The general's wife is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 348

Feng Rong pretended to leave, and when the opponent relaxed his vigilance, he rushed over with a dagger in his hand.

Hearing the sound of the sharp dagger piercing into the flesh, Feng Rong smiled sympathetically.

He squeezed the handle of the dagger, ready to use some more strength.

Suddenly a palm hit his shoulder, and he flew several meters away.

He thought about standing up with his hands on the ground, but his shoulders became sore, and he fell down again.

"Master, let's go quickly." The boy advised.

The man looked unfathomable, Feng Rong injured him only by trickery, now that he is prepared, it is even more difficult to strike.

Feng Rong just snorted.

The boys understood, set up Feng Rong and left quickly.

"Are you okay?" Mu Qingyu stared at the dagger still on the man's body, so anxious that tears almost came out.

The man calmly pulled out the dagger. There was only a little blood on the dagger. It seemed that the wound was not deep, so Mu Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief.

If it was because of himself that he was seriously injured, Mu Qingyu would definitely blame himself.

"Next time...you next time...be more careful next time." Mu Qingyu lowered her eyes and whispered.

The man just lowered his head and looked at the pattern engraved on the dagger, which is unique to the Xianwang Mansion.

"I made some snacks, do you want to have a taste?" Mu Qingyu asked courageously while wagging his fingers.

The man raised his head and looked at Mu Qingyu.

Mu Qingyu took off the mask, revealing a hibiscus face that was suitable for anger and happiness, the corners of her eyes were slightly red, looking pitiful.

The man reached out and brushed a strand of naughty hair from her sideburns behind her ears, "When did you recognize me?"

"Since you first appeared." Mu Qingyu raised her head, and the fur collar of her clothes made her chin even more sharp.

She put the mask on again, and the two walked back together.

Her gaze always fell on Li Zhao's waist.

Li Zhao was wearing a black robe, she couldn't see clearly unless she got close to her.

"I'm fine." Li Zhao comforted in a low voice.

"But it's all bleeding."

"Skin trauma."

After walking for a while, Mu Qingyu saw Mo Zhu and Miao Xiang who were looking for her.

Thinking about Li Zhao at this time, he probably didn't want to be seen by others.

She quickly went to fetch the food box, and told the two servant girls to stay where they were before returning with the food box.

She and Li Zhao walked for a while, found a remote place and sat down.

"I made this myself, try it." Mu Qingyu took out the dessert plate.

Li Zhao stared at the dim sum, as if thinking about something.

Mu Qingyu explained: "It's my third younger sister who pulled me to make dim sum together, so I made some by the way."

The explanation was too deliberate, her cheeks were flushed, and she hurriedly lowered her head.

Li Zhao took a bite.

He originally thought that the desserts that girls like are sweet and greasy.

No matter what flavor Mu Qingyu made, he would eat it.

But after taking a bite, the taste of this snack can only be regarded as slightly sweet, and more of the fragrance of tea leaves.

"I'm afraid you won't be used to it, so I didn't put a lot of sweets." Mu Qingyu said.

The corners of Li Zhao's mouth curled up imperceptibly, and he continued to eat his snacks.

Mu Qingyu's eyes fell on the two masks beside him.

One is Wu Song and the other is Tiger.

She covered her mouth with a small smile in her eyes.

Li Zhao had a great appetite and finished all the snacks.

He took out his handkerchief and wiped his fingers carefully.

Mu Qingyu stared at his movements, and had many questions to ask.

For example, why are people saying that Li Zhao's life and death are unknown.

But reason told her that it was best not to ask.

Li Zhao put away the handkerchief and looked directly at Mu Qingyu, "In the future, you will be wronged."

"What grievance?" Mu Qingyu was taken aback.

"You'll know."

Mu Qingyu pursed her lips and stopped asking.

After a pause, Li Zhao comforted with the most gentle tone in his life: "Don't worry, it won't be long."

"Okay, I'll write it down." Mu Qingyu had no idea what Li Zhao was talking about.

But she was sure that Li Zhao would not harm herself.

"I can't stay for long." Li Zhao gave Mu Qingyu a deep look.

The next time we meet, I don't know when it will be.

Mu Qingyu tidied up briefly and put on Wu Song's mask.

After thinking about it, she put the tiger's mask on Li Zhao herself.

"Then I'll go back first, take care."

She carried the empty food box and walked back.

Occasionally, when he turned his head, he could see Li Zhao following far behind.

She settled down and moved on.

After reuniting with Mo Zhu Miaoxiang, she looked back again, but this time she did not find Li Zhao.

"Miss, what are you looking for?" Miao Xiang asked.

"It's nothing, let's go back." Mu Qingyu looked away.

Several people got into the carriage, and the carriage drove to the gate of Duke Dingguo's mansion, but they were not in a hurry to get down.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, another carriage from Duke Dingguo's mansion drove over.

Only then did Mu Qingyu get out of the carriage, and seeing Mu Qingqiu get off from the carriage at the back, he felt relieved.

Mu Qingqiu walked a few steps with his head down, and when he looked up, seeing Mu Qingyu's teasing smile, he blushed again.

The two of them walked into it noisyly.

In the palace, the virtuous king also told the maids and eunuchs who had been tense for a long time to go and rest.

He ordered someone to cook a large pot of glutinous rice balls, prepared side dishes and fine wine, and personally took the maids to the side hall.

In the past, when the virtuous king had not returned, the ministers would find a place at random in the side hall and sleep while sitting or lying down.

King Xian specially ordered people to set up countless beds in the side hall, so that they could sleep more comfortably.

As soon as the virtuous king entered the side hall, all the ministers came up to welcome him.

After exchanging pleasantries, King Xian said: "Today is the Shangyuan Festival, everyone can't go home to reunite, I am really ashamed. These are my thoughts, please enjoy them."

When the ministers saw the wine, their eyes lit up.

They guarded the Holy Majesty day and night, and hadn't touched a drop of alcohol for a long time.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your kindness. It's just that the officials guard the Holy One and dare not drink alcohol."

Others chimed in.

The virtuous king persuaded with a smile: "I am with my father, and this is just fruit wine, not intoxicating."

Under the repeated persuasion of the virtuous king, the fine wine was still sent in.

The Xian Wang went out, walked to the door, and did not forget to tell the maid: "Bring more wine, don't let the jug inside be empty."

"Yes."

After the confession, he stood for a while, listening to the people inside, all praising him, he smiled triumphantly, and then went to the Holy Majesty's bedroom.

In the Holy Majesty's bedroom, there was silence.

Only the sound of King Xian's footsteps could be heard.

Walking to the dragon couch, I saw a person lying on the bedside of the Holy Majesty.

"Mother Concubine, Mother Concubine." The Xian Wang called softly.

The imperial concubine raised her head, seeing that it was her son, she smiled knowingly.

I don't know what to think of, and the smile is miserable.

She looked at the still unconscious Holy Majesty.

After being in a coma for a long time, the Holy Majesty was so emaciated that only a handful of bones remained.

Completely lost the majesty of the past, just an ordinary old man lingering on his last breath.

"Since I entered the palace, your father has always loved me and favored me." The imperial concubine fell into memories.

"Mother concubine!"

(End of this chapter)