The Villain Is Always Afraid Of Collapse

Since Rong Feng entered the barracks, every time he saw him, Mu Jin felt that his appearance had changed.

His lines are no longer pure and handsome, but rough lines that have been polished, which makes him no longer see the leisurely and chic of the former brother, but as stable as a mountain.

There was no inquiry in Rong Feng's eyes, as if he had never doubted whether Mu Jin did this thing. Hearing her words, he was just swaying with deep gentleness.

Mu Jin did not hear the answer, and looked up at Rong Feng's face.

At this moment, some exhaustion from the bottom of my heart rushed out, making her eyes dimmed a little, and for the first time in front of Rong Feng no longer holding the cold and ironic shelf, coupled with her pale and gorgeous appearance, glowing with love and compassion. Feeling of weakness.

Rong Feng's voice was quiet, "No matter what I do, it is my own decision, and it has nothing to do with you." A trace of pity appeared in his eyes, "You don't need to blame yourself."

Mu Jin was familiar with these words, and after thinking about it carefully, wasn't this exactly what she reprimanded Duan Rongrong when she was leaving?

Unexpectedly, it didn't take long for these words to be returned to him intact.

Mu Jin felt a little funny, she still couldn't figure out what she rightly persuaded others to put on her own.

Rong Feng didn't entangle on this topic too much. He didn't wear a military uniform today, and the official uniform of a lieutenant Zhaowu dilutes the murderous aura on his body, and the movement of reaching out to take something into his arms is more natural.

Mu Jin saw him take out another familiar cloth bag, which was squeezed crookedly when he handed it to her.

"As soon as I returned to the palace today, I was detained by your Majesty in the Hall of Supreme Harmony. I went to see you before I had time. It is cold now, but I may still be able to eat."

Mu Jin knew what this was, once he was born again and again, he didn't have the energy to mock him at the moment, so he simply took it over.

Seeing that she was still not happy, Rong Feng was silent for a while, and asked quite carefully: "Is it because I have tasted the cakes made by the Imperial Dining Room and feel that I am not delicious?"

How did Mu Jin feel that there was an aggrieved sourness in this tone.

She was a little amused, "I never did."

After experiencing the thrill of just now, she really missed these sweet pastries.

So she slowly opened the cloth bag, twisted a piece of broken chestnut cake and sent it to her mouth, the rich and sweet taste melted between her lips and teeth, and the chill of her body was also a little soothed.

"Don't expect me to thank you."

She squinted satisfactorily like a fox resting in the afternoon.

Seeing that she was willing to eat, Rong Feng would naturally not entangle her with this kind of problem.

In order to conceal the smile that appeared involuntarily, Mu Jin stepped slowly and continued to move forward.

She didn't want to go back to see Duan Rongrong when she hadn't adjusted her emotions. It was a trivial matter to be uncomfortable. If she vented her negative emotions, it would go against her original intention.

And her personality can't apologize afterwards, it's better to avoid it in advance.

Rong Feng didn't ask her where she wanted to go. She raised her leg and he followed. A lieutenant Zhaowu seemed to have nothing to do, and followed her leisurely around the palace.

With his company, Mu Jin felt the long-lost ease for the first time since coming to this world.

At this moment, she took off Mu Jinwen's coat, just Mu Jin.

"When will you go back?" she asked abruptly.

She was obviously not suitable for gossip, the topic was abrupt and stiff, but Rong Feng seemed to be affirmed by Tianda, with a smile of surprise in his eyes.

"I'll be back this time after the New Year's banquet." He replied.

Mu Jin nodded, and couldn't find the topic for a while, so she had to continue walking boringly.

Rong Feng said suddenly, "This is really good."

Mu Jin raised his eyes and threw him a question mark.

Rong Feng said: "I have always wanted to tell you that you don't have to be so hard in front of me."

Does this second man think she has a hard time acting the villain?

Mu Jin sighed. She didn't expect her natural performance to be so stiff in the eyes of others.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Rong Feng changed his eyes several times and made up his mind: "I will work hard to protect you, you, you can live a little easier."

He must not be used to expressing feelings like this. He has always been calm and steady, and he got stuck in his shell and almost bit his tongue.

After speaking, he couldn't help stopping and looked at Mu Jin's back nervously, for fear that she would say her usual indifferent refusal again.

Even if he had been prepared for her indifference, he was no longer sad and disappointed by her indifference, but the human heart was long after all, how could he not be afraid after being given cold treatments again and again.

Rong Feng looked at Mu Jin's back tightly, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Mu Jin moved, and she turned around. From the face she couldn't tell whether she was repulsive or joyful, but calmly asked, "You know, what does it mean to make this request?"

Rong Feng clenched his fists, his eyes were very serious, "Do you think, why do I say this?"

Mu Jin chuckled lightly. Although there was no scorn or sarcasm, his tone was a little cold. "Why did Captain Rong say such a thing, and why do you think you have this ability to protect me?"

Rong Feng didn't care about her indifference. Instead, his mind was filled with the fact that she didn't directly refuse it. His expression froze for a while, and then he showed an uncontrollable joy.

"I'm working hard for this." Rong Feng smiled, "There must be such a day."

Mu Jin stared at him for a long while, and sighed and narrowed his gaze after touching his clear and deep eyes that did not flinch.

With such firm perseverance and such sultry words, if she said it to the hostess, she would wake up in her dreams.

She thought divergently, trying to ignore the touch aroused by such sincere maintenance deep in her heart.

She didn’t want to pursue the deep meaning of this sentence. It was just that she had a light communication with these people. Mu Jin felt guilty and distressed for affecting the fate of others. If she had such in-depth exchanges, she would only get more and more. The more I care about what these people think.

This will only be more dangerous for her.

Mu Jin lowered his eyes to avoid Rong Feng’s scorching gaze, and happened to see the cloth bag in his hand, so he changed the subject: “Why is there such a chef at Taiwei’s mansion who specializes in southern pastries? Anyone who loves desserts?"

As the second male, Rong Feng's identity was clearly written by the original author.

He is the only son of the Taiwei. Taiwei Rong and his wife have a harmonious relationship. For decades, they have never taken a concubine. There is only the wife of the Taiwei.

It's just that Rong Feng is Taiwei's old son. Correspondingly, Mrs. Taiwei is not young anymore. It seems a bit illogical to be greedy for desserts. Could it be...?

Mu Jin couldn't help but fixed his gaze on Rong Feng's face.

Could it be that this male second with thick eyebrows and big eyes has a girlish heart that loves sweets in private?

Seeing her gaze searching, Rong Feng coughed awkwardly, and there was a hint of red on her rough face, which made Mu Jin look fresh.

"When I was young, I really liked these sweet and soft foods. My father was busy at home and he rarely went home. My mother spoiled him. It is inevitable that I would do more." Rong Feng never concealed it. After Mu Jin asked, he told the truth. , "Mother never controlled, until I was born with gluttonous worm teeth and shocked my father, I was ordered to eat less sweets."

Mu Jin didn't expect to get such an answer, his eyes widened in surprise.

"In fact, I don't have to say much from my father. Since that time, I have stayed away from any sweets." Rong Feng glanced at the cloth bag in Mu Jin's hand in awe. The wound is much harder to bear."

He raised his eyes and saw Mu Jin staring at those charming Phoenix eyes round and round. It was very cute. The fingers hanging beside him curled up, almost touching the corner of her eyes.

But Mu Jin suddenly bent his eyes and smiled dullly.

She smiled brightly, as beautiful as the warm winter sun.

Rong Feng looked at her, his uncomfortable expression gradually softened, and he raised an equally warm smile.

"You are really..."

Mu Jin laughed for a while, and realized afterwards that his person had collapsed completely, his pupils shrank, and some of the panic system would make such a sharp explosion again.

But she waited for a while with trepidation, and the system did not issue a warning.

No matter why this was, Mu Jin was really relieved.

Immediately there was a whisper in my heart: How could I be punished for the heroine Beng Renxie, and nothing happened to the man Erbeng?

However, the system did not punish her, she was too happy to be too late, so naturally she would not take the initiative to ask, and she exposed the matter.

Seeing that the time is getting late, Rong Feng is now no longer a guard of the inner court. Naturally, he can't enter and leave the palace at will as before. He does not want to continue to follow. He seriously said to Mu Jin, "You should be more careful during this period. Your Majesty’s people are looking for it, don’t accept it."

He didn't know what he thought of, and there was a trace of pain in the depths of his pupils, and the corners of his mouth that had risen easily became a straight line, "That maid...named Duan Rongrong, if you...don't reject her, take her with you. Beside." He paused, seeming to finish the sentence very reluctantly, "I can't go in and out of the inner court at will. I can rest assured that she will follow you."

Obviously he was suggesting Duan Rongrong to follow Mu Jin, but he clearly wrote reluctance from the strands of hair to the tips of toes.

But there was no way. Rong Feng cared more about Mu Jin's safety than his own sadness.

Mu Jin didn't say much, but nodded silently.

Having said so much, it would be inappropriate for her to ridicule him, and it would be inappropriate for her to follow his words, so let's just make do with it.

Seeing her look tired, Rong Feng seemed to be extremely tired, thinking of the accusation of being pressed on her for no reason, his heart was even more distressed, "I will send you here, and I will find you again when I have time."

"No need." Mu Jin said, "Everyone has his own life, a carrot and a pit. You are no longer an inner court guard, so you don't have to worry about the harem."

Rong Feng sighed lightly, "Involving the governor and your majesty, this is no longer just a matter of the inner court."

Mu Jin's eyebrows showed a trace of contempt, as if he was extremely disdainful of the accusation.

At this point, Rong Feng left.

Mu Jin was left alone, looking at the straight figure he was walking away, suddenly a burst of inexplicable affection appeared in his heart.

Are you reluctant to give up? Still nostalgic?

Either way, it is extremely inappropriate.

Mu Jin noticed the change in her mentality, her eyes deepened suddenly, she looked at the cloth bag in her hand, randomly found a pond, and shook all the pastries inside.

The colorful carps in the pool swarmed up and furiously rushed to eat. Mu Jin looked at them, feeling that the dull mood had not been relieved at all.

Thinking of Duan Rongrong who was still waiting in the Office of Internal Affairs, Mu Jin hesitated before returning, but decided to give herself a little breathing time for the time being.

She doesn't want to face any plot characters now.

And after coming to the Dayan Palace for so long, she has been worrying about the comfort and plot of this character in her heart. She has never seen it well.

Mu Jin always felt that the builders of this world probably didn't learn history well, and the elements of various dynasties were stewed in a pot, and things from various dynasties might appear, making it impossible for people to figure out when they were prototypes.

Only this Forbidden City has an unshakable position in the framework of any crossing novels.

Now Mu Jin is walking in the imperial city in winter, like traveling through time to real history. Looking at the snow scene of the Forbidden City six hundred years ago is the long-cherished wish of many modern people.

She pulled away a cluster of beautiful red plums, thinking of Duan Rongrong’s too simple bun, she reached out and took off a branch in a magical manner, watching the plum blossom blooming beautifully between her white and slender fingers, and then she thought that she had no position to give her. , Could not help throwing it into the snow irritably.

Taking a breath of cold air, Mu Jin felt a little clearer in his mind.

When I was sober, I heard a strange sound at the root of this secluded wall.

Some voices were deliberately suppressed, and it was hard to hear what was being said, but from the tone of voice, it seemed that he was not very respectful and polite to the obedient.

Mu Jin calmly took a look, only to realize that before she knew it, she had walked into such a deserted area.

This area is the scope of the Luoxue Pavilion, where the fourth princess and her biological mother Huigui live here, and further on, it is the boundary of Lenggong.

Legend has it that Huigui was not favored. Although he gave birth to the only princess, it was still nothing to the workaholic emperor. He randomly threw their wives into this Luoxue Pavilion and ignored them for many years.

It's not hard to guess why this voice came from.

Mu Jin frowned, and the heavens and humans fought for a moment between paying attention or not paying attention, and walked in the direction where the sound was made.

Are there still fewer places for collapse today? This one is not bad anymore.

Mu Jin broke the jar.

Passing the corner of the fence, Mu Jin saw the backs of several eunuchs. They formed a group and kept using words to humiliate the people surrounded by them.

The man in the middle was surrounded tightly, and only from the legs of a few people, in front of him, he could see the small and thin body curled up, and the thin skirt spread on the snow.

Mu Jin's heart surged with anger, and her face became gloomy for the first time without pretending.

She stepped closer, stepping on the falling snow that the minions were too lazy to clean and making a crisp creak, attracting the attention of the people over there.

"Who?"

One of the eunuchs turned his head. It is estimated that few people pass by here, let alone noble people. The eunuch's eyes are arrogant and there is no feeling of guilty conscience.

He turned his head and met Mu Jin's gloomy face.

She smiled at the eunuch, "Who do you think I am?"

The eunuch's pupils shrank, showing a horrified expression.

"Mu...Manager Mu!"

The other three eunuchs also saw the identity of the visitor, and stepped back in fear. One of them, because he forgot that there was a man sitting on the ground, accidentally tripped over that man’s leg and sat down beside him. .

Mu Jin stood in front of them, and the slender shadow was shone on everyone's faces by the sun's slanting west behind her. In the eyes of the eunuchs, it was as fierce as Shura who came to call for his life.

Mu Jin's gaze first fell on the person with her head shrunk. Even if such a change had happened, she didn't see her raising her head. I didn't know if she was scared or cold hearted.

An **** responded, kneeling to the ground in fright, and kept knocking his head against the cold snow: "Manager Mu spare your life! Manager Mu spare your life! The little one is... for the first time, they are all bewitching minions! All of them!"

As soon as the other eunuchs heard, how could they be in vain, they immediately smashed their heads frantically and shook the pot desperately.

There was a strong disgust between Mu Jin's eyebrows, she stretched out her thin white fingers, and several people didn't know what she was going to do, they all silenced and watched her movements silently.

Mu Jin raised his fingers in the air and nodded their heads one by one.

"The four people will report to the Internal Affairs Office one by one tomorrow. If you dare to miss one, you will find their family members to replace them." Mu Jin said lightly, "How to trigger it, subject to the palace rules."

Several eunuchs looked at each other, and then squatted their heads frantically again, "It's Mr. Mu, yes!"

Compared to directly falling into the hands of Director Mu, even if he was sent to the punishment center, he could still get his life back.

"roll!"

The few eunuchs immediately got up, not daring to look up at Mu Jin, and scrambled to escape.

After they ran away, Mu Jin gently came to the person who hadn't raised his head. Because of the fact that the person could not squat down and hug her to comfort him, he just stood here until the sun fell.

As the sun disappeared, the surrounding temperature dropped even lower, and even Mu Jin, who was wearing thick clothes, felt a bit cold, not to mention the people on the ground.

Sure enough, maybe it was too cold to bear, maybe it was finally believing that the bad guys who bullied her would never come back. The person who had been bowing his head slowly raised his face, revealing a white and thin face.

She has eyes that look very similar to Yu Wenrui, but there is no deep thought in those eyes, like a deer that has just entered the forest, full of pure eyes.

At this time, the white snow began to fall from the sky again, which called the girl's pretty face, forming a shocking white picture.

And they met again at such a gloomy and embarrassing moment, which gave this originally beautiful scene a layer of irony filter.

The thin girl looked at Mu Jin who was standing in front of her, but her pure eyes lit up with a fierce and vigilant light like a lone wolf.