Xi Gong Jinghong gritted his teeth and pushed himself up, then staggered towards Chu Jiaoxing's direction...
Chu Jiaoli also suddenly realized. She ran to Chu Jiaoxing, looked at her who fell to the ground, and helped her up with difficulty: "Big sister, big sister?"
Chu Jiaoxing's consciousness was blurred, her eyes were distracted, her lips were opening and closing slightly, she put her ears close and said: "You say it, I'll listen."
"Put Mo Wuyou...into the sky prison and keep an eye on him. I...have something to ask..."
A gentle word, but it exhausted all her strength. As soon as she finished speaking, her vision went dark and she lost consciousness.
Seeing that she was still breathing and having a pulse, Chu Jiaoli felt more at ease. On the way to being rescued by the soldiers and brought back to the palace, she looked back at Mo Wuyou, who was being escorted and was also unconscious, with a stern look in her eyes.
Chu Jiaoxing said she wanted to ask him something. Could it be that she already knew something?
The carriage rushed towards the imperial city. In the spacious carriage, Chu Jiaoxing was lying on a soft couch, while Jinglan, who had some knowledge of medical skills, performed acupuncture and treatment on her.
Chu Jiaoli wiped the blood stains on her face with a soaked handkerchief, with endless worry in her eyes.
In her impression, she has never seen such an outstanding elder sister get hurt.
"Empress, do you want the princess to send you back to Xuanyue Residence?" the guard driving the carriage in front said cautiously.
He is Beigong Qianqiu's attendant. Now that both of them are unconscious, he can only follow Chu Jiaoli's arrangements.
Chu Jiaoli gently stroked Chu Jiaoxing's pale, weak and bloodless face and said, "Send her back to the palace."
"Yes."
Three days later.
Chu Jiaoxing slowly woke up from the bed. When she heard the movement on the bed, Chu Jiaoli, who was dozing on the chair, woke up. She immediately poured a glass of water, walked quickly to Chu Jiaoxing's side, and sat on the bed.
He helped her up and said, "Come on, big sister, drink some water."
Chu Jiaoxing pursed her lips, slowly swallowed the water she fed, and breathed out gently, her pale expression still a little weak: "What time is it?"
"Youshi." Chu Jiaoli put the water glass aside and said, "You have been sleeping for three days."
Chu Jiaoxing raised her tired eyes, raised her hand to hold her slightly cold hand, and said, "Are you taking care of me?"
Chu Jiaoli nodded slightly.
Chu Jiaoxing suddenly woke up, her heart skipped a beat, she frowned, and her eyes were filled with worries and accusations: "Why did you come back?"
Hearing this, Chu Jiaoli was silent for a moment.
Without waiting for her answer, Chu Jiaoxing sighed softly again and said: "That's it, now that the storm has subsided, come back as soon as you come back."
Chu Jiaoli pursed her lips, thoughtfully. The woman in her arms stood up and frowned: "Mo Wuyou..."
Chu Jiaoli slowly supported her and said: "He is still alive. According to your instructions, he has been captured alive and imprisoned."
Chu Jiaoxing gritted her teeth and slowly walked out with Chu Jiaoli's support.
Approaching Tianlao, Chu Jiaoxing's pace quickened, and Chu Jiaoli looked worried: "Sister, your body is still very weak, slow down..."
Chu Jiaoxing felt restless and unreasonable. The blurry painting in her memory suddenly became clear, and the scrolls in Mo Wuyou's room made her heart beat violently.
After walking into the dark corner, the scene that greets you is shocking.
The man's hair was down, and there was an eerie silence in the mess. His clothes were scattered and hanging down, revealing his strong muscle texture, with veins pulsing in his splayed curves.
Two bloody hooks penetrated his bones, leaving an eye-catching bright red color. His hands and feet were chained and fixed to the surrounding walls, making him unable to move. He was forced to kneel down, like a trapped animal.
The strong aggressiveness, even if his martial arts skills are completely useless and he can't move, is still intimidating, like an army trapped by chains.
Chu Jiaoxing stood not far in front of him, then pushed Chu Jiaoli away and said: "Go back, there are some things I want to talk to him alone."
Chu Jiaoli looked slightly stunned, glanced at Mo Wuyou, who was still breathing, pursed her lips, and turned around to leave.
The dusk light shone in through the sparse gaps in the tiles and hit Mo Wuyou's body. He raised his handsome and ghostly face. It was obviously the most humiliating posture, but his eyes still looked at her contemptuously.
The style of a deputy king.
"Hmph." Mo Wuyou snorted coldly and said, "You want to judge me?"
Chu Jiaoxing clenched her fists and pondered for a long time before she said, "How much do you know about Chu Yan?"
Mo Wuyou frowned subconsciously and said nothing.
Over the years, whenever someone mentions Chu Yan, he always looks unhappy. Perhaps because he cares about her reputation, he will try his best to distance himself from her relationship.
Thinking of the day she broke into his bedroom and saw those scrolls, he narrowed his eyes slightly, suddenly sneered, and said with a sarcastic face: "Chu Yan, what does it have to do with you?"
Chu Jiaoxing bit her lip. Chu Jingmao's eldest wife Yan Ning did have some relationship with Mo Wuyou. Naturally, what she was asking about was not Mo Wei's mother, but her modern mother.
Yan Ning died when Mo Wei was seven years old. She had not seen her mother since she was a child. She was raised by her grandparents. It was not until she was ten years old that her mother suddenly appeared by her side. Is it really such a coincidence?
She looked at the man in front of her with confusion, her heart was as uneasy as a drum, and she said: "Chu Yan, born on August 15th, is six feet tall and has Bianhua flower tattoos between her eyebrows and back."
Mo Wuyou frowned tightly. The flower on the other side was drawn by him with ink that has not faded for thousands of years. The center of his eyebrows can still be seen, but the pattern on Chu Yan's back has only been seen by him. She, a person who doesn't know where she came from, has been shown.
, how would you know?
Seeing the shock in his eyes, Chu Jiaoxing's heart ached even more than before. If there were people in this time and space who were exactly like her mother, with the same appearance and body shape, but different growth experiences, how could they draw exactly the same pictures?
Tattoo?
In the scroll in Mo Wuyou's room, Chu Yan's forehead was exposed when she was a child, but when she was a girl, she put her bangs down and covered them tightly. Could it be that what she covered was the tattoo?
Chu Jiaoxing stopped talking, opened and closed her lips, and changed the question again, saying: "Is Chu Yan really dead?"
Mo Wuyou's body suddenly froze. He raised his eyes and stared at her with extremely cruel eyes: "You're a foreign bastard, why do you judge her?!"
Chu Jiaoxing was not afraid of him, she frowned, clenched her fists and said, "Let me ask again, did you see Chu Yan's body seven years ago? Did she really die in front of you?
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Mo Wuyou showed a rare look of astonishment. He had indeed never seen him retreat in Longyin Peak that day. Someone came to report that Chu Yan was infected with the plague and was about to be tied up and burned by the people in the city. He didn't know who released him.
There was gunpowder nearby, and with the unexpected explosion, Chu Yan's body was gone.
When he arrived, he saw the tomb erected for her by the Chu family.
