The Villain Is Always Afraid Of Collapse

Rong Feng propped one elbow on the small couch, and the white cloth was wrapped around the leopard-like agile and slender limbs, drawing smooth and beautiful muscle lines. At this moment, blood oozes faintly.

He didn't seem to feel any pain, his eyes fixed on Gu Qing, even though he was seriously injured, he exuded a chilling aura.

Mu Jin looked at him stiffly, but opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.

Persuade? She is not this character, nor does she have that position.

irony? As soon as she finished saving her, she turned her face and wanted to kill him. Rong Feng didn't treat her as a lunatic, and she felt that she had a problem.

Asking is regretting, very regretful.

Mu Jin still had a glimmer of hope, hoping that the "solitary, arrogant and indifferent" doctor Gu would not care about an injured and crazy person, so she looked at Gu Qing again.

Gu Qing also looked at Rong Feng, his gentle and elegant face was slightly condensed, but he did not shrink at all, and even took a step forward to block Mu Jin strictly behind him.

"Shiwei Rong, Gu doesn't know what you are talking about." His voice was calm and slow. However, there was a hidden front in his words, and he chose to respond positively to Rong Feng's sharpness.

Mu Jin could feel the atmosphere of tit-for-tat confrontation without a probe. In front of her, Gu Qing's shoulders were not very broad shoulders, but the oppression from the opposite side was kept tight, full of reassuring reliability.

"Do I have to seek the consent of Doctor Gu when I return to my majesty?" Rong Feng looked at him completely blocked by the opponent, only Mu Jin faintly exposed on top of his head, he only felt that the blood that had been forcibly suppressed was surging again.

There was a cold arc at the corner of his mouth, and Rong Feng passed the people in front of him and looked behind him, "Mr. Mu."

Mu Jin, who was suddenly named, trembled, stepped out from behind Gu Qing with his toes, and looked at him blankly.

"Servant Rong is trying to raise the teacher and ask for sin?" Gu Qing said, "If it weren't for Jin...Jinwen's kind heart, do you think there is still a chance to sit here and lose your temper?"

Rong Feng's eyes sank, and a bit of anger suddenly appeared on his face. He slowly got up from the couch, scanned the two of them with sharp eyes, and fixed him on Mu Jin: "I don't know. Mr. Mu unexpectedly has such a deep...relationship with Doctor Gu."

Originally thought that only Your Majesty was the special one, and other people had no difference in her eyes, so he could accept her rejection and indifference.

But now suddenly another man appeared, standing in front of her as a protector without being rebutted, and acquiescing him to touch her long hair. At that moment, the blue silk was beautiful, and the two men who reflected the moonlight were as beautiful as a pair of biren.

Makes his eyes sting.

Mu Jin, who had been pretending to be a wooden man for a long time, felt that he would be dead. Seeing Rong Feng's eyes staring at her gloomy and sharp, there was a look that she could not understand, and he looked up and looked at Gu Qing, just in time to see him hanging down. Seeing her eyes softened instantly, I felt that this day was too sad.

The bitterness in his heart almost flowed from the corner of his eyes, but Mu Jin could only cool down his gaze, stretched out his hand to gather all the pouring blue silk to one ear, and concealed his tension with the help of the hair entanglement.

"I don't know. Guard Rong is such a grateful person." She watched Rong Feng's face change, her heart trembled for fear that he would suddenly go crazy, and stiffly resisted the ridicule of going back. "Fine, just as if I fed a dog."

The jet-black green silk was entwined at the lush white fingertips, her expression was as cold as the night, and she looked at Gu Qing, whose thin lips were lightly open and wanted to say something, and withdrew two steps back slightly, bowing to him: " I would like to thank Dr. Gu, but you have seen it too. The servant let you run this trip for your majesty. When you look back and meet your majesty, he will definitely report the hard work of Dr. Ming."

Gu Qing's hand that was stretched out to help her paused in the air, and then slowly retracted it.

"No need."

He spit out two words hard.

Mu Jin didn't dare to look up at his disappointed look, nor did she want to see Rong Feng's painful expression. She flicked her robe and turned her back to the two of them, her low voice filled with a faint exhaustion: "It's late at night. , Please two adults as you please, forgiveness can not be sent far away."

She went straight into the inner room, and the sound of the wooden door opening and closing shut the two men who didn't know what they were thinking outside.

Gu Qing looked at her back until she disappeared. There was no gentle look on her face. He glanced at Rong Feng, who also looked at the door of the room, and said indifferently: "Surrounder Rong, no matter why you came to Jinwen today, I would like to advise you. Don’t have another time. If I’m not here, you will cause her a lot of trouble."

Rong Feng retracted his gaze and looked at him somewhat mockingly: "In what capacity did you say this?"

"Don't worry about my identity, you are too dangerous, she doesn't need someone like you by her side." Gu Qing said.

"I ask you, in what capacity are you talking to me from her standpoint." A deep darkness condensed in Rong Feng's eyes, and his hands on the bedside slowly pressed hard, and the hard pear wood sculpture actually gave out a few words. The hard "creaking" sound broke a deep gap overwhelmedly.

Gu Qing's expression remained unchanged, and he said lightly: "Stop talking here, please, Rong guard."

He carried his medicine box on his back and left the house without looking back, leaving Rong Feng sitting on the couch quietly, watching the silver brilliance of the moonlight spilling through the window lattice.

As soon as she entered the room, Mu Jin felt weak in her legs. She walked to the table and poured tea into herself. The cold liquid flowed from her throat into her stomach and took away the heat. Only then did Mu Jin realize that some cold sweat was spilling on her forehead. .

The troublesome man, the troublesome man doesn't know how many numbers!

After a few seconds, Mu Jin tiptoed to the door, listening to the movement outside with fear, only to let go of a hanging heart when he heard that Gu Qing seemed to have left.

There was no mention of Gu Qing's meeting Wu in the original work. Rong Feng's thin camel was bigger than a horse, and if she actually beat him to death, she would be really in trouble.

Mu Jin was so horrified that she didn't bother to care about the stone statue outside, wiped her face and returned to the bed tiredly. She thought that someone in the outhouse would make her sleepless, but unexpectedly she opened her eyes again and it was already bright. .

Rong Feng had already left, the bedding was neatly laid out, and even the blood in the yard was wiped clean. If it weren’t for the crack in the pear wood carving in front of the couch, Mu Jin would have thought that everything happened last night. Just a dream.

If it is really a dream, it is also a nightmare.

Mu Jin felt so tired, but she still had to put on the coat that was just smoked yesterday and go out to "work".

If she doesn't stare at a point every day, God knows if the unreliable heroine can prepare the dance for the Hundred Flowers Festival.

The next few days were spent in intensive preparations. Mu Jin stared at Duan Rongrong looking for someone to imitate a skirt that was exactly the same as the orchid skirt. The dance he prepared was also beautifully practiced, and it was a bit amazing. Everything was ready, so he turned around to make other arrangements with peace of mind.

As the main person in charge of preparing for the Hundred Flower Festival, Mu Jin was busy until the day it started and could only catch his breath.

She felt that all the speech contests and galas prepared in the university were weak. Tens of thousands of people in a huge palace had to make arrangements for them to make arrangements for her to drain her experience.

When it finally came to an end, she almost lost a circle, her eyes were still dark with severe lack of sleep, but her expression became gloomy and her eyes were fierce, so that the busy eunuchs underneath dared not make any mistakes.

Although Mr. Mu hadn't physically punished anyone for a while, anyone with long eyes could tell that she was upset recently, and the fool took the initiative to hit it.

Time came to the day of the Hundred Flowers Festival unharmed. The entire palace has basically changed its appearance. The Hundred Flowers Palace, which is the home of the game, is even more colorful. The stage and the spectators are arranged in an orderly manner, from the emperor to the palace women to the ministers of civil and military affairs. From the beginning of the entrance, what they can do at each time is arranged clearly, so that they don't have a little time to get bored.

"Remove the potted flower from the entrance, so you can't see it because it's so big in the way? How many heads, dare to do something like this." Mu Jin is already very used to "abusive office". The little **** who placed a pot of acacia at the door opened fire.

"Mu...Manager Mu spare his life! The young one will move away!"

Mu Jin sighed. The little **** was only fourteen or fifteen years old. The appearance of moving the huge flowerpot tremblingly made her look very unbearable, but she must not help him, so she frowned. Looking at the shaky figure all the time, there was worry in her eyes that she hadn't even noticed.

"Xiaolu is clever and can't hit him."

Suddenly a familiar voice came from his ear. Mu Jin instantly hid the expression on his face and glanced at Zhang Mingxu who was next to him blankly. "Who is worried about this? Why not worry about the precious acacia. In that kid's clumsiness."

Zhang Mingxu showed a hint of helplessness between his eyebrows and eyes, "Yes, you are not worried."

Mu Jin was silent, what's the matter with this weird feeling of petting?

"The fire/pill is already hidden. It will definitely hurt Noble Wu seriously and won't steal the show from that girl." Seeing that there was no one left or right, Zhang Mingxu leaned closer to Mu Jin's white jade-like ears, a little breath amidst his words. Above, I was surprised to find that there was a few traces of thin red.

Mu Jin didn't have time to scold him for his overstepping. He choked silently when he heard these words. The words that wanted to refute and the urge to make him go away rushed to her throat, causing her to swallow hard and barely maintain the personality. It's just that his face is a bit ugly.

"Zhang Mingxu." Mu Jin glanced at him coldly, "You passed."

She has never allowed anyone to intervene. Perhaps the recent indulgence made him presumptuous, and it made him guess her thoughts so presumptuously.

Zhang Mingxu lowered his head and said in a low voice, the unwillingness in his eyes flashed by.

Mu Jin ignored her. This was the second opportunity for the male and female protagonists to meet after not knowing how much plot was lost in Floating Cloud. She looked forward to exerting a strong attraction to bring the plot back on track.

When she thinks of the plot returning to normal, she only needs to follow the script step by step to the ending and go to death with peace of mind to realize a wish. Some tired faces suddenly glowed with astonishing light, although in order to maintain the set, she did not laugh directly, but from The unprecedented joy still made those eyebrows appear from the gloom, amazingly beautiful.

A relaxed Mu Jin raised her leg and walked towards the side hall of the Baihua Palace. All the players waiting to be on stage were doing the final repairs here. She needed to make sure of the situation.

However, as soon as he walked into the courtyard, he heard the sharp quarrels of the women in the temple. Mu Jin trembled in his heart, vaguely feeling that something was going to happen, and quickly walked a few steps. Just as one leg was about to cross the threshold, a tea cup flew out from inside. , Just hit his feet.