The Villain Is Always Afraid Of Collapse

When he really saw this person standing in front of him, Mu Jin's eyes suddenly flashed.

If the voice just now didn't make her aware of the difference, she had really seen Rong Feng's face at this moment, and only then could she feel the transformation he has undergone during this period of time.

Wrapped in his armor, he could no longer see a trace of the recklessness that he once was. Even if he had not been on the battlefield, he did not know what he had experienced during this period of time. There was an almost iron-blooded pressure all over his body.

Ordinary people can smell the fearful danger even if they just get close to his body.

After seeing Rong Feng like this, Mu Jin was stunned.

In the original work, Rong Feng did have such a "transition" day. In order to guard Duan Rongrong and this country, he took the initiative to attach the old lieutenant's squad in his uniform and was named General Dingguo on the march.

But now the timeline is obviously not right, not to mention that she hasn't implemented the national rejuvenation plan yet, why does he seem to have completed the transformation?

This man with danger signals all over his body, after touching Mu Jin's sight, the hunting heat in his eyes converged for a second, and another deep emotion was on the verge of triggering.

For some reason, Mu Jin realized that she didn't even dare to approach him.

Rong Feng didn't move forward either, standing quietly away from a distance that made Mu Jin feel safe, except that a pair of leopard-like eyes never left her.

Mu Jin reacted, only to realize that Rong Feng was waiting for his answer. He raised his hand in embarrassment and twisted his fingers with the help of the cover of his wide robe sleeves. He stabilized his emotions and said, "Guardian Rong and the minion, it seems that they are not. You can say hello to the relationship friendly."

Once when she said something like this, Rong Feng would always remain silent, or show some uncomfortable expression in his eyes.

But now she is cold, but Rong Feng doesn't seem to feel it. Instead, she softens her gaze because of her chattering. "There are so many eyes and ears in the palace. You should be careful. I'm reckless."

Mu Jin:?

Rong Feng looked at her gloomy face, but there was a trace of confusion in the bottom of his eyes. He almost forgot how to draw the corners of the curved lips and moved his voice slightly, "They said that you are talking with Shang Shu of the Ministry of Rites. Did grandfather embarrass you about the New Year's Eve party?"

Mu Jin wondered who could embarrass me...Wait a moment? !

She glanced at Rong Feng in horror. That little old man with a weird smile turned out to be Rong Feng's grandfather?

Mu Jin hurriedly recalled the little old man...no, it was the performance of Shang Shu of the Ministry of Rites, and then looked at this Rong Feng who looked like an iron-blooded soldier. It was really impossible to link the two of them by blood.

"...You are so worried," she answered dryly.

The corner of Rong Feng's mouth showed a real arc of laughter, "I'm going to you now, don't be afraid."

Mu Jin didn't have time to think about this weird relationship. He immediately exploded when he heard this. Who wants to be afraid of you? Don't think that her villain can let your second man be arrogant if you don't mess up for a while, okay?

With a jump of her slender eyebrows, Mu Jin looked at Rong Feng who strode towards him. Just as he was about to sneer, he saw Rong Feng carefully taking out a cloth bag from his arms and supporting her with another big hand. One of her hands was gently put into hers.

A certain strong smell, which I don't know if it is a feeling or a real smell, came to him as he approached, and Mu Jin didn't react for a while. It wasn't until he was stuffed in his hand that he subconsciously held it, before he had time to recall the feeling.

Unlike the previous palms that were pampered even though they were martial artists, the big hands that had just held the back of Mu Jin's hands were warm and generous, but the rough, dry gravel skin actually scratched the back of her hands.

Even the hands are like this, I'm afraid I can't get any better.

I don't know what he has experienced during this period of time. Did he go doing coolies naked in the cold winter?

In this brief moment of distraction, Mu Jin looked up at him with dizzy eyes and saw that his brows were pierced, and his expression was deep and firm, thinking in a daze, maybe what he had just felt was the legendary masculinity.

Rong Feng's much mature face moved, and a smile appeared in his eyes, "Am I so good-looking?"

Mu Jin felt that she was split again: Is this a taciturn, cold and unrestrained male second? is it? Where did you hide the second man? Did you go to learn Saohua after disappearing for more than a month?

As if she had been burned to the ground, a Ji Ling stepped back: "In broad daylight, what are you dreaming of?"

However, Rong Feng grabbed her forearm just a step back and said, "Be careful." Fortunately, he quickly let go, "Look if you like it or not, I brought it back home on purpose just now."

Only then did Mu Jin realize that just now because she was frightened and grasped the cloth bag in her hand, she actually squeezed it flat.

She squeezed again, softly.

Looking up at Rong Feng, she found that there was a slight expectation in his eyes. She hesitated and opened the cloth bag suspiciously.

A few pieces of chestnut cakes that she was squeezing apart were lying quietly inside, spreading a rich and warm chestnut scent at the moment of opening, which was completely different from the level of stealing in the kitchen in the epidemic area.

"this is…?"

Seeing her lowering his head to smell the cakes, Rong Feng opened his eyes slightly, pretending to be calm as if the heat on his cheeks did not exist, "Last time I saw you like it, I promised you to bring home cooks for you to eat." Not daring to look back, when Mu Jin didn't answer for a while, he added uncomfortably, "My pastry chef came from the south specially and it tastes good."

Mu Jin looked at the soft and crumpled pastries in his hand, and when faced with the role of the plot, she sealed herself up like an iron wall with a slight movement.

The original owner will not respond to such kindness, and she will not always respond to the kindness from the characters in the plot. She can't even say thank you, she can only hang her eyes and freeze there, and her white fingertips twisted the pastry to give away. I licked it to my mouth.

She didn't notice, Rong Feng burned up in an instant, and then deeply pressed his gaze.

Not to mention, the craftsmanship of this Taiwei's chef is actually much better than that of Shuntian Fu Yin. The fragrant, sweet and soft taste of chestnut cake spread in his mouth, and Mu Jin felt that the happiness that he had been away from the sweets for a long time and was about to be dried was revived.

But she still couldn't be too friendly, she could only put the chestnut cake up again awkwardly, pretending to be indifferent: "Oh, it's hard for the guard to be interested, although it's just a small piece of cake, I am not used to it. It's hard to come by for the friendly guard Rong." She raised her eyes slantingly, "But I don't know what price the minion has to pay for these pieces of cakes?"

Rong Feng finally frowned, his voice faded a lot, "You don't have to."

But since Mu Jin met Song Yi, the standard **** in the correctional facility, she began to reflect on the "eunuch taste" that she lacked in her body. At this moment, she naturally began to use her learning results, "Oh, hey, this slave dare not be such a big gift. If there is nothing necessary, please ask Guard Rong to take it back."

As she said, she stretched out her hand, and the limp little cloth bag was handed back to Rong Feng.

Rong Feng looked down and didn't reach out to pick it up. Maybe it was really stabbed by Mu Jin's attitude. The relaxed smile on his face just disappeared. When his face condensed, it was more than a bit more than before. momentum.

He looked at Mu Jin and faintly threw a bait enough to attract her attention.

"Are you trying to save the maid of the surname Duan?"

Mu Jin's yin and yang strange smile froze, and he didn't care about arguing with him, so he quickly retracted his hand and asked, "You know?"

"Even though I'm not in the palace, I won't break the contact with the palace." Seeing this picture of himself, Rong Feng thought about it. After that, the court lady suddenly became serious, and he couldn't even care about the irony. She thought she had made enough psychological preparations, and her heart, which had been armed enough to be calm enough, shrank again.

Even if I told myself countless times, whether she is a man or a woman, an eunuch, or a villain, as long as she is a person, we must work hard to protect her.

But now that she once again expressed her special feeling for someone, her determined heart still surged uncontrollably with unwillingness and sourness, which made him want to turn his head and no longer look at her worry about others.

Mu Jin waited for a long time, but didn't wait for Rong Feng to say another word, wondering if you tease me to play?

Her ugly expression filled Rong Feng's eyes.

Rong Feng asked in a ghostly manner: "You haven't seen me for so long, you don't want to ask, where have I been in the past few days?"

Where else to go, it's nothing more than the plot line is messed up, you somehow realized early and entered the barracks.

Thinking of this, Mu Jin had to swallow for Duan Rongrong, "Where did you go?"

How could Rong Feng fail to see her reluctance, the light in his eyes extinguished a little, and calmly replied: "I have resigned from the position of Feiyuwei leader and entered the military camp to train. Captain Pin Zhaowu."

The life in the barracks is completely different from the twenty-three years he has experienced before, where strength and military merit are the criteria for judging a person. When he first left, as the lowest soldier, he did everything personally, training, sending troops, fighting, and fighting. Take the strategy from the bottom, and the courageous strategy, the sword sees blood, if you don't work hard, you will die.

In just a few months, his views on certain things have changed a bit, and some ideas have been firmed up.

He paused, "Although Feiyuwei is very powerful, he has no rank after all. I want to earn an upright and bright future." He looked directly into Mu Jin's eyes, every word neatly and firmly, as if the idea was already there. I lingered in my heart thousands of times, and only waited to say it at this moment, "I want to protect the people I care about, and I will be safe in this life."

Mu Jin was stunned for a moment by the firmness in these words, and she thought about it. As expected, since ancient times, the second man has been a good man. Don't leave such a good man. Don't go to Duan Rongrong, who is with the dog than the emperor. How good is it.

But where does he care about this time?

Mu Jin's eyes were sharp.

He won't leave the heroine Duan Rongrong and meet another beloved girl outside, right?

Who will it be? Mu Jin thought quickly in her heart. From Rong Feng's return to the palace to entering the barracks, it was definitely not a long time. In such a short time, did he hook up with other girls? Or someone you knew before? What about that stupid girl Rongrong!

Xu Luzhao, who had been shocked before, flashed past his mind, and Mu Jin became more angry the more he thought about it, and the eyes staring at Rong Feng unconsciously became murderous.

Rong Feng has walked countless times on the edge of life and death. When she was stared at him, his whole body was put on guard. He hesitated for a while looking at her unkind gaze, and softly explained: "I didn't rely on my father's prestige for this promotion. , Don't get me wrong."

Mu Jin:? Who cares about whose prestige you use!

Mu Jin was so angry that she asked angrily: "It has nothing to do with me. You tell me first, how do you plan to save people?"

Sure enough, she cared most, the only thing she cared about, was the little palace lady, and nothing else could arouse her interest.

Rong Feng smiled bitterly, but said: "I will send her to you intact."

Immediately he said that he still had to enter the Temple of Supreme Harmony, so that Mu Jin could go back and wait for the news.

Mu Jin stared at his calm and tall back, confused.

When will the half-problem he speaks be corrected?

Now that Rong Feng made such a guarantee, Mu Jin also maintained a skeptical attitude for the time being. After all, there is no such thing as "speaking big words" in this male second person's setting. On the contrary, although he is taciturn, he must do what he says.

The day passed steadily. If Duan Rongrong was not rescued for a day, Mu Jin could not sleep peacefully. When he woke up dizzy after wandering in the nightmare, he was still thinking about what method Rong Feng would use to rescue Duan Rongrong. .

She moved slowly to get up, because too much thinking made her mind a little confused, and she almost made a wrong button when she buttoned it.

At this time, the voice of the little palace lady came from outside the house: "Mr. Mu, are you up?"

Mu Jin felt that the voice was familiar, but after thinking about it for so long, the number of court ladies she had met was 800 or less, and 80% of them were one of them.

So he responded at random: "Come in."

Someone was charming in pink skirts and walked in with a full smile, and the water basin in his hand reflected a face that made Mu Jin "think about it".

Mu Jin looked at it casually, as if he was hit by thunder on the spot, and the hands with the buttons stopped in the air. The whole person fixedly looked at the little palace lady who walked in, and huge surprises and complicated emotions surged. Let her forget to manage her facial expressions for a while, revealing a strange look like joy and sadness.

Duan Rongrong smiled, although his cheeks were still thin, but the look in his eyes was more than a little bit stronger than when Mu Jin saw her on that day.

Like a cheerful little squirrel, she unskilledly put the water basin in her hand on the table, because it was too full of water, she accidentally tilted it and spilled some, and dripped onto her shoes along the table. Make her "Ah".

Duan Rongrong shrank her feet, and turned her head to look at Mu Jin with a silly smile, "Mr. Mu, I haven't spilled much, you can still use it."

This small accident brought Mu Jin back to life.

The turbulent mood just not adjusted, the funny sense of comical rushed up again, Mu Jin was so angry and funny, but a little hoarse in one mouth, "What can you do if you are clumsy."

After being uttered in anger and anger by her, Duan Rongrong not only was not afraid at all, but scratched her head with a look of embarrassment. She opened her mouth to say something, and when she looked up at Mu Jin's face, she closed her mouth again.

She stepped forward two steps, took the unfinished movement in Mu Jin's hand with her fingers that were rougher than the original, and carefully buttoned her neckline, her voice was a little choked, "I'm sorry, Mr. Mu, it's all my wife. I'm stupid, I can't do anything well, so that it hurts you to bother me."

Duan Rongrong pressed her fingertips after finishing the tie, working to make Mu Jin's neckline more even, feeling her gaze on her face, raising her head to meet her gaze, showing a strong movement.

Only then did Mu Jin react from the semi-sluggishness, feeling the girl's soft force falling on her neck, her whole body's cold hair exploded all at once, and she instantly felt a cold sweat oozing out.

Her mind was a little numb, and she tried her best to keep calm and gave an "um", not gentlely pulling Duan Rongrong's hand and taking a big step back, turning her eyes away from her, waiting to see the water on the table. Basin, immediately said: "Whoever gives you the courage to do things here, get out of me quickly, don't delay my washing."

After speaking without hearing a response, Mu Jin looked back strangely to see what this girl was doing.

Duan Rongrong stood on the spot, staring blankly at the hand he had just been dialed by Mu Jin, and shook it thoughtfully without following the order.

Mu Jin's eyelids twitched, and a subtle panic struck.

Duan Rongrong put his hand directly in front of her just now, and she didn't stop it because she was distracted. What did she know?

Mu Jin gathered all his attention and watched Duan Rongrong raised his head and looked at her suspiciously: "Mr. Mu, are you...?"