After the marriage, the cousin was spoiled by the whole family of the Marquis's Mansion

Chapter 167 Mu Chun 1
When Ji Yunzhang walked into the Western Jin tent holding a spear, he saw a figure in a white gown sitting cross-legged on the carpet.

His back was straight, and in front of him was a pot of burning charcoal. The orange flames shot high, illuminating the dim tent with warm colors.

There were many paintings scattered around him.

They are all landscape paintings, with a mature style but clumsy brushwork.

Without exception, there is always a person in every landscape painting.

Although I can't see the face clearly, I can tell the painter's hard work and love from every painting.

He moved slowly, throwing the paintings one by one into the brazier.

When Mu Chun heard someone coming in, he didn't turn around, but continued to throw the painting into the brazier slowly.

The wind that came in when the door curtain was lifted blew up the ashes, which flew up into the sky in a hurry.

Without the blowing of the wind, it slowly spun and fell.

"Wait a moment, until I finish burning these paintings."

There was no emotion in Mu Chun's voice.

Ji Yunzhang did not say anything, but slowly raised the spear in his hand, with the sharp tip of the spear against the back of his neck.

There was no change in his expression, as if he was looking at this person whom he hated to the core with indifference.

But his hand was tightly gripping the gun barrel, his fingertips were white, veins on the back of his hand were bulging, and the movements of his hands betrayed his emotions.

If his hand had moved forward just an inch, this man who had provoked conflict between the two countries and brought suffering to the people of the world would have died at the hands of his gun.

"Kid, I know you want to kill me."

"I'm afraid these paintings will make her sad. Let me burn them all."

Ji Yunzhang naturally knew who Mu Chun was talking about.

"I raised her. Before she was nine years old, she never left my side for a day. We walked through mountains and rivers together. These are not only my memories, but also her memories."

"I'm already a heinous criminal. She didn't have a good father in her life. I don't want to destroy her last bit of hope."

Ji Yunzhang did not respond to him, but just moved the spear in his hand back an inch.

Mu Chun picked up a painting. In the painting, there was a pond full of lotus flowers and a graceful figure under a winding corridor.

I don’t know if he was recalling the past, but he actually chuckled softly.

"I remember this was in Lin'an, a private garden, and I spent two paintings to buy a day's tour of the garden."

"Lan'er is only five years old, so tiny. She gets greedy when she sees lotus seeds, and starts crying when she can't pick any."

"So I left my unfinished painting and went to pick lotus pods for her. One was not enough, I had to pick three."

"I dove headfirst into the lotus pond, and covered in mud, I picked lotus pods and flowers for the mother and daughter."

"I caught a cold because of this and stayed in Lin'an for two whole months."

"Later, when Lan'er was older, she recalled the incident and insisted that I fell down while picking lotus for her mother, and I was completely wiped out."

Having said this, Muchun laughed softly again.

"Child, she is a patient person. Even if she is hurt, she won't say it out loud."

"I know she was wronged at her uncle's house. I don't have anything else. Before she was injured, those paintings were still popular. One of them could be worth a thousand gold coins."

"All the paintings are in her uncle's house. I hope her aunt will be more lenient with her and her siblings because of these paintings."

His voice was chattering.

Pei Lan stood still at the door outside the tent.

people inside.

When he was no longer Muchun, that was the longing in her heart.

He is not dead, he is still alive.

But he was already dead.

She wanted to ask him why.

Why did it become like this?

Why didn't you show up earlier!

Why……

"why?"

Ji Yunzhang spoke in a low voice. He knew that this was the biggest mystery in her heart, whether her most respected father really had a hidden secret or was he a complete hypocrite.

"Why?" Mu Chun moved this time. He turned around and looked at Ji Yunzhang who was still pointing the spear at him.

He slowly turned around and sat on the ground with bent legs, seemingly unable to see the spear in front of him, and placed the painting in his hand above the brazier.

In an instant, the flames engulfed the painting and turned it into ashes.

"Because of this face, I have no way to survive."

As he spoke, he took off the mask on his face, and his eye sockets without eyeballs were so dark that they seemed to suck people in.

The crisscrossing old wounds were as terrifying as the devils from hell! Just one glance would make anyone retreat.

If you understand blades, you will know that this is caused by a blunt object, such as a hairpin.

"It's because of this face that Princess Meng Yunying ignored the fact that I had a wife and children, and harassed me repeatedly, even sending assassins to my house."

"I was an official for only three years before my husband and I resigned and left with Lan'er, who was only one year old."

"We were living in poverty and I didn't dare to take the risk of returning to Beijing with my wife and daughter."

"We didn't return to Beijing until Lan'er was nine years old and Kuan'er was born."

He threw the mask in his hand to the ground and sneered twice.

"I thought things had changed, but Meng Yunying still wouldn't let us go after all these years."

"She asked us to go to Xiangguo Temple to talk, and then she let us go."

"I also took Lan'er's mother, who was still pregnant, to Xiangguo Temple."

"It's ridiculous. I actually believed the words of Meng Yunying, a vicious woman. This was just a trap. She still wanted to kill Qingping. I realized something was wrong and drove away with my wife."

"The main road was already blocked, so we took the small road. I hid Qingping in the mountain temple, and I drove away alone."

Here he paused, "There are people on the path, too."

"There is no way out, only death."

"I know that if I am alive, Meng Yunying will never let Qingping and Lan'er go, as well as the unborn Kuan'er."

"So I jumped down myself. Only my death could save the lives of the three of them."

Ji Yunzhang pursed his lips and loosened his grip a little.

Mu Chun tilted his head, looked at the orange-red jumping flames, and threw the paintings into the brazier one by one.

"It's a pity that I didn't die. Not only did I not die, but I also fell into Meng Yunying's hands."

"I was tortured in the princess's mansion, and Rong Pingyuan was already dead at that time."

"I have been in the Princess' Mansion for three years and have experienced all kinds of torture. I am afraid that even the Heavenly Prison does not have as many torture instruments as the Princess' Mansion."

Having said this, he turned to look at Ji Yunzhang for the first time, "During this period, Crown Prince, the current emperor saw me in the princess's mansion. Do you know how the emperor reacted?"

He raised his head and laughed three times, "He didn't respond, he left."

"I wonder if the prince told the sage, and the sage sent someone to warn Meng Yunying not to tell anyone about this."

"They all watched people die without helping."

"They are the nobles of the heavenly family, and we are the lowly people whose lives are as insignificant as those of ants."

"I want to die so badly. The doctor in the Princess's Mansion is always on call. I can't die. I must be awake and in pain."

"Meng Yunying said that this was the price of rebelling against the Princess of the Heavenly Family."

"If I die, the three of them will die too."

"Tell me, with such a heavenly family, why wouldn't I rebel?"

Ji Yunzhang's hands slowly dropped down, "You..."

Mu Chun didn't look at him and continued to throw the painting into the brazier. "There was a fire in the princess's mansion. I escaped. Meng Yunying thought I died in the fire."

"Lan'er has always thought that I didn't go to look for her mother. I went there the night I escaped."

"Qingping died in my arms. She died of poisoning. Meng Yunying never let her go. The maid next to her was from the princess's mansion."

As he spoke, he slowly lowered his head, his voice trembling.

"How can I not hate, how can I not hate..."

(End of this chapter)