The Villain Is Always Afraid Of Collapse

As soon as Duan Rongrong opened his voice mixed with doubts, Mu Jinhun was frightened, and even started to draft drafts in his head. If Duan Rongrong found out that he was a daughter, how to explain it.

The stunned little girl looked at her hand, and when she raised her head again, a trace of sadness appeared in her big eyes: "Ms. Mu, you are so thin."

Mu Jin: ...?

Duan Rongrong stretched his hand in Mu Jin's direction, remembering that Mu Jin was very repulsive of being touched, and then retracted aggrievedly, muttering, "I didn't expect some people to look like the eunuch's director, but actually even I can't keep both flesh."

Mu Jin: ...?

The little girl continued to mumble: "It must have been training this training and that all day, I have consumed my strength and didn't save it for myself at all."

Mu Jin... Mu Jin didn't want to say a word.

She hadn't noticed before, how could this stupid girl say that?

But it’s worth a sigh of relief if he didn’t discover the secret of his identity. Mu Jin was so tired that he could comfort him, and he couldn’t afford to go back and forth. He was silent for a while, pretending not to hear Duan Rongrong’s mutter, and walked to the basin on the table. .

She rolled up her wide robe sleeves and dipped her thin white slender hands into the clear water. The slightly cooler temperature made her more awake. She turned her head and looked at her bright eyes, staring straight at her and placing it in the basin. Duan Rongrong of the hand in the hand: "..."

Mu Jin grabbed his tongue: "You can still come out after you enter the punishment center. You've got a little life back."

"Yes, eh." Duan Rongrong immediately put the matter behind his head, and said to Mu Jin excitedly, "I thought I was dead too! Thanks to the quilt you sent me, Mr. Mu. ..."

Mu Jin quivered as she rubbed his fingers carefully, and splashed out a few drops of water.

"When will I...!"

"Okay, just assume you don't have it." Duan Rongrong had expected that she would not admit it a long time ago, and interrupted her with a smile of "I know I understand", "——Those quilts let me boil. After a month, wait and look forward to seeing you when you can save me every day."

She spoke lightly, but Mu Jin knew that life in the punishment center was not easy. Even if she has never been there again, some wind noises can be heard from the two eunuchs every day.

Wu Guiren hated Duan Rongrong very much, and couldn't clearly kill her. After all, this was the head of the Hundred Flowers Festival who was personally sealed by the emperor. If she was willing to throw her into the punishment center, the emperor took a step back and slapped her in the face.

But when you enter the punishment facility, there are ways to make people die in pain.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, Duan Rongrong had the coldest water, the thinnest clothes and quilts, and the heaviest work. There was also Song Yi, who looked at him, and I wanted to know that before Mu Jin sent people to the penal institution, Duan Rongrong had all What days.

But in her mouth, all of this was carried in a joyful tone, and it seemed that the past was not worth sadness and fear. This mind and courage made Mu Jin glance at her sideways.

Sure enough, the reason why the heroine can become a heroine is not only stupid.

There is still something to be commended.

But Mu Jin wouldn't say this, she just softened her eyebrows slightly, and whispered, "Continue."

Duan Rongrong, who received the encouragement, smiled more and more: "Then I waited and waited, you didn't come—I knew it, it must be that Wu Guiren who asked you to throw a rat, and he couldn't save me."

Mu Jin couldn't help asking: "Why are you so sure, I will save you?" She raised her enchanting and delicate eyebrows, and looked at Duan Rongrong with no expression in her eyes.

Duan Rongrong blinked, as if he heard a stupid question of course, "I'm not sure, but you are the only person I can count on."

Mu Jin was speechless.

Yes, who else can this poor little cabbage hostess count on?

Duan Rongrong smiled again: "Facts have proved that I did not believe in the wrong person! Didn't you save me out?"

"I didn't..." Mu Jin subconsciously denied. When he saw Duan Rongrong's expression of "You deny it, I will treat you as shy", and closed his mouth faintly.

"Mr. Mu, you are really amazing." Seeing that she admitted it, Duan Rongrong was happy to be upside down in the same place. Then she remembered something, her eyes flashed with a look of worship, "Everyone says your power is all over Dayan, I I didn't believe it at first, I didn't expect you to be able to manipulate people in the barracks!"

Barracks?

Mu Jin remembered the appearance of Rong Feng's uniform, and asked casually: "Well, what did I ask them to do?"

Duan Rongrong's big eyes flickered a few times, and he approached Mu Jin in a low voice, "Yesterday some people from the military camp came to the punishment center. They ordered a few palace ladies and said that they would be used as soldiers/prostitutes. Me." She patted her chest exaggeratedly, "I was scared to death, thinking that I was wearing...In this weird place, I managed to survive the freezing and exhaustion, and I would fall into the army. prostitute!"

Mu Jin completely forgot to move his hand in the water.

This... I didn't expect that the second man with thick eyebrows and eyes would actually be so slant.

Army/Prostitute? It's a shame he can figure it out.

Duan Rongrong continued: "Unexpectedly, they took all the maids they brought to the cooking room... I said it was a lack of cooks, and almost scared my soul away."

Mu Jin lowered his head, and the corner of his mouth evoked a hidden arc in the shadow.

"But they took me away alone. Someone told me to come and wait for you to get up this morning, and I will be here." Duan Rongrong quietly approached Mu Jin, sniffing the good smell of her body, his face revealed A hint of blush, "Thank you, Mr. Mu."

Mu Jin didn't notice her abnormality, and gave a faint "um", then picked up the towel next to her and wiped her hands.

Duan Rongrong hurriedly reached out to take the towel she had used. Mu Jin glanced at her and did not refuse.

Duan Rongrong smiled so much that she couldn't see her eyes. In fact, she had more words in her heart to tell Mu Jin. She probably also had some guesses about how much Mu Jin spent to save her and how much risk she took.

It's just that she also knew that Mu Jin would definitely not accept her thanks, and she must have been anxiously denying it by pretending to be calm but actually frowning.

Although that is also very cute...but it is better not to let General Mu be frightened. After all, General Mu is so thin, even a lot slenderer than ordinary low-level eunuchs, but he can't stand too much shock.

Duan Rongrong looked at his palm, recalling that he could touch Mu Jin's prominent collarbone through his winter clothes, and a trace of distress flashed in his eyes.

Mu Jin didn't know that Duan Rongrong had silently started her plan to feed her. Seeing that Duan Rongrong survived the catastrophe, he immediately learned the lesson from the past, and didn't dare to let her out of his sight for a moment, and directly transferred her into his own court lady.

Regarding this Duan Rongrong, he was naturally a million happy. He followed Mu Jin in and out, and after busying himself, the whole palace began to rumors within a few days that there was an extra pleasant maid beside him, and 80% of them belonged to her. lover.

Mu Jin... Mu Jin had already anticipated this. He walked with a blank face and bowed his head, not daring to look at them directly, and the palace people who talked about them as soon as they passed by, added to their own discomfort.

She squinted at Duan Rongrong, who was silly and happily next to her: "They are crazy about you and a eunuch, so you are not angry at all?"

Duan Rongrong raised his face with sincerity: "If this **** is Chief Mu, then I am too happy to be too late."

Mu Jin:...

When did the hostess learn to speak so much!

Although Mu Jin took Duan Rongrong with her, it was she who took care of the little eunuchs and maids on the side of the House of Internal Affairs. Because of the humble status of daily busyness, she had no chance to see the face of the head of the Hundred Flowers Festival that day. She did not dare Duan Rongrong blatantly walked forward towards the harem.

Even so, in the night after Mu Jingang only took Duan Rongrong two days later, when the emperor read the memorial with a bright candle, Li Lian hurriedly walked into the house from outside, closed the door, and blocked the whirling wind and snow he had brought in.

"Your Majesty." Li Lian asked quietly.

Yu Wenrui didn't answer, he slowly reviewed the notes in his hand, put it on the pile of five memorials aside, and said without raising his head: "Say."

Only then did Li Lian dared to get up, walked up quickly, clinging to Yu Wenrui's ear, and closing his lips.

As soon as Yu Wenrui heard the beginning, his careless eyes condensed. Following Li Lian’s narration, a strong storm condensed in his eyes, and when Li Lian finished speaking, the storm settled into a deep black color, looking from it. Not the slightest emotion.

The emperor gave a low laugh and waved his hand casually for Li Lian to go down.

Li Lian watched his expression carefully, but he couldn't see anything from his face, so he had to bow and resign.

When he was about to open the door, the emperor's calm voice came from behind.

"Li Lian, what I want, have you ever seen me never get it?"

Obviously there is no anger at all, but the invisible cruelty exudes, like a black hole slowly expanding behind him, enough to swallow people's courage and will.

"No matter what he is now or who he belongs to, it must be me who gets him in the end."

Li Lian shuddered slightly, then turned and respectfully said: "Long live the things you want, there is nothing you can't get."

The emperor continued to look down at the memorial, "Go down."

Li Lian exited the house quickly and lightly.

Mu Jin didn't know what the hero was thinking over there. She was pulling a corner of her clothes in her room, helplessly and fiercely staring at the person who was pulling the other corner of her clothes and refused to let go.

"Presumptuous! Whoever gives you the courage to move my clothes, let you go down and roll quickly, what is it like to pull and pull here!"

Duan Rongrong did not show weakness: "Am I not your personal maid! The work of smoking clothes should be handed over to me, Mr. Mu, please go and rest, I will do the rest!"

"No need!" Mu Jin didn't relax, "I'll give you another chance and let me out quickly, or I will ask someone to drag you out!"

Duan Rongrong squatted, "You scream, you scream, anyway, you saved this life, if you kill me, I will smoke your clothes!"

Mu Jin was gone, so she had to stare at Duan Rongrong pretending to be vicious, but in fact there was nothing to do with her.

Perceiving that the pull from the opposite side gradually became lighter, Duan Rongrong showed a triumphant smile.

Just as she was about to open her mouth to say something, a shadow was reflected on the door of the room, and then a knock on the door came: "Jinwen, are you asleep?"

Mu Jin's whole body stiffened, and the strength in his hands suddenly loosened. Unexpectedly, Duan Rongrong confiscated his strength and fell back to the ground. The back of his head touched the door of the house: "Oh-"

The inside and outside of the house fell into the same silence.

The knock on the door sounded again, but this time hurriedly, the voice of the people who came was not so stable: "Jinwen? What happened? How are you?"

Mu Jin's head was bigger than two. She stepped forward and pulled Duan Rongrong to the side, opening the door to the person's eyes, "Is there something wrong?"

Zhang Mingxu was standing at the door. Seeing the door opened, he quickly scanned Mu Jin from top to bottom. Seeing that she was safe and sound, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief, "Are you okay? I heard the voice in your room..."

As he spoke, he raised his eyes and looked into the room. When he saw Duan Rongrong standing in the shadows rubbing his head and looking annoyed, his voice seemed to be cut off all of a sudden, and when he spoke again, he was sharp and scary: "How could she? here?!"

Rao Mu Jin was mentally prepared, knowing that Zhang Mingxu would be shocked by Duan Rongrong's existence, but he didn't expect him to be so shocked.

She silently rubbed her ears that were pierced by the loud and high-pitched shouts because she was too close to him, pretending to be calm and quiet: "Oh, I lack someone, so I got this girl out."

Zhang Mingxu's gaze instantly shifted to Mu Jin's face. The darkness and hatred in those eyes that hadn't had time to hide for a while made Mu Jin tremble, almost unable to maintain the calmness on his face.

However, Mu Jin just raised an eyebrow: "Why, what do I need to report to you?"

Without a word, Zhang Mingxu's gaze scraped across Duan Rongrong's face like icy edges, and then fell on the clothes that she had forgotten to put down in her hands, and her eyes suddenly became deep.

His masseter muscle moved, as if gritted his teeth and bit his cheek, if it weren't for recruiting you to get close to him, he would really not be able to see it.

Duan Rongrong finally got out of the dizziness just now. He looked at this and the other dumbfoundedly. After reaching Zhang Mingxu's line of sight, he suddenly woke up: "Ah! It was the one who ordered my whip back then. !"

Mu Jin: I can't tell, but the heroine bears grudges.

With this interruption, Zhang Mingxu adjusted his expression, took a cold look at Duan Rongrong, and turned to Mu Jin again: "It's nothing important, but I want to discuss with you some of the arrangements for the New Year's Eve banquet day, since you have it here. Guest, then I will say goodbye first and come to see you another day."

Mu Jin couldn't tell whether she believed it or not. Zhang Mingxu said so, and she nodded: "Alright, then you go back first."

Seeing that she didn't even keep herself, Zhang Mingxu was silent for a moment, before looking at Duan Rongrong again, he turned his head and stepped out.

This was the first time he had lost courtesy in front of Mu Jin and did not say goodbye.

Mu Jin watched him walk out of the small courtyard, raised his hand to close the door, and then looked back at Duan Rongrong who was staring at the door, "Do you remember him?"

Duan Rongrong nodded vigorously: "Of course I remember! It was him at the beginning. The person who ordered the torment hit me fiercely, and wanted to add my whip. If you just rushed to save me, maybe I didn't have a chance to enter the punishment facility."

Mu Jinmo.

Wasn't he already beaten to death at that time? The heroine's brain is quite good.

She didn't intend to say anything about Zhang Mingxu any more, and she felt a little bit incomprehensible now about her loyal little brother in this original work.

So Mu Jin turned her gaze on her robe, which was held by Duan Rongrong and dragged to the ground, with an expression of disgust, "Look at your sloppy energy, how can I rest assured to leave it to you?"

Duan Rongrong realized that he was ruining Mu Jin's clothes and hurriedly hugged it into his arms. After seeing Mu Jin's more speechless gaze, he reacted and smiled wryly.

"Yes... I'm sorry, Mr. Mu, I will take this clothes back and wash it for you. Don't worry, it will be smoothed for you before returning it to you!"

Mu Jin sighed tiredly, sat at the table and poured herself a cup of tea to moisturize her throat. Seeing Duan Rongrong shrinking her hands and not knowing how to stand, she suddenly called her: "Girl."

Duan Rongrong stood at attention subconsciously, "Here!"

Mu Jin: "..." Ignoring her stupidity, she continued to ask, "Everyone who enters this high wall has a plan, and you neither want wealth nor power, what do you want? "

Duan Rongrong didn't expect that she would ask such a deep question all of a sudden. After thinking about it, she replied: "Mr. Mu, everyone likes money and power, how can you know that I don't like it."

Mu Jin waited for her words, and immediately followed: "Since you love, now there is an excellent opportunity for you to show your face in front of the emperor. As long as you take advantage of the wish you owed, you will be able to get what you want. , You don’t have to be afraid that Guiren Wu will make trouble for you, and you don’t have to follow me all day long."

Realizing that these words are too inconsistent with her status as a villain, Mu Jin added awkwardly: "As long as you take my path and fly to the sky, you must benefit me in the future, don't forget it."

Duan Rongrong seemed to have thought of something, and the smile gradually disappeared from his face, "The so-called path of Director Mu, what do you want me to do?"

Mu Jin brewed for a while, full of expectation and pretending to be profound and authentic: "The women in the harem all live by the emperor. You have a hole card better than anyone else, why not try it bravely?"

Give it a try, a bike becomes a motorcycle, a girl!

Duan Rongrong asked: "You mean... let me be the emperor's concubine?"

Finally, she made this suggestion to the hostess euphemistically. Mu Jin suppressed the beating heart and surge of anticipation, pretending to be indifferent and calmly raised her eyes to look at her, "Although you have escaped from the correctional facility, you are still the man of sin. Body, as long as your majesty does not forgive your guilt for a day, you will have to live under my wings for the rest of your life and steal your life..."

When I thought that from now on, the heroine would be like a piece of brown candy, clinging to him tightly without tearing it off, Mu Jin couldn't help showing a trace of pain: "...how can you endure such a life? ."

After digging his heart out, Mu Jin concealed the expectation in his eyes, and plucked up the courage to look at Duan Rongrong, wondering if she would suddenly resuscitate.

I saw Duan Rongrong looking at her quietly, her big quirky eyes quiet and gentle, under the candlelight of a moonlit night, she seemed no longer the modern female protagonist who constantly caused troubles.

"Mr. Mu, if this request makes you so painful, you can leave it alone."

Duan Rongrong was soft and gentle, but Mu Jin's face became stiff when he said something.

"I love power and money, do you want me to please a man who I don't like or like me?" Duan Rongrong wrinkled his nose, half-truth, "In that case, I might as well choose Mr. Mu Well, at least, I like you."

Mu Jin looked at Duan Rongrong who was smiling sweetly and shyly. Some kind of speculation came to her heart and made her pause on the spot. She forgot what she originally wanted to persuade.