Bamboo horse is king

Chapter 62 Because of her, Hades has mercy
Shen Jue'er looked lonely, feeling sad for those who came from humble backgrounds.

"Big ice cube, the world is hard enough, I really don't want to see those miserable people tortured to death."

"They're all still kids..."

"If given a choice, no one would like to live a humble life, to be bought and sold like an item, and to be bullied."

Shen Jue'er said, her voice choked up.

Mu Jingyuan was not feeling well, he was used to seeing life and death, he was naturally cold-hearted, but he couldn't see her being sad.

Sighing helplessly, "You are injured, so you can rest, and I will send you back home tomorrow morning."

"You'll help them, won't you?" Shen Jue'er had expectations in her eyes.

Mu Jingyuan's eyes were gentle, and he gently stroked Shen Jue'er's face with his big palm, "Listen to this king, sleep peacefully, everything will be fine tomorrow."

"Really?"

"real!"

"it is good!"

Shen Jue'er left Mu Jingyuan's embrace, jumped into bed, and closed her eyes obediently.

Mu Jingyuan tucked in the quilt for her, got up and left.

Luo Yifan hurriedly followed.

In the courtyard, Mu Jingyuan stood with his hands behind his back, his face was stern, his slender figure was tall and straight, and his body was full of dignity.

"Jing, what are you going to do?" Luo Yifan asked, he was indescribably shocked, because of a woman who had mercy on the Living Hades, Shen Jue'er's influence far exceeded his estimation.

Mu Jingyuan was silent for a long time, and said in a deep voice, "I'll give you half a month to eradicate the forces behind the crown prince without any spare effort. This king doesn't want to see someone who can be used in his hands!"

"Half a month?" Luo Yifan raised his voice, "I said big brother, you are flattering me too much, half a year may not be able to do it!"

"The people under this king, you can control them as you like!"

Luo Yifan's eyes flashed brightly, "Including people from Yan Sha Palace?"

"Ok!"

"Then it's fine!"

Yan Shadian is the most powerful force in Mu Jingyuan's hands.

"By the way, that Taoist Chiyuan..."

"Keep Chi Yuan for the time being, this king will take care of it himself!"

Mu Jingyuan's gloomy eyes were cold and frightening, anyone who dared to hurt him would die too cheaply!
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next day
Shen Jue'er slept until the sun was high, and when she woke up, she had already returned to Shen's residence.

Although the injury is not serious, the body is still a little weak.

At noon, just after lunch, the porter came to report that the third lady of the Ling family came to visit.

Shen Jue'er hastily asked someone to invite her to Xichen Pavilion.

Ling Ruoshui only brought a maid.

She was wearing a water-blue dress, tall and slender, with exquisite makeup, and her facial features were not perfect, but they were not bad, and belonged to the attractive category.

Shen Jue'er lazily leaned on the reclining chair, her hair was loosely loose, her face was not made up, her little face was a little pale, but she was still beautiful.

Ling Ruoshui saluted with a soft expression, "Miss Shen is sick?"

Shen Jue'er smiled, "Please sit down!"

"Thank you!"

Ling Ruoshui sat down opposite Shen Jue'er.

Shen Jue'er looked at Ling Ruoshui with her beautiful eyes, the change was not ordinary, except for the change in appearance, it was more about temperament.

In the past, Ling Ruoshui was often bullied and didn't know how to resist.

Although he came from a good family background, he has no aura to speak of, and is weak and timid, a typical doormat.

But now, although her appearance is not stunning enough, her eyes are full of confidence, she has her own unique aura, she is elegant and extravagant from the inside out, which cannot be ignored.

Shen Jue'er hooked her lips and smiled slightly, "I haven't seen you for five years, you are really surprising!"

"Miss Shen is laughing at you! Before you came here, I heard people say that you look better than a fairy. Seeing this makes me feel ashamed." Ling Ruoshui said with a smile, without the slightest bit of inferiority or envy on her face.

(End of this chapter)