After changing into clean clothes, Muyin was not asleep yet when Yi Xiangming came to her room.
It wasn't that he didn't want to sleep, but that he was in too much pain and couldn't sleep. When he saw Yi Xiangming coming, Muyin didn't bother to answer. He just lay on the bed in a daze, silently enduring the rush of Luokui and the dull pain.
The sugar water had been drunk, and Mu Hua knew that this was a common occurrence at his daughter's home, so he was not too worried, so he went back to rest. If he didn't rest, he would not have the energy to prepare dishes for Mu Yin in the morning.
Yi Xiangming sat on the edge of the bed. Seeing Muyin's face pale in pain, he wiped the sweat from her forehead and asked, "Does it still hurt?"
"...You...isn't this...nonsense?" Squeezing out these words through his teeth, Muyin no longer wanted to speak, and just lay there obediently.
With a smile, Yi Xiangming patted himself and stood up: "If you can't sleep, how about I play a Xiao song for you?"
"Do you know how to play the flute?" Muyin blinked, "Then let's play it." On second thought, she felt that what she said was wrong, what was wrong...
It seems that someone once taught me this. I always feel that these words are very evil, but... very domineering?
Taking out the flute from his arms, Yi Xiangming stood at the door, facing the crescent moon, and slowly started to blow. The sound of the flute was as thin and cool as the moonlight, lingering and pathos, making it unforgettable.
Muyin closed her eyes slightly, and in her mind sounded the sound of horns, the noise of thousands of troops, and the beating of war drums. She seemed to have heard this piece of music somewhere.
No...it doesn't seem to be her.
Why do you think so? Who is she...
"General, do you like this piece of music?"
"I like it, I like it." The man with the dog's tail grass in his mouth was lying on the grass, smiling ruthlessly, "I like whatever you brag about, even if it's bragging."
"The general is joking."
"Hey, you said, someone in the military camp said that you are my housekeeper..."
The faint laughter was from Yi Xiangming: "General, isn't this what you said to the soldier you beat last time? Now it has spread throughout the military camp."
"In this way..." The dogtail grass was spat out, and he crossed his legs, "After all, I am also an attacker."
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The pressure of the scene was very strong, and his head and lower abdomen hurt together. Muyin couldn't help shouting: "Yi Xiangming!"
The sound of Xiao suddenly stopped, and Yi turned to Ming, looking at her ambiguously: "What's wrong? Is it... it doesn't sound good, it scares you."
"Let me ask you, who is the steward?"
Yi Xiangming's expression was a little stunned, and then a touch of complex emotions emerged. He slowly walked to Muyin's side and took a deep breath: "Who told you?"
"I don't know." Muyin shook his head, "I just remembered something... but soon I forgot it again... I only remember the dogtail grass and the housekeeper..."
"Say! Who is Jiang Songyu to you?" Yi Xiangming shook her shoulders, his expression was unusually irritable, and even his tone became excited.
When he pinched his shoulder, Muyin felt that there was another source of pain. He couldn't help gritting his teeth and frowning: "Okay, stop shaking! I don't remember anything at the moment!"
After slowly calming down, Yi Xiangming let go of his hand. After a long while, he said, "I'm sorry, I scared you."
"...It doesn't matter if you scare me, Luokui will be in trouble if you scare me..." Muyin pushed him away and rubbed his sore shoulders, "It's getting late, you go back to sleep."
