At this time Yulian called out from outside.

"Master, Miss Yuan is kneeling outside, begging to see you."

As soon as Yan Mu got up, Liu Yunxiang woke up.

She quietly came to the window, opened it and looked out. She saw Yuan Qingyue kneeling outside in only single clothes, her hair disheveled, her forehead bandaged with fine cloth, and a patch of blood seeping out.

Seeing Yan Mu coming out of the main room, Yuan Qingyue hurriedly crawled over to him and crawled at his feet.

"Mr. Lang, I was wrong. I shouldn't have made trouble or been willful. Please don't drive me away. From now on, I will listen to whatever you say and I will never dare to disobey you again. Please let me stay."

Yuan Qingyue cried and begged at the same time, her slender body trembling, and she was so delicate that people pitied her.

However, Yan Mu did not. He lowered his eyes and looked at Yuan Qingyue, lifted her chin with his toes, and looked at her face with a regretful expression.

"You can make trouble or be disobedient, but you should not ruin this face."

Yuan Qingyue cried for a while, then shook her head, "No, you are so good to me. You accompany me to play the piano and paint, and let me set off fireworks by myself. How could it be just because of this face? You love me, you must love me."

Yes, right?"

Yan Mu pulled back his feet and said coldly: "There is a house on the outskirts of the city. If you stay calm, you can spend the rest of your life in peace.

"No!" Yuan Qingyue hugged Yan Mu's leg, "Mr. Lang, look at me, this is just a small injury. When the injury heals and the blood scab falls off, the appearance will return to its original appearance. The doctor said, maybe

There is only a little scar, which you can’t see unless you look closely.”

"A little scar?" Yan Mu sneered, "Do I, Yan Mu, care about a defective product?"

"Mr. Lang..." Yuan Qingyue looked at Yan Mu, tears falling silently, but she couldn't believe that he would say such heartless words, "You have always been gentle and doting to me, how could you suddenly become like this... You

It’s not him, right?”

Yan Mu kicked Yuan Qingyue away, "You should be grateful that I gave you a way to survive."

Yuan Qingyue closed her eyes, and then laughed, first softly, then loudly, and then laughing so hard that she fell back and forth.

"I, Yuan Qingyue, have an alluring appearance and am astonishing in all aspects of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. I have been admired by many young masters from aristocratic families, but how can I not be as good as her!" She said as she picked up a scroll from the ground behind her and opened it in front of Yan Mu.

It was exactly the one Yan Mu painted for Little Concubine Jin. He often thought about the painting, and it was a treasure in his heart.

When Yan Mu saw it, he was really panicked.

"Who gave you the courage to touch this painting!"

Yuan Qingyue smiled crazily, "What if I moved? Are you trying to kill me?"

Yan Mu narrowed his eyes, "You'd better give it to me right away!"

"I don't believe that an ink-and-wash painting by someone who can't get it can be worth a living person like me in front of you." As she said that, Yuan Qingyue actually gritted her teeth and tore up the painting.

Liu Yunxiang stood behind the window and couldn't help covering her mouth. She knew clearly that Yuan Qingyue had gotten into big trouble.

It turns out that Yuan Qingyue hit the wall not because she was jealous of her, but because she was jealous of the person in the painting.

I don't know who told her about Yan Mu and Little Jin Fei, and when she learned that she was just a stand-in, Yuan Qingyue, who had always been proud, couldn't stand it and felt it was a huge insult, and that's what happened next.

The painting was torn into pieces and scattered all over the floor.

Yuan Qingyue was still laughing, but the next moment, she was suddenly choked by Yan Mu.

His strength was so great that Yuan Qingyue's face immediately turned pale and she could no longer laugh.

"No... you are not willing to... kill me..."

No, you are just a plaything in his heart, there is nothing he would be reluctant to part with.

Liu Yunxiang clenched his fists and couldn't help but ran out.

A living life should not die like this.

She ran up, knocked Yan Mu's hand away, and blocked Yuan Qingyue behind her.

"Yan Mu, she loves you."

Yan Mu's face was gloomy, "So?"

"You made her fall in love with you!"

"So what?"

"If she is wrong, it is because you made her wrong. It is you who are despicable, you who are hateful, and you who deserve to be damned!"

Yan Mu took a step closer to Liu Yunxiang, resting his chin on the tip of her nose, "You want to save her?"

"I know you want to scold me for overestimating my abilities."

"Isn't it?"

Liu Yunxiang took a step back and stared up at Yan Mu, "If she is not enough, you can kill me too. There is no one in her family, but at least I am still the third wife of the Hou family and the eldest lady of the Shilang family."

"You think I'm afraid?"

Liu Yunxiang raised her neck. He wanted to kill her. She couldn't resist, but at least she didn't give in to him.

Yan Mufeng narrowed his eyes, and then sneered coldly: "Since you like to have fun, then play something more interesting."

A quarter of an hour later, Liu Yunxiang watched Yuan Qingyue being tied under the guillotine, which was being pulled with a rope. There was an incense burner next to it, with a stick of incense burning in the furnace.

"If you want to save her, I will give you a chance." Yan Mu pointed to the fragments of the painting on the ground, and then looked at Liu Yunxiang: "You have one stick of incense to glue the painting on. If the one stick of incense time is up,

, if you don’t finish it, Jiang Yuan will immediately cut off the rope, and Yuan Qingyue’s body will be separated.”

After saying that, Yan Mu sat down on the Taishi chair, picked up a cup of tea and took a sip.

Liu Yunxiang gritted his teeth, he tied his life to her, how cruel this was!

Especially, what he asked her to fight was this woman's portrait.
Chapter completed!