The Villain Is Always Afraid Of Collapse

Having not eaten for a few days, Mu Jin turned her head so violently that she was a little dizzy. She put her elbows on the bed, held her forehead with one hand and reacted for a while, before raising her eyes to look at the bed.

She thought she was starving.

Seeing her so weak, the distress in his eyes became more intense. He took out a familiar vial from his sleeve and held it under Mu Jin's nose.

"I heard that you are hungry for many days and it is not suitable to eat too much food. In order to restore some strength as soon as possible, let's use this first."

The scent of Xingshensan drifted into the nasal cavity, and his brain suddenly cleared, and Mu Jin's eyes gradually cleared.

She stared at the distressed person until she called out his name, still a little illusory.

"Zhang Mingxu?"

Hearing her own name chanting from her mouth, Zhang Mingxu's eyes flashed with water.

"Well, it's me." He saw that Mu Jin was weak and difficult, and he stuffed Xingshensan into her hand, and boldly held her hand, "You hold on, Doctor Gu and Zhongru have already gotten it. Contact, everyone is trying to save you out."

Mu Jin was stunned, and didn't want to understand how these names came together for a while.

When they heard that they wanted to save themselves, a wave of joy came up, making Mu Jin's pale cheeks a little blush, but she had to suppress the joy and abandoned her gaze.

She was bored in her tone, as if she had lost interest in everything in the world.

"What are you doing with this effort."

Zhang Mingxu looked at her pale and weak face with the breath of air like a gossamer, feeling that her whole person seemed to be turned into steam, full of boredom and disappointment in the world.

His heart suddenly throbbed, and at the same time, there was anger towards Yu Wenrui.

The person who had bright eyes and could fascinate with a smile was broken by his pride and tortured to this point.

Mu Jin didn't know what he was making up in his brain, only felt that a sad breath broke out around her, causing the hair on the back of her neck to stand up.

She turned her head and saw Zhang Mingxu's eyes were red, and the look of Ai Ai appeared on her face for the first time. She opened her mouth several times, and closed it again tremblingly.

Mu Jin:?

She almost wanted to look at herself, to see if there were any signs that her life was coming soon.

Then she heard Zhang Mingxu's trembling voice: "Did he... force you?"

Mu Jin's expression was blank for a moment.

Is this...is the meaning she understands?

But this moment of silence seemed to cause Zhang Mingxu's misunderstanding. His hands on the bed clenched tightly into fists, and then couldn't bear it, and slammed into the bedpost on the side.

The thin curtain was shaken twice, and it fell down to reach Mu Jin's body.

Mu Jin was sure, that's what it meant.

There was an unspeakable embarrassment in her heart, with the character of the original owner, whether it was said or not, it seemed that it would collapse.

She had to close her eyes not to look at him, and turned her head to avoid being questioned.

This behavior completely confirmed Zhang Mingxu's guess. He stared at Mu Jin, his eyes showing deep distress and pain.

He grew up with Mu Jin since he was a child, and how proud Mu Jin is, he knows better than anyone else.

How dare Yu Wenrui, how dare he...

Zhang Mingxu stood up suddenly.

With his red eyes, he was about to turn around and leave immediately. Mu Jin knew that he couldn't do any good things right now, and shouted: "Stop."

Zhang Mingxu stopped, his back with his fists clenched looked trembling slightly.

Mu Jin's voice was cold: "What are you going to do?"

"Find a way and kill him."

Mu Jin: "Who to kill?"

Zhang Mingxu wanted to answer, but was afraid that even saying that person's name would be a kind of harm to Mu Jin. He hesitated and said in a low voice: "You wait patiently, I will definitely save you."

Mu Jin took a deep breath slowly. Her current state was not suitable for speaking too violently. Just now she said the word stop, which made her feel a little breathless.

She sat up from the bed and sneered weakly, "Zhang Mingxu, in your heart, am I the kind of waste waiting to die?"

Zhang Mingxu's eyes lit up suddenly, he turned around and looked at Mu Jin, full of incredible surprises: "Jinwen, you..."

I, I don't speak anymore, you will leave the main line of the villain.

Mu Jin secretly said in her heart.

She looked at Zhang Mingxu's expression as if to cry with joy, and felt a little touched.

This original little brother, who didn't know when he became crooked, was thrown aside without hesitation, but before he knew it, he actually grew back, and he was more loyal than before.

Even if you don't know the truth or not, this is the only opportunity Mu Jin can seize, and can't let him make trouble.

"Come here." In Zhang Mingxu's expectant eyes, Mu Jin said softly, "Give me something to eat, and then prepare paper and pen for me."

Zhang Mingxu nodded vigorously, with clear dampness in his eyes, he walked over and opened the food box for Mu Jin.

To appease Zhang Mingxu who was running away, Mu Jin seemed to be bored, but she couldn't wait to take over her job. When the first bite of food entered her stomach, she was almost moved to tears.

But in order not to collapse, she was still pale and ate in small bites.

Ah... I almost became the first host to be starved to death.

Zhang Mingxu watched her sip something without blinking.

With her pride, it is bound to be unbearable to bear this kind of humiliating life, even to eat so reluctantly, if she comes later, I am afraid...

Zhang Mingxu closed his eyes bitterly and kicked out his hypothesis.

He waited until Mu Jin had almost eaten before making a soft voice, as if he was afraid that a louder voice would stimulate her.

"I didn't bring pen and paper today, you can tell me what you want."

…

The unfamiliar Junxiu **** took over the errand to deliver the meal to Director Mu, and the other palace servants in the Hydra Palace were naturally relieved.

They continued to do the work in their hands tacitly, while paying attention to the movement in the temple, and if nothing unexpected happened, they would ring again... ringing...

The pruning flowers were almost bald, and they didn't hear a familiar sound from inside. Several palace members couldn't help but get together and talked in a whisper.

"What's going on, Chief Mu didn't embarrass this little eunuch?"

"Eighty percent are hungry, Mr. Mu's thin body, how can he withstand so many days of fasting."

"I think it was Mr. Mu who fell asleep. The father-in-law didn't dare to wake her, and he didn't dare to leave, so he stopped there and waited for Mr. Mu to wake up..."

Before the little **** had finished speaking, their long-awaited voice came from the hall.

Accompanied by the sound of cups and plates breaking, the little father-in-law who had just entered did not come out for a while. When he appeared again, he was quite embarrassed, not only with overturned vegetable soup, but also with a few cuts in his clothes.

"Look, what I said." said the little **** who had just spoken last.

"Manager Mu is really getting more and more ferocious." A little palace lady sighed, looking quite distressed, "But it's a good one, and suddenly he was imprisoned here by the emperor. I'm afraid that everyone..."

"Stop talking!" Another court lady hit her, "You don't want your head?"

She looked at her eyes red, as if Zhang Mingxu, who had been wronged just now, showed a slightly dreamy expression, "This little father-in-law is so handsome... Manager Mu is really good at it."

Talking about Zhang Mingxu, he passed by them, seeing all of them sympathizing, and returning a weak smile.

"This is really not an easy job." Zhang Mingxu's tone was still a little scared, but there was a strong look on his face, and he said fearlessly, "Everyone won't have to work hard in the future, just let me do it."

Several palace members were shocked, looking at Zhang Mingxu's gaze is no different from looking at the hero who saved the world.

Zhang Mingxu smiled again, and left with a vain step.

In order to prevent the people outside from doubting, Mu Jin broke the dish containing the vegetables casually after eating as usual. In order to show that he did not treat Zhang Mingxu special, he also spilled the vegetable soup all over him.

She was sure that nothing strange would be revealed before she let Zhang Mingxu go.

Looking at Zhang Mingxu's back, Mu Jin relaxedly leaned back.

"Ah..." She sighed to the system, "It's so good to feel full for the first time when I grow up so big."

System: "Looking at what you are doing, is it enough for your pursuit of life to be reduced to fullness?"

"What's the matter." Mu Jin got up, "Didn't I start to walk the plot again professionally? While asking Zhang Mingxu to contact Zhongru, while sending some secret words that only we know to Zhuangcheng, I can't get out of it. What can I do to go."

The system was silent for a moment: "Do you really think Zhang Mingxu is credible? You drove him away before, and he still has contact with Xu Luzhao."

"Even if it is not credible, there is currently no other way to deliver the news." Mu Jin recalled Zhang Mingxu's reaction to her situation, "Xu Luzhao's matter, there should be other hidden information, I will figure it out."

The system doesn't believe it very much. In its data analysis, people who have experienced betrayal tend to be more likely to turn back. It doesn't understand why Mu Jin trusts him again.

Mu Jin can't explain to the system. The biggest difference between people and systems is that people's "feelings" are more difficult to control than data.

Mu Jin looked at the empty hall, the closed doors and windows prevented the sunlight from coming in, and the whole hall looked dark and depressed.

It's like a well-built cage.

…

Ping Mo Tuo.

Winter at the border gate was a bit later than Yanjing. Rong Feng’s horse galloped in the snow, and the ink horse, silver armor and red tassel, galloped past like a fierce lightning in the snow.

He ran to a hillside, and there was no way to go before he stopped.

The border was vast, and an exceptionally huge red sun was slowly falling, and large patches of snow fell on the armor of his shoulders, melting into snow water.

He looked into the distance, which was Yanjing's direction.

Rong Feng stood alone in the snow for a long time, until the horizon gradually sank, and the last strong ray of the setting sun coated the whole earth with a **** brilliance.

He just rode his horse and turned around, instead of running like he did when he came, but with the pace of a little boy in Beijing playing.

When I reached the bottom of the mountain, I ran into Duchamp, the military adviser who was looking for him.

"General!"

Duchamp does not know martial arts. He has always been difficult in the bitter cold of this frontier. He was wrapped up like a ball and ran towards Rong Feng on horseback.

Rong Feng felt a little bit of joy, and the frozen emotion between his eyebrows moved, and a smile appeared, "What's the matter?"

Duchamp pushed his mouth from the thick fur collar with difficulty, "There is another person under the mountain."

Rong Feng's eyes condensed, "Go."

He just caught the horse's belly, and Duchamp added: "Miss Biao seems to be very interested in the incoming person, and has been asking who it is. The generals also know the big bosses in the army, I'm afraid..."

Hearing this, the expression on Rong Feng's eyebrows became colder.

"No matter who it is, once the military plane is leaked, he will be served in military discipline." He finished coldly, and the black and silver figure quickly ran toward the stationed place with a horse's belly.

Duchamp smiled bitterly behind him.

"It's easy to say, there are a few men in this world who can be like you, the general, but the beauty is not tempted at the moment."

He sighed, hurriedly urged the horse, and followed his general.

Rong Feng did not rest all the way, and returned to the station within half an hour.

He dismounted in front of the garrison, handed the rein of the horse into the hands of the soldiers who came to meet him, and asked casually: "Where are the people down the mountain?"

"Back to the general, in the general's account." The soldier replied.

"Where is the girl?" Rong Feng asked again.

The soldier's rough face turned red under the wind and rain, "also in the general's account."

Rong Feng frowned.

At this time, Duchamp also caught up, and he was able to dismount, and he happened to see Rong Feng's straight back, and he sighed again when he thought of the recent events in the barracks.

Because of the mysterious person's letter, Rong Feng reluctantly prepared a camp for Xu Luzhao, and as expected, within two days, this young lady was alone and rushed to the frontier in a desolate manner.

As soon as she saw Rong Feng, she cried out "cousin" and wanted to plunge her head into Rong Feng's arms.

Duchamp still remembers the position of his general.

At that time, Rong Feng retreated a few steps, as if Miss Xu, with a beautiful face and a beautiful face, was the source of some terrible disease. Amidst everyone’s stunned eyes, Rong Feng said blankly: "Keep the habits you left after going to the epidemic area. distance."

Duchamp also had no expression on his face: When Mr. Mu was there, you almost put yourself on someone else's body.

After Xu Luzhao's tragic cry about how he made suggestions for the uncle's family, but was ruthlessly swept out of the house, he succeeded in arousing a wave of sympathy from the rough guys.

Only Rong Feng remained unmoved, but ordered her to live, almost deliberately avoiding her behind.

Duchamp understood Rong Feng's thoughts.

Even if you don’t say that there is Mr. Mu, you can say that Miss Xu is just having a temper with her family, and she ignores her ten years of nourishment. Turning around, she has such resentment towards Prime Minister Xu’s family. This can be called a white-eyed wolf. It’s no wonder that Rong Feng couldn’t stand it.

Rong Feng returned to the tent. The cold snow on the armor melted quickly after contacting room temperature. After walking, he printed a dark brown watermark on the blanket.

Xu Luzhao was sitting at Rong Feng's low table, pulling the person who delivered the letter to ask questions, just like a mistress.

Under the low table, it was the leopard skin that was spread.

When Xu Luzhao saw Rong Feng coming back, he quickly got up with a gentle and dignified smile, and said in a slightly coquettish tone: "Cousin, look at this man, I asked him who sent the letter, but he didn't say, I let He left the letter to me for safekeeping, and he didn't give it."

Rong Feng frowned and said in a cold tone, "Don't you know, is this a military camp?"

Xu Luzhao's expression was stunned, and a little aggrieved: "Of course I know, isn't this your place?"

"This is the place of the emperor. It is the place of Dayan. I would never dare to take your words." Rong Feng looked down. This time the letter was delivered by a thin old man. After seeing Rong Feng, he was a little nervous. A respectful and grateful smile appeared on his dark face.

Xu Luzhao was stabbed twice by Rong Feng, and the smile on her face faded. Seeing Rong Feng looking at the old man, she said: "I told him several times, and it is the same as giving it to you and me. I don't know how to peek, he just won't give it, so many soldiers are watching my jokes, it makes me faceless..."

Duchamp heard such a sentence as soon as he entered the account. If it weren't for his thick dress and high collar, I'm afraid the twitching corners of his mouth would not be able to hide.

This girl Xu... is she stupid or not very clever...

Sure enough, Rong Feng's originally indifferent face finally changed after hearing this sentence.

His deep brow furrowed into a gulch, and his eyes shot at Xu Luzhao like a sharp sword, "This is a military camp, how is it a trifle! If you ask the messenger to hand over the secret letter to you today, will you be able to hand the secret letter to you at will tomorrow? Others? What kind of style!"

Rong Feng nowadays is no longer the chic young master in Beijing.

The fierce evil spirit of the dead mountain and blood that climbed to the top was precipitated on his body. Even if he hadn't got angry, he just sank his face and shouted in a low voice, causing the air pressure in the account to instantly drop, full of tension.

Xu Luzhao's face turned pale immediately, "Cousin, me, I just want the old man to go back soon..."

Rong Feng stopped paying attention to her. He personally held the old man's hand and picked him up, "Old man, do you want to give me something?"

The old man kept watching Rong Feng and Xu Luzhao communicate with a look of rejoicing in his eyes. At this moment, seeing Rong Feng personally come to help him, showing a bit flattered, he quickly took out the letter in his arms and stuffed it into Rong Feng's hands. It's just finished.

Xu Luzhao said unconvincedly: "Look, my cousin, this old man is also very careful. It doesn't matter if you don't talk to me, even if you are so negligent to you."

Rong Feng's hand paused, and then he raised his hand to call someone in, and sent the old man out as if there was no such person.

When Xu Luzhao saw that Rong Feng was ignoring her, he was anxious. When he saw him, he had been waiting at the door. At this time, the soldier who came in to see the old man gave her an indescribable look, and his heart sank.

What's wrong, did she say something wrong?

Du Shang couldn't stand it anymore, and whispered: "Miss Xu, could it be that you didn't realize that the old man is a dumb person?"

Xu Luzhao's eyes widened in astonishment: "What?"

Rong Feng temporarily took the letter into his arms, and looked at Xu Luzhao's gaze, and even the most basic courtesy were gone, only the most indifferent expression remained.

"Cousin." Xu Luzhao was stunned, as if she had realized something, her expression became flustered, "You can't drive me away! You are my last support. I am alone in a daughter's house, and I have to work hard to find you here. It’s yours!"

Duchamp showed an expression as if swallowing a fly, looking at Xu Luzhao's eyes clearly that she was crazy.

Rong Feng faced Xu Luzhao who wanted to rush up to grab him, only slightly tilted his body and avoided her easily.

However, Xu Luzhao fell to the ground because of a sudden loss of support.

She had never felt that Rong Feng would have such a cold and arrogant expression.

"I only tell you this time," Rong Feng lowered his eyes, looking at her eyes is no different from looking at a dead person, "I take you in, but it doesn't mean that I want you, you can do it for yourself."

Immediately he said to Du Shang: "Ms. Xu is too homesick and mentally disordered. From today onwards, don't let her leave her camp."

Duchamp understood, and Xu Luzhao understood.

Her expression solidified, and she looked at Rong Feng incredulously.

"You can't do this to me!"

Rong Feng said indifferently: "Take Miss Xu down, don't want her to eat or drink."

Xu Luzhao was still yelling unwillingly, saying that Rong Feng could not treat her like this, but until she was dragged out of Rong Feng's camp, Rong Feng didn't give her another look.

Xu Luzhao looked back blankly, her panicked and innocent expression gradually darkened.

"You can't do this to me... you will regret it, you will regret it."

Hearing Xu Luzhao's voice finally disappeared, Rong Feng squeezed his eyebrows, rubbed the gully between the eyebrows, and muttered in a low voice: "My daughter's house is just getting a headache."

Duchamp wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, so he clenched his fist and coughed in front of his mouth.

The sweetheart who co-authored your old man is a "boy", so he has a standpoint to say such a thing, right?

Rong Feng’s emotional state was only displayed for a moment. In the next second, he changed back to the brave and combative General Dayan. He took off his helmet and armor and placed it on the table, lighting up the oil lamp, and reading the letter. stand up.

He looked at the front look normal, but when he scanned the bottom line of small print, his expression suddenly became gloomy.

Seeing Rong Feng's eyes getting deeper and deeper, Du Shang couldn't help asking: "General, is there anything urgent?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Rong Feng's hand holding the letter suddenly tightening, and the fragile paper was pinched into his palm, and immediately crumpled into a ball.

"General, general?" Duchamp looked scared, even if he had received enough information to change the situation of the battle before, the general had never been so gloomy.

Rong Feng did not answer. He stared at the flames of the oil lamp jumping, his face sank into half-bright and half-darkness, apparently entering some kind of struggle.

After a while, he stood up without warning and was about to walk out of the account.

"General!" Duchamp called.

Rong Feng's figure stopped. He was holding the letter that had long been incomplete, his tall and solid back showed a bit of decadence and determination.

"Duchamp." He turned around, the light in his brown eyes was silent, "I'll explain something to you. You are the commander in chief temporarily. I need to go back to Yanjing."

…

"Are those letters sent in accordance with my requirements?" Mu Jin asked Zhang Mingxu in a deep voice after she ran out of food.

After several days of recuperation, her face has improved a lot, at least not so white as if she could drift away at any time.

Zhang Mingxu looked at her with relief, "natural."

Mu Jin couldn't bear the same look in his mother's eyes, leaving his gaze aside, he said, "Next is the critical juncture of the war. You must send someone to watch what I said. Prince Rah of Dongchuan is about to take over the throne during the war. , May cause changes."

"These have been arranged." Zhang Mingxu said, "You should use more meals to keep your spirits up."

Mu Jin was also heartbroken as she watched most of the food left over by her.

But she forcibly controlled herself and looked away from above.

With the character of the original owner, if he is still eating and drinking at such a critical time, it does not mean that he admits that there is a problem.

Mu Jin hesitated for a moment, and felt that Zhang Mingxu's care for herself in the past few days was not like a pretense. She decided to take this opportunity to ask him exactly what deal he had with Xu Luzhao.

"Zhang Mingxu, you..."

She didn't have time to ask her words.

Because Li Lian's voice has been heard outside.

"The emperor is here—"