Deep in the bamboo forest, a man dressed in white sat on a bamboo chair. There was a red guqin on the bamboo table next to him. At the end of the qin, there was a phoenix, looking up to the sky and singing. He was stroking the strings and wiping them gently.
"You look good after two days of seclusion. Why did you take this out today?" A man in blue sat next to him and said softly.
Mu Zhixuan continued his movements and asked: "Where is Feiyanren? Is she afraid of seeing me?"
"Fei Yan is thinking about it. She said that she shouldn't join forces with Xuanyuan Aotian. Oh, by the way, there is one more thing." Su Mu paused, "King Qi beat her fifty times. It's not convenient for us to show up during the day."
But she's fine." Su Mu looked at Mu Zhixuan while speaking.
There was a sudden pause, and the strings were pressed down hard. The deafening sound shocked Su Mu. When he caught Mu Zhixuan's gaze, his expression was filled with murderous intent.
"You let so many people protect her alone, Zhixuan, this is no longer an ordinary concern. Since you like her, take her back. Xuanyuan Aotian's coming this time must be related to her." Su Mu said in a deep voice.
said.
Mu Zhixuan's pupils gradually shrank. He put the piano aside, stood up slowly, and walked towards the depths of the bamboo forest. Su Mu looked at his back and shook his head helplessly, what on earth was he thinking.
When she woke up, she felt a stinging pain all over her body. Mo Yunling lay on the bed with her sleepy eyes open, but she was not sleepy at all. She moved her body, but fortunately, her muscles and bones were not injured.
"Princess, are you awake?!" Bi Qing put down the water basin in her hand and ran over, looking excited and crying.
Mo Yun nodded and asked: "Where is Yun Fei? Is she okay?"
"Yun Fei is fine. It's you who are in trouble. You don't know that you have been in a coma for a day. We are useless, otherwise the princess would not suffer like this."
Shaking her head slightly, Mo Yunling couldn't help but cough a few times and her face turned pale. Bi Qing hurriedly came over to help her.
Pushing Bi Qing's hand away, Mo Yunling asked casually, "I'm fine, how did I get back?"
"It was King Qi who sent you back. At that time, your body was all covered with blood. I was almost scared to death by you." Bi Qing stood aside, wiping her tears.
Mo Yunling didn't speak and fell into deep thought. She seemed to have seen a dragon-shaped jade pendant, but was it really? Feng Qi? Mo Yunling was shocked by her thoughts. How could it be possible? Maybe it was a dream.
!Why did Feng Qi send her back? He probably hated himself very much, or he just didn't want her to die so early.
"Princess, what's wrong?" Bi Qing looked confused and had stopped crying.
Mo Yunling murmured to himself, "It must be wrong."
Bi Qing looked at her puzzledly, not understanding what she meant, and then said: "Princess, I will bring you some food now. You haven't eaten anything for a day." With that, she walked outside.
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The night was getting darker, and Mo Yunling asked Bi Qing and Yun Fei to rest. They had not slept a wink all day and night. Maybe it was a quiet night, and Mo Yunling couldn't help but feel a little empty in his heart. Too many memories flashed through his mind, but
Why, Feng Qi, does he keep showing up?
Suddenly, a wisp of piano music came to her ears, and Mo Yunling's figure trembled. The piano music was clearly familiar, and it was a variation of the flute music that Mu Zhixuan had played before! She wanted to get up, but she couldn't move at all.
The door opened with a creak, and a gust of cold wind rushed in. A white shadow flashed in front of his eyes. Mo Yunling was startled. There was a piano and a porcelain vase on the table.
"Zhixuan, is that you?" Mo Yunling shouted, but the room was indeed empty, and the door closed with a clang.
Mo Yunling slowly climbed out of bed and walked towards the table, gently stroking the red phoenix-tailed harp. A stream of air passed through her body. She looked at the harp in shock. This harp could actually heal injuries.
Effect. Looking at the porcelain bottle again, Mo Yunling picked it up. This was medicine, how could he know?