The Villain Is Always Afraid Of Collapse

Huigui's voice became very unpleasant, but his tone was still gentle and gentle.

However, to Mu Jin's ears, it was no less than the whisper of a demon.

It's over, it's over...

She felt these two characters flying around her head in a spiral shape, making her take a step back.

An He glanced at her strangely, no hostility in his eyes anymore, but a little care emerged, "What's the matter with you?"

Mu Jin didn't want to deal with her, just staring straight at Hui Guiren.

This is the only bargaining chip for this woman who has nothing at the moment. She doesn't believe she will use it.

She thought that Huigui was about to reveal her identity, but Huigui just covered her lips with her palms and coughed slightly.

Even if it was just a light cough, it was full of heart-piercing feelings, indicating that she was about to run out of breath.

"An'er," Hui Gui said hoarsely, "Go and pour a cup of tea for Mr. Mu."

An He replied, but this time he didn't make any excuses, and immediately got up and fell.

After she left the inner room, Hui Guiren looked at Mu Jin again, without any threat or pride, her eyes soft and pleading.

"The manager does not have to worry that I will reveal the manager's secrets." Every time she said a word, she would pause with difficulty. "But I hope that the manager will consider my previous request, not as a noble person, but as a woman. ...I hope you will pity the youngest son."

Mu Jin trembled all over.

At this time, An He ran back quickly. She held a glass of cold water and carefully handed it to Mu Jin, "We don't have hot water anymore, you will just order it."

Mu Jin took it and drank it without disgust, which made An He's eyes brighten, and her eyes softened a bit.

The cold water poured into his body, and Mu Jin felt calmer now.

Except for Gu Qing, Hui Guiren became the second person in the world who knew the identity of her daughter's family. She didn't know what the other party would do, and could not tolerate a slight sloppy.

"I came tonight to ask Huigui for an answer." Mu Jin felt the rough surface of the cup scraped across her fingertips, and the slightly painful touch calmed her down. "The last time Huigui said, I don't know it is. desirable?"

Hui Guiren showed a clear look. Just when she was about to speak, she broke out with an earth-shattering cough. An He patted her back hastily, but this time she couldn't stop.

Suddenly she pushed Anhe away and put her head out of the bed. With a "poof", she coughed up a large amount of congestion, which was also mixed with pieces of internal organs.

An He stared at the ground blankly, and even forgot to cry: "Mother, mother..."

Mu Jin also froze on the spot, and this **** sight evoked a scene of memories hidden deep in her mind.

Laughing face, teasing her parents, a car driving at high speed.

Immediately, a truck ignoring the red light and suddenly rushed out of the intersection. Father could not dodge, and their car was run over.

At the same time, the parents stretched out their hands and pushed her out of the car, but the next second, their smiling faces were crushed into pieces of meat.

Can't fight it anymore.

Mu Jin stretched out his hand to hold the bedpost and tried his best to pull himself out of his memory.

In the swaying sight, An He's anxious expression, and Hui Guiren's embarrassment that he couldn't hold himself up with his arms several times.

"Mu, Manager Mu," Huigui's voice was almost inaudible, "I will tell you everything you want to know, but you have to agree to my request--"

Mu Jin looked at her motionlessly.

Hui Guiren grabbed An He's hand, and stared at Mu Jin with eyes coughing up blood and tears.

"I am a, a woman, and a mother. As long as you promise to take care of my child, I will tell you everything I know."

For a moment, the face in front of me overlapped with the mother's face in my memory.

They are full of blood and tears, and they want to win a chance for their children.

"Mother, mother." An He grasped her hand tightly and let out a weak cry.

Mu Jin closed her eyelashes.

"I promise you."

Even if Huigui didn't have this requirement, she would take care of Anhe.

This is the plot arranged by the original for her.

But Huigui didn't know that after Mu Jin gave her promise, she seemed to have fulfilled her last long-cherished wish, and there was no motivation to support her to live.

She collapsed suddenly.

"Mother—"

An He had a premonition and lay on Hui Guiren's body crying.

Hui Guiren stretched out his scrawny arm with difficulty, fiddled with the bedside table that had been turned over just now, and opened a small cassette.

Unexpectedly, there was nothing valuable in it, only a letterhead.

She took out the letter paper with a trembling hand and held it in front of Mu Jin, "Everything you want to know is in it."

Mu Jin took it and saw a few large characters "My sister kisses my sister" written on the envelope.

This is a personal letter written by Hui Kangsheng to Hui Guiren.

Looking up again, Mu Jin was still waiting to ask something, but Hui Guiren was looking at An He with a very gentle and unwilling gaze, and gently touched her hair.

Mu Jin couldn't ask anything.

"Child, live like the story you love..."

An He choked in his throat, couldn't say anything, just nodded in confusion.

She sobbed: "Mother, don't leave me..."

Huigui was no longer able to make a sound. She glanced at Mu Jin lightly, including all the thoughts and pleadings of a mother.

Then, even though the pair was tortured so far in the predicament, they still kept their gentle and gentle eyes and closed them forever.

"Mother? Mother! Mother! ——"

The cry of the little child shakes off the snow on the eaves.

Mu Jin stiffly received the letter with his fingers, and put his hand on An He's shoulder.

"This is not the time to be sad..." Don't forget who caused your current misery.

However, she didn't have time to say the second half of her sentence.

An He turned around and hugged Mu Jin's waist with her little arm.

Mu Jin froze on the spot.

She felt An He's small body trembling, trying to suppress her grief.

"I don't have a mother anymore, my mother is dead, and I will never have a mother again..."

Mu Jin's heart trembled, and the wetness in the corner of her eyes was suppressed severely.

Suddenly, she didn't want to cast a shadow of hatred against her father on the heart of this child who was already sad enough.

...Forget it, I'll do the task tomorrow.

Now, let this child cry presumptuously.

Crying for the last softness in her heart, she died.

Mu Jin did not reach out to hug An He, nor did she stop her crying, but just stood upright, letting her spill the tears in front of her.

When An He's voice gradually weakened, he said, "Cry enough, stand up and go back with me."

An He raised his swollen eyes, his voice hoarse and pitiful, "Can't I stay with my mother one night?"

"If you stay with her for ten nights, she won't be able to come back alive again." Mu Jin lowered her head and looked into her eyes, and forced her voice to be cold and piercing. "An He, the first one you need to recognize from now on The reality is that no one will protect you anymore. If you don't stand up by yourself, I will leave you here."

An He tremblingly looked back at his mother's appearance, let go of Mu Jin, and cleaned up her mother's hair and clothes.

Mu Jin didn't interfere, letting her say goodbye to her mother in her own way.

"Mother, will she be buried?"

"You can follow me with peace of mind, and I will arrange." You can be my little girl with peace of mind, don't worry about other things.

Mu Jin wanted to show off the character, but An He stood up and came to her as if he had taken a reassurance.

In the short time of bidding farewell, she had calmed down, looking at Mu Jin with sadness, but the persistence to live.

"I know that you call me for my good." She looked up and said, "I will listen to you in the future and try my best to protect myself, so as not to mess with you."

Mu Jin: ...?

What's wrong again?

She shouldn’t say at this time, “You cruel and ruthless villain, I want to hate you and the father, you better not be caught by me, or I will kill you too”...?

So she could smile evilly, "You bite, if you bite it, I will lose."

Then you can take the little princess away and cultivate into a double-edged sword. From then on, she will be able to chop off her father and Mu Jin himself.

However, although things are a bit different now, the little princess is still willing to go with her, so there shouldn't be a big deviation... right?

In any case, Mu Jin did not intend to leave An He in the palace of his mother who had just died.

Even though it was late that night, Mu Jin still woke up early the next day.

The source of waking up was a surprised scream in the outer room: "Ah!"

Mu Jin quickly sat up, rubbed his swollen forehead, put on his clothes and went to the outer room.

She glanced at An He who was sitting on the soft collapse of the outer room, and confirmed that her mental state was still normal. Then she shifted her gaze to look at Duan Rongrong, who was holding the basin and stunned by the door.

"Are you wood?" Mu Jin rubbed his temples and glanced at her sternly.

Duan Rongrong's eyes circled around Mu Jin and An He, and carefully stepped in with the basin, and placed the basin on the shelf.

She looked at Mu Jin again, biting her lower lip with a look of aggrieved expression.

Mu Jin:?

She obviously didn't do anything, so why did she have the sense of seeing the little wife who was growing out of bread, and being caught by the elder wife?

Seeing Duan Rongrong came to An He who was watching all this, put his hand in front of him, and performed a court ceremony in a proper manner.

"The slave and maid did not know that the princess was coming, and did not prepare the princess's washing utensils in advance, please forgive the princess."

Mu Jin raised an eyebrow.

It seemed that her tongue was not in vain, but Duan Rongrong still got a little better.

An He looked at Duan Rongrong and was silent with no expression on his face.

Duan Rongrong gritted his teeth, knelt down and gave a larger ceremony.

"A few days ago, the slave and maid did not change the rules and ran into the princess. I hope that the princess will have a lot to forgive the slave's impoliteness."

Oh humiliation.

This made Mu Jin a little stunned.

Unexpectedly, the heroine not only took off her eyes from the top of her head, but she could also draw inferences about it.

She was looking at Duan Rongrong with joy, just like looking at the cabbage that had just sprouts in her vegetable garden. She felt a look at her, and she met An He's eyes as soon as she raised her head.

An He looked at her, then at Duan Rongrong, and said hoarsely, "Is she yours?"

Mu Jin always felt that this sentence was weird.

But when it comes to Duan Rongrong's future, she can't pretend to be deaf.

"Yes." Mu Jin replied lazily, and while slowly putting on his coat, he walked out with a slight yawn.

Qianqian's body is shaped like a new branch of a willow tree, fresh and pliable. Since she is just getting up, her demeanor is even more lazy and charming.

For a while, the eyes of the girls and girls were firmly attached to her.

"Rongrong may be a bit sloppy and stupid." Mu Jin glanced at Duan Rongrong, who wrinkled her face into a bun in an instant, and a smile appeared in her eyes, "...but it's a rare person in this palace, princess. Don't worry."

Duan Rongrong interrupted suddenly: "Manager Mu thinks that I am innocent and unpretentious, completely different from those coquettish **** in the harem?"

Mu Jinka said, "What are you talking nonsense again!"

The heroine finally felt that she had improved a little, and she was beaten back to her original form by accident.

When will she learn not to talk, those modern stalks, the ancients did not understand, and they were not afraid of embarrassment when they said it.

Duan Rongrong stuck out his tongue, lowered his eyebrows and stopped speaking.

Although they looked naked and white-faced, how An He couldn't tell, whether it was Mu Jin or Duan Rongrong, they had deep trust in each other, and very real feelings.

She heard that she didn't want them to continue to give birth to gaps, nodded silently, and then reacted to Duan Rongrong: "Nothing, please get up."

Duan Rongrong saw that the little princess had no airs. She was originally worried about whether she would make things difficult for her and jumped up happily, "Thank you princess!"

"Cough." Mu Jin coughed softly.

"...I mean, thank the fourth princess for her impunity." Duan Rongrong stopped immediately and bowed her respect.

An He grasped the quilt tightly, opened the quilt and collapsed, first put on the shoes, and then tidy up the appearance of his body. Only then did An He take an eager step to come to Mu Jin who had just washed his face.

Small fingers grabbed Mu Jin's sleeve, but his eyes looked in the direction of Duan Rongrong, and said, "When can I bury my mother?"

Mu Jin was taken with her arms crooked, turned her head to see Duan Rongrong's expression on her stomach, and wanted to throw An He's hand away. After thinking about it, she couldn't bear it.

"I am not a slave to handle the death of my concubine." Mu Jin said, "I have sent someone to inform Your Majesty, the princess does not have to worry."

Hearing your Majesty, Anhe Gujing Wubo's small face showed a hint of sarcasm. She opened her mouth to say something, and when she saw Duan Rongrong standing aside, she closed her mouth again.

Mu Jin looked at them, always feeling that there was an inexplicable atmosphere between the two girls.

She wanted to scratch her head.

"Girl, come and bring some food." She told Duan Rongrong, "The princess was sad yesterday and needs to eat well today."

Duan Rongrong should be. She avoided Mu Jin's gaze and glared at An He as she declared war.

An He lowered his face, but before Duan Rongrong went out, his small body leaned against Mu Jin again.

Mu Jin only regarded her as a mother who just died, and came to a strange place at a young age. She was a little afraid of life, so she didn't stop.

Duan Rongrong's nose was almost crooked.

She glared at Mu Jin, who was like a wood, and turned around and went out.

Mu Jin glared at him inexplicably.

Mu Jin didn't feel much about your coming and going between the two people, but maybe it was the sixth sense of a woman's innateness. She felt that she couldn't keep these two people in the same room for a long time.

So after the breakfast was served, she thought of an excuse to take Duan Rongrong away.

"I got up late today and didn't go to see the minions work." Mu Jin looked at Duan Rongrong who was diligently placing the tableware, "Now I want to take care of the princess, you can watch it for me."

Duan Rongrong slapped half of the porcelain spoon into the porridge bowl.

She raised her head and looked at Mu Jin eagerly, "Mr. Mu...you have always eaten breakfast with me."

Mu Jingang wanted to say that she didn't stop talking nonsense, obviously many eunuchs and palace ladies ate together.

But before he could say anything, An He sat down on the chair and grabbed a crystal steamed bun.

Mu Jin said: "I don't understand the rules again? I didn't see the princess has already started to eat, go down quickly."

Duan Rongrong was wronged, gritted his teeth and stared at An He.

Unmoved by An He, the couple swallowed a small bun.

Mu Jin saw that the child had short hands and was struggling to reach a bun, so he stretched out his chopsticks and caught one for her.

Turning his head, seeing Duan Rongrong's eyes scorchingly fixed there, he asked in surprise: "Are you not going?"

"Go, go, I'm going." Duan Rongrong muttered, "I don't see Mr. Mu's delicate eyes, but he still likes the new and dislikes the old..."

Mu Jin raised her eyebrows, "What are you whispering about?"

"The slave maid dare not," Duan Rongrong was angry, and quickly bowed down to Mu Jin, then turned around violently, "The slave maid will go now."

"..."

Mu Jin looked back at An He's eyes as if he was reprimanding her for not restraining the people under her. He wanted to restore the villain's overbearing and evil image, and blurted out in a hurry, "My people, occasionally arrogant, there is nothing wrong with it."

After speaking, she immediately wanted to punch herself.

Why is it getting darker and darker!

An He was stunned, and she let go of the bun that had been bitten.

She looked at Mu Jin, and in the wolfish eyes, there was a cautious look.

"I am now yours?"

...?

Mu Jin answered yes, no, no, he just felt that a few more hairs were lost in a moment.

Seeing that she didn't answer, An He's eyes darkened, and she tried her best to straighten her chest out, making a look of interrogation, but her voice showed timidity.

"You...didn't you agree to take care of me, mother?"

Mu Jin knew that she was upset, and he hesitated to raise her hand, touched her head lightly in her expectant gaze, and quickly took it back.

She raised her eyebrows and said solemnly: "The minion has not been to Luoxue Pavilion last night, and I don't know what Huigui said. The princess didn't know her way and ran into the minion. Naturally, the minion could not leave the princess alone." She looked at Anhe. The princess must be careful not to speak nonsense."

These words seemed to separate the relationship between them, but in fact they admitted the deal last night.

An He hummed softly and bowed his head to eat.

Mu Jin watched her drink another bowl of porridge, thinking about it for a long time, but still asked the question that lingered in her heart all night.

"An He, last night..." Mu Jin glanced at An He's expression vaguely, and really saw that when she talked to her, her smiling face quickly drooped down, "The story your mother told you last night, What is it?"

An He lowered his head, his chopsticks poke the bottom of the porridge in the bowl twice, "That's the story of an unloved prince who won the throne."

Mu Jin was stunned.

She thought about many kinds of answers, but she had never thought of this one.

"Then Huigui means... let you fight for the throne?" Mu Jin's voice was lightened, as if he was afraid that the wall would have ears.

An He poked the remaining rice in the bowl full of holes. She raised her head to look at Mu Jin and frowned, "I don’t know. Mother has never expected me like this. She only hopes that we can Eat and dress warmly without being bullied."

There was a stiff smile on her immature face.

"I didn't expect the emperor's wife and daughter to have such a wish."

As a father, being able to be so hated by his daughter is the first one for a male protagonist.

She hit the railroad while it was hot: "Anhe, remember how you feel at the moment, remember who caused you to fall here, and your mother is sick and without medical treatment."

An He nodded seriously: "I will definitely remember it, and I will never forget it for the rest of my life."

The progress was so smooth that Mu Jin, who had never seen a character story online, felt a little ecstatic and almost burst into tears.

She turned her head away and didn't see An He's soft eyes when she looked at her.

You are the only one who is sad for what happened to me.

An He said silently in his heart.

No matter what you want me to do, I will definitely not let you down.

After all, An He couldn't stay with Mu Jin forever. Mu Jin was only to help her spend the first night of losing her mother. After hearing that the emperor had sent someone to Luoxue Pavilion to deal with Huigui's funeral, she sent An He back.

Since Yu Wenrui turned a blind eye to their mother and daughter before Huigui's life, she died at this moment, so naturally she wouldn't have more honors and favors.

Huigui was buried quietly in accordance with the ordinary noble etiquette, without arousing any splashes.

As the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Mu Jin secretly added a layer to the funeral goods, which could be regarded as her final seeing off to this gentle woman.

The emperor didn't take Huiguiren seriously, so Mu Jin, the general manager, was naturally inconvenient to come forward in person. An He followed the car that transported Huiguiren's coffins all the way to the gate of the palace where he could no longer follow him.

She stood on the edge of the imperial city in winter, watching her mother disappear beyond the vermillion gate. She turned around and looked at the endless terraces and palaces and the towering city walls. The last tear in her eyes was gradually dried by the wind.

Over there, An He went to see off his mother, and Mu Jin called in the second brother Zhong Ru.

Since replacing Zhang Mingxu, she deeply felt that the younger brother she had selected was different from the hard-matched brother, who was practical and reliable, and full of reliability.

Zhong Ru still had facial paralysis, standing respectfully in front of Mu Jin, waiting for her instructions.

Mu Jin took out the carefully hidden letter from his arms and handed it to Zhong Ru, "Look, see if you have any impression of it."

She just asked casually, and didn't expect Zhong Ru to answer anything. After all, before she promoted him, he was just an ordinary member of the gentleman Mei, I am afraid that he would not have access to such confidential matters.

After receiving the letter from Hui Guiren last night, she came back and studied it carefully, but she didn't see any way out.

Inside is a letter written by the nine-sect admiral Hui Kangsheng, perhaps because he doesn't want his sister to know too much, the whole letter seems vague, only one thing is worth noting.

According to this letter, the group of alien parties that Zhang Mingxu took to encircle and suppress was arranged there after consultation with Huikangsheng and his people. The purpose... is to attract Mu Jin to the bait.

The letter did not specify who the negotiation was with.

Mu Jin casually poured herself a cup of tea, waited for Zhong Ru to finish reading the letter, and then continued to answer her face with the coffin, "I don't know the subordinates, please tell me, Jun Mei."

But as soon as she handed the teacup to her lips, she caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye. After seeing the writing on the letter, Zhong Ru's steady hands trembled.

Ok?

Mu Jin keenly noticed something wrong,

She immediately turned her head and stared at Zhong Ru's expression closely, not letting the slightest fluctuation be missed.

Zhong Ru read it quickly. After reading it, he closed the letter and placed it on the lit candle aside under Mu Jin's sign, and watched it burn to ashes.

"How?" Mu Jin stared at him, using a question, but with a certain tone, "You know this."

"Or... you know this person?"

Zhong Ru raised his eyes to look back at her. There was no guilty conscience on his rigid face, and he did not evade.

"Mr. Mei, yes."