The Villain Is Always Afraid Of Collapse

Even after hearing such a good news, Mu Jin did not show any obvious joy.

She slowly wiped her fingers with a clean white towel, and even the gaps between her fingers were cleaned.

The white and pink fingertips reflected the golden sunrise outside the window, with an almost crystal-like texture, as exquisite and seductive as a picture.

Let the other two people who have been fighting with their eyes, and the aura of disagreement when they meet, calm down, and there is a glimmer of obsession in the eyes of Mu Jin.

Immediately from an angle that Mu Jin could not see, the two of them looked at each other again, revealing the same disgust.

Mu Jin pretended to look at his hand, learning from those casual villains in the TV series, "What's the matter, let's talk about it."

Zhang Mingxu retracted his gaze and bowed his head respectfully, "Wu Yan called the emperor from the Hall of Supreme Harmony last night, saying that he was uneasy. According to our people, the emperor's face was not worried when he left, but it was only due to the guardianship of the Flying Fish Guard. I dare not get too close."

He paused deliberately and glanced at Duan Rongrong, but seeing Mu Jin motionless and showing no sign of driving Duan Rongrong out, he approached her a few steps and said in a low voice: "But there were some fine noises. It seems that the emperor was angry with Wu Yu and reprimanded her for interfering with the previous court."

"It wasn't until the morning when there was a sound in the Changshengxuan Hall. When the servants went to inquire, your Majesty walked out of the hall with an angry face and fined Wu Bi for half a year. If there is a second time, he will make him suspect that Wu Bi is unworthy. The theme of Changshengxuan."

Duan Rongrong heard the gossip of his opponent, and even forgotten his hostility towards Zhang Mingxu, he eagerly leaned forward and asked, "What then? Isn't Wu Bi's face particularly wonderful?"

Zhang Mingxu didn't even bother to give her a look. Duan Rongrong waited for a while, seeing the eyebrows drooping, Mu Jin raised his eyelashes and cast a light look.

Zhang Mingxu said: "After the emperor left, Wu Yu broke a glass lamp in the house."

Duan Rongrong tried his best to strain her face, but still couldn't hold back a big smile.

She rubbed against Mu Jin and stretched her head into Mu Jin's neck, trying to see if there was the same smile under her drooping eyelashes, "Mr. Mu, did you do anything to her? Or? God help us."

Mu Jin tilted her head, pointed a finger on Duan Rongrong’s forehead, and poked her out, "I don’t know if God has helped you, I know if you’re like this, I’ll cut you off. Feed the cat broken."

Duan Rongrong was not afraid of her ruthless words, shrank his neck and stuck out his tongue, but he also knew that Cai's behavior was too disproportionate for an ancient person, so he stood aside honestly.

She watched Mu Jin's cheeks showing a little red tide, and she was secretly delighted: Mr. Mu looked fierce and evil, but in fact, he was too easy to be shy.

In fact, Mu Jin wasn't really shy.

When she just washed her face with warm water, the feeling was not very clear. At this time, the water should have dried up, but she felt that the heat on her face had not subsided, and her body was also a little cold and weak.

The part that hit the ground yesterday was also sore.

After staying outside for so long last night, and was frightened again, Mu Jin guessed that she had a fever in 80%.

This **** weak body.

Mu Jin cursed secretly, dullly felt a needle-like sharp gaze on him, and when he raised his head, he just saw Zhang Mingxu's eyes retracted.

Duan Rongrong's eyes were far away and dreamy, and he didn't know what to make up in his brain. Mu Jin glanced at her thoughtfully and said: "The girl stays and waits for me to change clothes. You go out first."

This "you" undoubtedly refers to Zhang Mingxu. He couldn't see anything on his face, he lowered his eyes and respectfully responded.

Just before he left the house, Duan Rongrong seemed to feel something. He suddenly woke up from the state of nothingness and stared at Zhang Mingxu's back vigilantly until he closed the door and went out.

Mu Jin stretched out her hand to help her dizzy forehead: "What are you looking at?"

Duan Rongrong nervously: "Mr. Mu, I always feel that that person has a temperament that makes me uncomfortable. It's gloomy. It doesn't seem to be a good idea."

Mu Jin wanted to laugh. Isn't this a little animal's intuition about danger?

She sneered, "Since you know, don't make do with others, be careful of being sold and be grateful to others."

Her original intention was to remind the hostess to be careful of Zhang Mingxu. Who would have thought that this silly girl didn't know if she understood her, she just fluttered with a pair of big eyes, looking at her moved, "Mr. Mu, you really care about me."

Mu Jin stared at her expression of wishing to give her a hug, then silently looked away.

The sound of Wu 嫔's matter was heavy and the rain was small. Although it aroused some discussions in the harem, it did not cause too many storms. It is said that after Wu 嫔 left the emperor, he ran to Qifeng Palace where the imperial concubine was to complain.

There is no owner in the harem of the big swallow, and the noble concubine is the concubine with the highest status in the swallow palace.

Mu Jin never confronted the imperial concubine directly, only based on the impression in the original work, he knew that the imperial concubine was good by nature, but was bewitched by the original owner because of jealousy, and did something to hurt the hostess. Later, he woke up and stood. Turn to deal with the original owner at the side of the heroine.

Another little villain who was influenced by the heroine's halo.

But Mu Jin didn't bother to talk to her now, but she didn't expect that she would hook up with Wu Bie.

Mu Jin worried for a moment in her heart, but thought of Duan Rongrong now happily following her to be a lowly court lady, there is no reason to threaten the concubine, even if Wu Bie encourages the concubine, the concubine does not need to target her. .

So this thought passed through her heart again, and Mu Jin should be busy with what she should do.

The day after tomorrow is the New Year's Eve banquet, and there are a lot of things to be busy on this day.

Mu Jin took Duan Rongrong and rushed back and forth between the House of Internal Affairs and the large dining room. The auspicious plate, the midnight fruit box, the emperor and each concubine’s favorite pastries were all drawn up. Mu Jin also personally inspected the auspicious candied food. , Make sure that they are all set up as "five blessings for holding longevity", "three friends of Suihan", "auspicious ruyi" and other lucky signs, select some of them and send them to the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and save the rest for use on the day of the New Year's banquet.

Yu Wenrui has dismissed the early dynasty since the 26th of the twelfth lunar month, and has always been in the Hall of Supreme Harmony to read memorials and meet the ministers. Although Mu Jin doesn't understand the difference between this and the early dynasty, the ancestral system cannot be abandoned.

Mu Jin left Duan Rongrong in the House of Internal Affairs and took the candied fruit to the Hall of Supreme Harmony. When he saw him, he found that the Book of Rites was also there.

Even if the little old man faced the emperor, he still had a amiable appearance with a smile. Yu Wenrui respected him a lot and gave him a chair to sit on.

"Jinwen came just right. I am discussing the etiquette matters of the New Year's banquet with Mr. Guo. You can also listen to it and see if there are any suggestions." Yu Wenrui seemed to be in a good mood. He doesn't matter the same.

Mu Jin's body was cold and her face was hot, and her brain was a little dizzy, and she heard things as if she was covered by a cover. When Yu Wenrui spoke, she didn't hear clearly. She finally got up from the ground and saw him and Shang Shu of Libu. Staring at himself, couldn't help but stare.

"His Majesty?"

Her cheeks are flushing, her eyes are round, and she looks really different from her usual cuteness.

Yu Wenrui placed his hand under the desk, and under the curtain of the hanging curtain, he rubbed the jade pendant in his hand. “This year is the 75th anniversary of the founding of my Dayan. Mr. Guo suggested that the grand ceremony for the fifth day of the previous year be arranged this year. What did Jinwen think when it was arranged on New Year's Eve?"

Mu Jin's downtime mind shifted forcibly, and remembered this part of the plot in the original work.

On New Year’s Eve, the original owner deceived Duan Rongrong in his name in order to make Yu Wenrui feel unhappy. At the same time, it was also the male Er Rongfeng who was deceived.

The original owner invited them to the ancestral hall where the sacrificial ceremony was about to be held, and used drugs to stun them and put them in a situation of stubborn things. When looking for Duan Rongrong but couldn’t find Yu Wenrui with a gloomy face, he led the court officials to the ancestral hall After that, I happened to see them waking up.

The two couldn't argue with each other, and only the emperor's thunder anger was waiting.

This really caused a lot of trouble for the protagonist.

While recalling, Mu Jin really pondered the possibility of the implementation of this plot while divergent thinking.

However, Duan Rongrong's completely trusted smiling face flashed in his mind first...Forget it, there is really no sense of accomplishment in deceiving such a silly girl.

Mu Jin refused to admit that there was a feeling of "reluctant" deep in his heart.

Then, in the original work, Rong Feng, who was just a guard, and now a school captain, thought about his blood-thirsty and quaint aura like a murder weapon, and felt that at this time, it would be her who would die if he used Mixiang to deal with him. .

She could think about it, and Yu Wenrui also watched her face change several times, but when she spoke with a smile, "Jinwen?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Mu Jin suddenly regained consciousness and replied with a natural appearance. "The slave thinks it is very good. Worshiping the ancestors on New Year's Eve will show your Majesty's respect for your ancestors and do it for the people of the world. Set a good example."

"Jinwen really has my heart." Yuwen Rui said.

He grabbed Mu Jin and asked about preparations for the New Year’s banquet. The last time he was asked in such detail was the Hundred Flower Festival. At that time, Mu Jin was not proficient in business. Many of his answers were reluctantly based on the original work. Tsing Mujin did everything personally, and no matter what Yu Wenrui asked, he responded calmly and did not leak.

This not only made Yu Wenrui his face satisfied, but also the smile of the book of rituals on the side was deeper.

Later, the two of them were released at the same time, and they were told that this year's New Year's Eve banquet was of great importance and should not be taken lightly.

After exiting the gate of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, the warm golden sun in winter shone on Mu Jin's white face, making her sullen and groggy in the hall slightly awake.

She was about to lift her leg back to the House of Internal Affairs, and when she turned around, she saw the smiling face of Shang Shu of the Ministry of Rites next to her.

"..." What's the matter with the inexplicable mother-in-law's eyes looking at her son-in-law.

"Master Guo, is there anything else?" Mu Jin's voice was a little dumb. "If there is nothing important, the slave has something to be busy here, so let's say goodbye."

"It's okay, it's okay." Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites smiled and said, "I just want to ask Mr. Mu, whether he prepared chestnut cakes at the New Year's banquet? My grandson is greedy, so this bite is good."

Hearing this, Mu Jin thought of what Rong Feng had said to her. When she was a child, she had worm fangs because of eating too much sugar. Since then, she kept away from sweets, and she couldn't help but a little smile appeared in her eyes.

I immediately realized that I had an undesirable emotion towards the characters in the plot, and immediately raised his face again, "Lieutenant Rong’s preferences, Shu Minion has no time to take care of, and I hope Master Guo reminds him that in order to prevent the minion’s equipment from being unpalatable, Let’s bring your own food."

All her changes have been collected from the book of the Ministry of Gifts, the little old man is not angry, but still smiles: "I will tell it for Director Mu."

Mu Jin was panicked by his laugh, and laughed twice, excuses that there was something else, and hurriedly turned and left.

The thought that this book of rituals is Rong Feng's grandfather, she always feels a little uncomfortable when facing him.

Besides, since the occurrence of the female protagonist being deceived away, she has always had a psychological shadow about leaving Duan Rongrong alone in the internal affairs office. She hurried back and hurried back to see Duan Rongrong. After the things, the hanging heart then let go.

Without Mu Jin, Duan Rongrong didn't have much energy to work. He was tidying up absent-mindedly, while looking up at the door distractedly. As soon as Mu Jin's figure appeared, she threw away the things in her hand happily and ran around. Arrived at Mu Jin's side.

Under Mu Jin's shocked gaze, Duan Rongrong was holding a writing brush for recording something, spinning around in mid-air like a windmill, and fell into a green glass vase with a snap.

A large ink dot is painted on the flower above.

"Cough, cough."

Duan Rongrong knew that he was in trouble and didn't dare to stick to Mu Jin anymore. He hurried to clean the vase. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Mu Jin walking towards him, standing upright and bowing his head to be trained.

Mu Jin stretched out his hand to help his more dizzy forehead, "When will you be able to correct your frizzy problem?"

Duan Rongrong heard the exhaustion in her tone and looked up at her worriedly, "Ms. Mu, you don't look good."

"80% of you are angry with you," Mu Jin said in an unpleasant manner.

She just said casually, expecting that Duan Rongrong’s carefree character would not care, but she had arranged all the papers that Duan Rongrong had messed up. Duan Rongrong was still standing on the spot looking at her, with his eyebrows drooping, looking like a quilt. The little squirrel kicked.

Mu Jin sighed secretly, "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Mu..." Duan Rongrong squeezed and squeezed, seeing Mu Jin's eyes become speechless, and then said in one breath, "Do you think I am too stupid, not only can I do nothing? I always trouble you."

As she talked, she became sad, "Do you think you would be a lot easier without me? If I didn't bump into you at the beginning, you wouldn't know me, so you would be much happier?"

Mu Jin stopped the movements in his hands and looked at the girl who dared not look at her with her head down.

She wanted to answer, yes.

But seeing this silly girl is really sad, her big eyes are covered with a layer of water mist, thinking that she should be surrounded by all kinds of male protagonists at this moment, and what to give, but now she can only rely on her as a villain , Even cautiously because of fear of being hated.

Mu Jin felt uncomfortable.

Stupid is a bit stupid, the heroine is also a beautiful and kind-hearted girl anyway, those heroes and heroines are blind in that eye, why can't they see it?

Duan Rongrong lowered his head, and without waiting for Mu Jin's answer, his whole heart began to sink.

Just when she was so frustrated that she didn’t know what to do, the familiar smell of incense came, and a slender white hand was not very proficient, even not tenderly, and screamed **** her head. She has grabbed some of her hair bun.

Duan Rongrong raised his eyes in a daze, seeing Mu Jin turning his head, revealing a reddish ear.

She covered her lips with her sleeves and coughed a few times, her voice was muted, "Just pay attention next time."

It sounds like the answer is not what was asked, but it was just a simple six words, Duan Rongrong's sinking heart took off quickly at the speed of a rocket, making her whole body floating.

She looked at Mu Jin like a drowning man looking at the only driftwood, like looking at precious redemption in this world of wandering.

Mu Jin suddenly felt that Duan Rongrong's temperament was a bit different, but when she looked back, she still felt a silly girl. She secretly sighed that she didn't know what she had lost, and she never thought about fighting for what she deserved.

"Girl." Mu Jin still wanted to work hard for her task. "As long as all slaves rely on the master's breath to seek a life, if you are a slave, sooner or later you don't know how you died."

She looked at Duan Rongrong seriously, "Even if it is me, I can't protect you forever."

So you quickly become awakened and fight for the position of your favorite concubine!

But Duan Rongrong's eyes were wide and he didn't mean the slightest pity, "Ms. Mu, look at Wu Yu, if I become Yu Wenrui's concubine, will I really be happy?"

In the middle of the red heart.

Mu Jin imagined putting Duan Rongrong into the sixth house, all day long, like a normal concubine, struggling for beauty and power, and quickly shook her head in her heart to get rid of the sight of her being eaten with no bones left.

In the final analysis, even the persuasive herself did not make up her mind to send Duan Rongrong on this road.

How can I hope to persuade Duan Rongrong himself?

Mu Jin sighed and stopped persuading.

With her dizzy and hot head, Mu Jin insisted on finishing the day's work. Even the big-hearted Duan Rongrong could see her uncomfortable, but she wondered how things were not done yet, so she refused to rest.

By the end of the night, Mu Jin's discomfort not only did not abate, but worsened, even when he stepped into the door of the house, his head became dizzy and almost stuck his head on the door frame.

This shocked Duan Rongrong who followed behind.

Regardless of Mu Jin's weak objections, Duan Rongrong held her and helped her onto the bed in the inner room. With her slender and round arms in her arms, her face turned red, and he realized that it was not the time to think about messy things.

"I told you, your body can't hold it." Duan Rongrong rarely had a straight face, "If I hadn't had to come back with you, if you fell in front of the house and stayed outside for a night, you would be cold !"

Mu Jin raised her eyes and tried her best to accuse her of her boldness with a sharp look, but after being ill, her watery eyes and thin red cheeks became more and more glamorous.

Duan Rongrong's momentum was like a deflated ball, and it softened all of a sudden.

"Wait," she said, turning around and ran out the door.

Mu Jin was so sick that she had no time to care about where she could go so late, living in her mind what she needed to do tomorrow, leaning on the bedpost, closing her eyes and resting her mind.

I don't know how long the time has passed, Mu Jin's dizzy and extremely sensitive hearing told her that there was falling snow gently outside the window.

Countless light shadows were reflected on the window lattices, Mu Jin opened his eyes slightly, and the trance memory was pulled back to the last time when there was such a heavy snow, Gu Qing slowly approached, facing the scattered snow in the sky, like the snow in winter. Banxian.

Her mind is not sober, the unique smell of medicinal fragrance mixed with cold fragrance really appeared in the nasal cavity for an instant, and she closed her eyes again to wake up from the hallucinations, but the soft and warm palms gently supported her. The back of her neck and legs were bent and she lay down on the bed.

The action made her wake up immediately.

Out of the vigilance of concealing his identity, Mu Jin abruptly resisted the reflex action of reaching out and covering his chest, kicked his legs back to the corner of the bed, and opened a pair of vigilant eyes to look forward.

Gu Qing's gentle and handsome face filled her entire vision, and her eyes were full of worry and distress.

For a while, Mu Jin couldn't distinguish between imagination and reality.

Gu Qing was sitting on the side of the bed with his medicine box beside him. Mu Jin looked at him, trying to distinguish, suddenly a Duan Rongrong's head came in by the head of the bed.

"Mr. Mu, you can quickly let Doctor Gu take a look." Duan Rongrong said, "He is the only one left in the entire hospital. He almost got off work and was caught by me."

Mu Jin:...

For a while, I don't know whether to be grateful that the person she met happened to be Gu Qing, or to be grateful that the workaholic Gu Qing came home late.