looking at the sadness in the eyes of the weak water, Praruo felt uncomfortable for a while, but when it came to Mu Xingyu, a cold light appeared in her eyes again.

"You tell me, you didn't kill Mu Qiannian, right, he didn't die, right!"

The anger of the weak water has been completely replaced by sadness, and she grabs Pranya's shoulders with both hands, shaking her, staring into her eyes, trying to see in her eyes the answer she wants.

If she could face the princess's anger, even if the princess killed her, she would never say a word. But the princess, whose eyes were full of sorrow, even with a hint of begging, made her unbearable to look her in the eyes.

Prajna gritted his teeth, stiffly opened his eyes, and did not speak.

She hated Mu Xingyu, it was he who broke the princess's heart, and she wanted him to die a thousand times and ten thousand times. But now, she also hated herself, and she also broke the princess's heart, and broke the heart of the person she swore to protect to death.

What is the difference between her and Mu Xingyu at this time, and even, she is better than Mu Xingyu.

The princess was hurt for three years, hurt for three years, and hated for three years. In the past three years, she knew that the princess had already been like ashes, and the princess finally met a person who could make her willing to give her heart again, but she was ruined by her own hands.

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