After Wushuang went down, Muyin sat in deep thought for a while. Whenever he had the thought of wanting to say or write, his heart would feel swollen and painful.
What is the principle?
After waiting for a while, Wushuang came out. She smiled awkwardly: "He's gone, let's go for a walk first."
Nodding, Muyin stood up and tried to calm down: "I didn't expect that person to be him..."
"So Liu Mo is with me..." Wushuang smiled bitterly, "It's a bad thing for him."
"You and Liu Mo are like this, doesn't he know?" Muyin and Wushuang arrived at the peach garden and settled in. Peach blossom wine was already placed on the stone bench.
Muyin hesitated, then reached out to take it: "I never thought I would be poisoned like this one day."
"You...blame me." Wushuang looked at her apologetically, "If I hadn't insisted on dragging you to Tao Ge Fang, you wouldn't be here."
Who knows? Muyin laughed in her heart, if she hadn't heard Yuan Hongxi say that Taogefang was involved with Huibaimen, and also could get the whereabouts of Jiang Songyu, how could she have settled in Taogefang.
There are gains and losses. It's just that after knowing the truth, it's a little cruel.
"By the way, I heard that you and Prince Xi had a rift, is that true?" Wushuang poured himself a glass of peach blossom wine and drank it.
Muyin's expression changed and he became relieved: "So what if it's true or false?"
Picking up the wine glass, she put it to her lips thoughtfully and said, "Actually..." After saying this, Wushuang's expression suddenly changed. Perhaps she was suffering from peach poison. As soon as she opened her mouth, the wine in the wine glass was stained.
Bleeding.
Dropping the cup on the ground, Wushuang took a deep breath, "I'm sorry... I can't help you. I still want to keep this life..."
"It doesn't matter." Looking at Wushuang's appearance, Wushuang should know something, but Muyin didn't force her to say it, so what if she said it? If she said it, everything would change?
After thinking about it, she changed the topic and talked about other things with Wushuang. Just as the conversation was getting excited, a familiar voice suddenly sounded, making Muyin freeze on the spot, and the quilt in his hand fell to the ground and fell into pieces.
Turning around, I saw a familiar face in my sight. She was charming to the core. She walked away with her slender waist in hand like a willow swinging in the wind. She walked in steps without squinting.
"Hey, Sister Wushuang, you are here now. I thought you were still with me, but I didn't expect that when I came, I would leave."
"Huanmei, why do you have so much time to spare?" Wushuang smiled, stood up and poured her a glass of wine, "I see you've been very busy lately."
Huanmei and Muyin will not forget, no, Jiang Songyu will not forget. That day she put medicine in his cup, which led to his poisoning and being framed.
A layer of anger quickly filled her eyes, and in a blink of an eye she pulled out her spear and pressed it against Huan Mei's collarbone. The sharp tip of the spear scraped through Huan Mei's crystal skin, leaking out a trace of blood.
Seeing Muyin's hostility, Huanmei hid in disgust. Just as Muyin was about to speak, Wushuang called out: "Muyin, what's wrong with you?"
This word "Muyin" brought her back to reality. But now that she was Muyin, how could she act as Jiang Songyu and show hostility to Huanmei for no reason, fearing that she might be aroused.
Embarrassedly withdrawing the gun, Muyin suppressed the thought of revenge and said in a deep voice: "It's okay. The main reason is that my hands are itchy."
Wushuang knew Muyin's temper, and wondered if she had ever had a grudge? But Huanmei obviously didn't recognize Muyin, which made her feel a little strange, so she had to help Muyin smooth things over: "Huanmei, she's new here.
, I’m not very familiar with this place either, so don’t be surprised.”
