Chapter 45
“Sister, let me see your hand.”
In front of Mu Sheng’s eyes, which are almost watery, no one can refuse that pathetic look. Mu Yao took out her slender hand from her sleeve and reluctantly handed it to her younger brother.
Mu Sheng carefully blew the scratches, and then pulled her to sit down beside her. “I’ll help my sister with the medicine…”
“No need.” Mu Yao can’t laugh or cry and draws back her hand. “It’s all skin trauma. It’s not so delicate.”
Mu Yao is wearing a moon white upper Ru with a shield, a purple taro bra with beautiful clavicles on it. Her hair has dropped one or two wisps, and her face is still pretty. Night wind blowing her skirt, she lowered eyebrows, the corner of the eye mole delicate moving.
But she was worried about the injury of Liu Fu’s clothes. Less than a quarter of an hour after she came out, some of her mind didn’t belong.
At first, she had some doubts about the powerful manner of Mu Sheng when she appeared on the stage, but seeing his familiar dog appearance, she knew her younger brother best, even if she thought about it.
As for the strong breath on his body, it was mostly because his clothes were stained with too much demon blood.
Mu Sheng looked at her without blinking and muttered: “young master Liu only cares about the emperor’s concubine, but not his elder sister. Next time I will never leave her.”
“What are you talking about?” Mu Yao only felt funny when she heard the speech, and a trace of sadness appeared again with a smile. “We are entrusted by Princess Zhao. Of course, we should take good care of your highness. If you can’t protect your highness, what do you want us to do? ”
She looked back at Mu Sheng’s face, some gratified and some disappointed.
Mu Sheng is already one head higher than her. Although she is not related by blood, she has the same good looks as Mu’s family. She also has the same outstanding talent of catching demons.
But for so many years, it seems that my younger brother has never grown up. He is still the boy waiting for her at the door of her room. A story will make him smile.
Now that the Mu family has fallen, the burden falls on her. The road ahead is boundless. Mu Sheng only depends on her. There are many wayward places, so he can’t share a little with her Little loneliness appeared in her heart.
When girls are lonely and helpless, they often miss the people they usually depend on.
At the moment, she especially Miss Liu Fuyi, miss his warm embrace, gentle solution, enough to hold up a world for her.
In the past, the anger that I gambled with him for trifles seems to have become less important.
This dreamland is exactly the dream repeated many times by Emperor Duanyang – the road from the new temple to the old one. Bright stars, autumn insects are the same as the real world, the night breeze is cool, roll up the sleeves and corners, blow away all the heat in people’s hearts.
Mu Sheng stands side by side with his elder sister. His face looks calm and good, but his heart is like a mess. In his mind, he constantly remembers the sentence Ling Miaomiao told him: “it’s better to ask your elder sister than listen to it.”
Will sister really know?
Even if she knew, would she really tell him the truth that everyone tried to cover up?
In the past decades, he has never been as confused and confused as this period of time. If all this is just the illusion of harmony and beauty, and he reaches out his hand to pierce it, then he wakes up. What should he do?
He looked at Mu Yao’s silent face and knew that she had something to ask him, but now she was worried about Liu Fu’s clothes and couldn’t take care of him.
The corner of the mouth with a self mocking smile.
Two people stand in the wind, close, but each heart, can not touch.
*
Duanyang Diji is like a hen protecting her cubs.
Wherever Miaomiao goes, Duanyang stares at her, which makes Miaomiao angry: “Your Highness, you What do you always watch me do? ”
Duanyang is sitting under a tree, wearing Liu Fu’s robe on her shoulders. She forces Liu Fu’s clothes to lie on her legs, even if her legs are numb.
Ling Miaomiao said to her, “let me see what happened to brother Liu?”
“No.” Duanyang embraces Liu Fu’s clothes, showing vigilant pride on his small face, “brother Liu just fell asleep after drinking the medicine, don’t disturb him.”
Miaomiao looks sympathetically at Liu Fuyi, who is lying twisted on Duanyang’s leg and patted gently by her from time to time. In her heart, who is disturbing him?
But she didn’t say sarcasm, just said sincerely: “Your Highness, brother Liu once saved me -”
“what’s the big deal? He is also my Savior.” Duanyang’s chin raised high, with the girl’s pride and unquestionable, “he also saved me three times.”
Her face softened. Thinking of the moment when he was hurt by the monster, she gently comforted her with a pale face: “don’t be afraid, your highness.”
When her nose is sour, she will cry. But she thinks, she can’t cry. She is the most noble emperor of China. The son of heaven is rich all over the world, so she sits on Baichuan. Now elder brother Liu is injured, and she will protect him later. No matter how she doesn’t let him get hurt again, she can’t do it at all.
Ling Miaomiao saw tears hanging in her eyes. For a long time, she wiped her face again and changed into a firm look. It was not easy to disturb her dream for a moment, so she had to go back to another big tree not far away.Before leaving, he took a pity look at Liu Fuyi’s neck, which was suspected to be a stiff pillow. He said in silence: “sorry, brother Liu, I can’t help you…”
With smooth bark and luxuriant branches, the green tung tree is a delicate and beautiful tree. Ling Miaomiao takes off her outer garment and covers her body. She leans under the tree very comfortably.
No matter how long the night is, tonight is a good time to rest.
*
“hit him -”
“kill him!”
On the back of the street, it’s narrow and dark. The fallen leaves and water are rotten here. The drunkard in the morning will urinate here as if no one else. All the pickling things happen in the street.
Four or five children surrounded a circle, pressed the middle one to death, punched and kicked. The little white figure was like a dying fish, struggling desperately with his tail. It really made him make a gap in the encirclement circle, and even climbed and rolled out.
The boy’s hair is shoulder length. He doesn’t bundle his hair like other children. Instead, he lets his black and smooth hair drape over his shoulders. His face looks like snow and his eyes look like stars. At first glance, he looks like a pretty girl who is somewhat amazing.
A few people immediately ran after him.
This immediately shows the gap. The children who beat others are eight or nine years old and strong. The children who are beaten are at most seven years old. They are short in weight and slender in arms. After two steps, he was easily knocked down by the pursuers.
He lay on the ground, gasping, his black grape like eyes reflecting the gorgeous twilight sky.
He began to look at the clouds of fire in the sky, looking very attentive.
“Can you speak or not?”
“Is he really dumb?”
The leading child kicked his leg. He looked up and pursed his mouth tightly. There was no emotion in his eyes.
“He’s a freak. He never talks to people!” A few people whisper, look at each other, “hit him!”
Rain like fists fell down, he extended his arm to cover his face, and his elbow sleeves soon split a few times.
“What are you doing?”
With a duck voice, the children stopped, and a look of surprise burst out in their eyes: “big brother?”
Wang, a 13-year-old boy in the alley, is the tallest and the biggest. He is the first to enter the ranks of teenagers. His chin is black and blue, and his voice is like a duck. He was wearing a tattered silk vest, hunched back, and the stick in his hand knocked on the ground, making the sound of “Du” and “Du”.
The child on the ground didn’t look at him. He just sat up and ran away. There was no expression on his pretty face.
“Did I let you go?”
The little white figure seemed to be unheard of, which made his heart fire. He stepped over, reached out and lifted him back and fell to the ground.
The child looked up at him coldly, with dark grape like pupil, eyes as bright as autumn water, long eyelashes and charming eyes.
His throat suddenly tightened. The most beautiful tofu Xi Shi at the entrance of the street didn’t have such attractive eyes.
At this age, he was new to the world. He didn’t learn the good things, but he learned the bad things clean. His heart seemed to be scratched by cat’s paws. He was impetuous. He looked at the little face and said with a smile: “boys, grandfather will give you a good performance.”
After that, his face changed: “hold him down for me!”
The child looked at the faces with different looks. The expression on his face finally changed a little, and he slowly floated into a look of panic.
Don’t Don’t
The face in front of him was closer and closer, and his eyes were straight.
he had seen similar eyes, and probably knew what they meant.
He shook his head desperately, as his heart beat faster, as if something was slowly breaking
“Brother, what are you doing so close to him?” A child asked suspiciously.
The child king’s fingers pinched his snow-white jaw, deliberately left two bright red fingerprints on it, and said with a smile, “you don’t understand it – it’s called sex.”
“Oh The children all began to coax.
The boy suddenly struggled violently, just like the last struggle before the net was broken, one foot on the child’s face.
“Against him!” A slap on his face, the corner of his mouth Qinchu blood. The other children came up and pressed him to the ground.
That pair of black eyes, despair to look at the face closer and closer. His eyelashes quivered twice and he closed his eyes.
Don’t touch me.
Don’t push me.
Suddenly red light burst out, blood red and warm yellow evening overlapped, the child’s shoulder length hair burst up, and in an instant it reached the waist.
Every inch of black hair stretched, the wind increased a layer, and almost all the dead leaves of the trees were swept away. The broken walls and bricks of the streets and alleys fell all over the ground, and the debris splashed. Only a few screams were heard, not like the sound of human beings.
He was bathed in a strong red light all over his body. After a long time, he opened his eyes blankly. There were several people lying on the ground. It was clear that they were the children who had just held him down. Now his eyes were wide open and crooked on the ground, maintaining a distorted posture. He had no breath.The boy watched quietly, but there was no time to react.
When his long hair fell on his shoulder, he reached out and touched it. Then he panicked, stepped back two steps, turned around and ran out of the alley.
My hair has grown so long all of a sudden.
My mother will be angry.
On the old wooden stairs, all the way, the floating flowers were bumped and toppled. Someone fell the fan, and one after another screamed: “what is it?”
with such deep and confused fear, he ran to the second floor without looking back.
Behind someone with a fan, angry straight jump feet: “against him. When is this place? Stop him
No one can stop him.
The tent was put down, the room was full of sweet aroma, and the sun was almost invisible in the dark. He stood there, looking at the familiar bed.
Until the tent was blown up by the wind, he saw that she was pressed under her body, her forehead was covered with hair, her red belly pocket was hanging on her neck, and her naked skin was white, just like the last dirty snow melted in the new year.
Once he wanted to build a snowman, but before he could hold it in his hand, the snow had turned into transparent mud.
Not in a moment.
“Mother.”
That kind of gloomy eyes, it must not be her, or the one who combs his hair in front of the mirror.
“Never come back after sunset.”
The man with green hand dunqi, pinch up the tea cup on the head cabinet, lost in the past, accompanied by a stack of scolding.
Good bone china was scratched on his forehead, warm liquid flowed down his cheek, and a little dark red covered his vision.
The tent was constantly lifted by the wind. Every time, he knelt down in the same place and looked into her eyes quietly.
She finally left tears, so dirty tears, winding down her beautiful face, like a crack can not be pieced together.
“Xiao sheng’er, who asked you to come back?”
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