Mu Yun Anxin asked in surprise and suspicion: "You... know me?"
The man came back to his senses and said in a hoarse voice: "You look a lot like my sister."
"oh?"
Mu Yun'an raised her voice lightly and said in a careless voice: "I have never seen a girl who looks like me in my whole life. Where is she? Can you recommend her to me?"
The man lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "She is dead."
Mu Yun'an saw that the sadness on his face didn't seem to be fake. She said, "I'm sorry for mentioning your sadness. What's your name? Why are you hurt?"
The man replied: "I am nameless. I am a person from the Jianghu community who lives with my sister. My sister was kidnapped half a year ago. I traced it to the capital and found that she had been murdered. It took me a long time to find the murderer. I will personally avenge my sister."
He killed the enemy and was wounded as a result."
As he said this, he cupped his fists and saluted: "Thank you very much, Miss, for saving me. I heard that today is a gift for the girl and her hairpin. I have nothing to repay, so I made this thing with the peach branches in your yard. I hope that Miss will not dislike it."
He spread out his hands, and there was a peach blossom hairpin lying on his palm, but the hairpin was stained with blood.
Seeing this, Wuming hurriedly said: "I accidentally cut my finger just now and soiled this hairpin. It's not auspicious to have something stained with blood, so let's forget it."
As he said that, he was about to take back the hairpin, but Mu Yun'an quickly took the hairpin over and looked at it carefully. Although the hairpin was stained with blood, the peach blossoms were dyed particularly brightly.
She looked at the debris on the floor, smiled and said, "I like this hairpin very much, but I feel like something is missing."
Wuming asked curiously: "What's missing?"
Mu Yun'an returned the hairpin to him and said: "Since it is my thing, it must have my name. Please help me engrave my name on the hairpin."
"good."
Wuming took the hairpin and started carving it with a dagger. After a while, he finished carving his name and returned it to Mu Yun'an and asked, "Are you satisfied with it?"
After Mu Yun'an took it, he saw that there were two more words on the hairpin, not Yun'an, but Yan Yan.
She rubbed those two words, then suddenly took the hairpin and pressed the sharp end to Wuming's neck: "How did you know that my nickname is Yan Yan? Who are you?"
Wuming was stunned for a moment, feeling a little annoyed that he was careless, but he was also a little relieved that the little girl was much smarter than he thought.
He was not afraid in the face of danger, straightened his back and said: "Princess Huihe's nickname is not a secret in the capital, right? If the princess feels that I am not a good person because of the word Yan Yan, just kill me, anyway, this is the next step
If you save your life, it is yours."
Mu Yun'an snorted, took back the hairpin in her hand and said: "I haven't thought of a solution to the poison in your body, so I can only help you suppress it for the time being. How long you can live depends on your own destiny."
As he spoke, he looked at his face and said, "It's a pity that your face may be ruined."
Wuming didn't care: "The great revenge has been avenged. I have fulfilled my wish. How many days can I live? If the princess does not dislike it, I will be willing to ride for you for the rest of my life."
Mu Yun'an raised her eyebrows and asked, "No matter what I ask you to do? Even if it's killing someone?"
Wuming nodded with a firm gaze: "What I do is murder. I wonder who the princess wants to kill?"
Mu Yun'an raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to look at him: "You dare to kill the current prince, Yuan Jingxuan?"
The corners of Wuming's lips twitched, and he nodded bravely: "I am willing to give it a try, but I don't know what the deep grudge between the princess and this prince is?"
Mu Yun'an shrugged and said, "It's nothing? His Majesty just wants me to marry him, but I don't want to marry him. After thinking about it, I think the best way is to kill him."