Waiting for pets

Yueyuebai was punished, Mu Zhili only brought him out of the dungeon, and didn't ask about the rest, ordered someone to invite a doctor for him, and then ignored him.

Yuebai seemed to be forgotten by others, only the guard named Honghu who took the initiative to strike up a conversation with him before came to see him when he was free

Seeing Yuebai applying the medicine by himself, Honghu couldn't bear it, so he took the medicine bottle from his hand and helped him apply the medicine.

The whips on the back alternated with the old and new scars burned by the fire before. The wounds were shocking, and Honghu babbled again.

"In the past, the seventh son's illness occurred once every two months, but this time it recurred in less than a month. The prince valued the seventh son the most. This time you are punished mostly because the prince thought you were the seventh son's close attendant and failed to respond in time. It is dereliction of duty to notice that the Seventh Young Master is ill, and you will learn a lot from the pitfalls. In the future, you should be smarter, and don't go to the Seventh Young Master..."

Honghu spoke dryly, but didn't get a response for a long time, and then walked around in front of Yuebai, only to realize that he was so far away that he didn't listen at all, Honghu sighed, and pressed hard on the wound on his shoulder.

The pain and stimulation brought Yuebai back to his senses, and he raised his eyes and glared at Honghu.

Yuebai has long been used to enduring pain, he never opened his mouth, even when he pressed his wound just now, he didn't hear him make a sound.

Honghu took a closer look, and his eyes fell on Yuebai's face. The hideous scar that was black and oozing pus and blood was really terrifying. He quickly looked away and smiled, "So you are really dumb, I thought you..."

In fact, Honghu is not the only one who suspects Yuebai, but it seems that only Honghu is interested in probing.

Yuebai frowned, then shook her head.

"What do you mean by shaking your head?" Honghu became interested.

Yuebai pursed her lips, pointed to the position of her neck, opened her mouth but didn't make a sound, her face was full of disappointment.

Honghu stroked his chin, turned around Yuebai, and said thoughtfully, "So you're not dumb, it's just that your voice is broken."

Yuebai didn't nod or shake his head, his eyes were looking at the door, as if he was expecting something.

Honghu was puzzled, and also glanced at the door twice.

The two are not familiar with each other, so it is difficult to guess each other's thoughts, especially Yuebai, Honghu doesn't bother to guess.

After that, Honghu said some more words, just like talking to himself, and he left after making fun of himself.

When her ears were cleared, Yuebai was no longer absent-minded, got up and closed the door, picked up the bronze mirror and looked at the scar on her face.

Before leaving Fuyun Temple, Master Qi gave him a box of plaster and told him to apply it on the wound on his face. At that time, he thought it was the medicine that Master Qi had specially gone to Master Wu to seek for him, and only then did he understand that Qi Gongzi The real intention of the son.

Seventh Young Master probably expected what happened yesterday.

The water in the Marquis of Anding's mansion is muddy and deep, how many undercurrents are hidden under the calm appearance, the father is kind, the son is filial, and the brothers and friends are respectful, how much sincerity is there...

The Seventh Young Master is so powerful at such a young age, he has prepared for the rainy day and has no plans left. It is because of this that he can gain a firm foothold in the Marquis Mansion, and no one can underestimate him.

Because of these cognitions of Mu Zhili, Yuebai felt that Mu Zhili had many similarities with the person in his memory.

Not only do they look alike, but they also act alike.

If he hadn't known that the man was the only child in the family, he might really have felt that the two had a close relationship.

Heaven is jealous of Yingcai, that person passed away a few years ago, if that person was still alive, he would not look like a weak young man like the seventh son.

The last time I saw that person was to spy from a distance, but he was also handsome and heroic.

In comparison, the Seventh Young Master looked much weaker and his body shape was completely different.

But at this time, it was quiet in Li Yuan, and the guards all retreated outside the courtyard to guard.

Mu Zhili was sitting on the chair, holding the medicine bowl in one hand and the other in the other.Stir gently with the porcelain spoon, the porcelain spoon will make a sound when it collides with the medicine bowl, making the atmosphere in the quiet room even more eerie.

And Mu Fei was sitting on the other side of the round table, with a gloomy expression and a modest appearance in front of others.

As if Mu Zhili hadn't noticed it, he poured the bitter medicine into his mouth spoon by spoon, until the bottom of the bowl was reached, he raised the medicine bowl towards Mu Fei, and smiled lightly.

"My lord, the medicine is gone."

Mu Fei's face darkened again, and he said, "To this day, you still don't believe that I treat you sincerely, that it was my father who poisoned you...you are too smart, he is afraid that you will join forces with outsiders to deal with us, but I I said that when the great cause is accomplished and you marry me, I will definitely ask my father to give you the antidote."

Mu Zhili has heard this kind of words countless times, and he has long been numb, and there is only one sentence when dealing with Mu Fei.

"Everyone knows that Mu Zhili is the seventh son of the Marquis of Anding, and he and the son are blood brothers. The son should not do things that are against the norms. After all, you are not the only son of the Marquis who can inherit the great cause."

The so-called deep brotherhood is nothing more than the secret speculation of others, and the seventh son Mu Zhili who suddenly appeared three years ago is just an identity suitable for living.

She is Xie Yaohua, but no one knows her name except her close relatives.

In the 16 years before she became Mu Zhili, she and her brother shared the same identity and the same name.

Xie Chonghua.

Three years ago, her father was killed, her mother died in love, her brother was seriously injured and unconscious, and she became Mu Zhili by mistake.

Mu Jiuxiao saved her because he wanted her to be used by him. In order to completely control her, in addition to arranging a new identity for her, he also tampered with her when saving her. Her life and death were in Mu Jiuxiao's hands.

The person Mu Jiuxiao wanted was Xie Chonghua, but after he was rescued, he found out that 'Xie Chonghua' was actually a daughter, and he was surprised and had a new plan.

Mu Fei learned about this by accident, and his attitude towards her was very different from before.

Being rejected again, Mu Fei lost his previous bearing, and said with a sneer, "It's best not to be caught by me about the matter between you and Jinxiu Villa, otherwise it won't just be a matter of scaring, you remember , you can only be mine."

Mu Zhili's expression didn't change at all, and he just said calmly, "It turns out that the son of Jinxiu Villa disappeared for several days without any reason. You were the one who did it. If the Marquis knew about this, the son would have to be reprimanded. As for what the son said about me Having an affair with that person from Jinxiu Villa is pure nonsense, my son, you have acted too recklessly, you must not forget that person from Jinxiu Villa has a special status, if there is a slight difference, even the Marquis may not be able to bear it."

"Zhili is warning me not to attack that person from Jinxiu Villa again?" Mu Fei smiled nonchalantly.

Mu Zhili shook his head, "I'm just reminding my son, don't ruin your plan because of unfounded things. No matter how bad the person in Jinxiu Villa is, his surname is Yu. Even the king can only order people to eat and serve him well."

Hearing this, Mu Fei smiled disdainfully, "It's just a proton left by the royal family in Xiyue, an abandoned waste, nothing to be afraid of, now that you think about it carefully, from your point of view, you can't look down on that kind of useless After all, you and I are on the same boat... Maybe I really worry too much."

Mu Zhili didn't bother to answer, and went back to bed and lay down.

As Mu Fei approached, Fang stretched out his hand to touch Mu Zhili's back shoulder, when a servant's report came from the door.

"My son, Lord Hou sent someone to pass the message, asking you to go to the study."

The door of the room was not closed, and the voice from outside the room was heard clearly into the room. Mu Fei withdrew his outstretched hand, and his eyes fell on the slender and thin figure lying on his side with his back facing him, with the arrogance of determination in his eyes.

"It's been three years. I've waited too long. If I ask my father to ask for you at this time, what do you think he will do?"

Mu Zhili didn't turn around, and said calmly, "If Master Hou really has this intention, I have no complaints."

"Okay, you wait for my good news."

Mu Fei was full of confidence, and the desire in his eyes deepened. When he stretched out his hand again, the servant outside the room urged and called again.

"My son, Master Hou asked you to..."

"roll!"

The good things were ruined again and again, and Mu Fei was furious. He completely ignored the modesty and gentleness he pretended to be on weekdays, and turned around and walked out quickly after scolding.

When the footsteps faded away until they disappeared, Mu Zhili sat up and looked at the wide open door, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of unconcealable disgust.

Even though Mu Jiuxiao now covers the sky in Xiyue with one hand, Mu Jiuxiao's ambition is more than a king of Xiyue. Mu Fei is more than smart, but short-sighted and difficult to achieve.

After Mu Fei left, the young man who had just passed the message outside the house came in, closed the door, and was thinner than ordinary men, with an ordinary face, walked up to Mu Zhili and bowed to salute But when he spoke, his voice was very different from just now.

"Master, are you okay?"

The person who came was Aoba who turned into a servant.

Mu Zhili pursed his lips, and a soft look appeared on his pale face, "It's nothing serious, it's just a show."

"Is there news from Qingying?"

Qing Ying said, "Master is really good at predicting things, Mr. Yu... there was an accident at Jinxiu Villa, and news came from the middle of the capital that the young prince of the Jin Palace will arrive in Xiyue soon. It seems that he has obtained a secret decree. Take the one from Jinxiu Villa back."

Mu Zhili was not surprised by this.

Tianchen is affiliated to Xiyue. Ten years ago, Tianchen Emperor Yingnian passed away and was located in his younger brother Su Wang Yuji. Since then, the court has been controlled by traitors, and Tianchen's national power has gradually declined. , Xiyue became even more arrogant, and did not take Tianchen seriously.

Mu Zhili said thoughtfully, "Emperor Tianchen now has only a few princesses under his knees, and no princes. The most likely person of the Yu family to be crowned as heir is the only blood left by the former emperor. The king of Jin is Emperor Tianchen. His confidant, the young prince of the Jin Palace is both wise and brave, and it would be perfect to send him to pick up the orphan of the late emperor, but the proton in Jinxiu Villa now..."

The trick of stealing the beam and changing the post is really unknown, and it is obviously planned for a long time.

At first Qingye didn't think so far-reaching, but now she was startled after hearing what the master said.

"Master, do you want that fake in Jinxiu Villa..." Qingye made a 'kill' gesture.

Mu Zhili waved his hand, "It's okay, let him live longer, all forces are watching, whether he can return to Tianchen safely depends on the ability of that little prince, besides, there is that fake, Ziyan is safer. "

Yu Ziyan's true identity is no longer a secret, and the person behind the scenes played a good game of chess. The only thing that was missed here was Yu Ziyan's narrow escape.

The disappearance of Yuziyan ten days ago was related to Mu Fei, but after hearing what Mu Fei said just now, she was sure that Mu Fei didn't know that the ones in Jinxiu Villa were fakes.

Mu Fei tortured Yuebai and took off Yuebai's mask, probably thinking that she would bring Yuziyan back to the Hou's mansion in order to be with Yuziyan.

Yu Ziyan has been in the West for nearly three years, and has never interacted with anyone. He is a down-and-out protégé, and naturally no one wants to make friends. Even if Mu Fei has met Yu Ziyan, he is not familiar with it.

Yuebai and Yuziyan are the same person, but Mu Zhili has made arrangements long ago. Yuebai and Yuziyan have completely two faces, even the closest people can hardly distinguish them.

Seeing that the master is weak and haggard like this and is still planning for Mr. Yu, Qingye can't help being a little angry.

"Master, you have devoted your heart and soul to Young Master Yu, but it is difficult for Young Master Yu to take on such a big responsibility. Are you worth it?"

Mu Zhili smiled and sighed softly, "It's too early to say whether it's worth it or not. I met him when I was young. He grew up in a cold palace and lacked food and clothing, but he is still alive and well. Don't be a little kid." Look at him."

Qingye was stunned, opened her mouth but had nothing to say, she had never seen such an expression from her master.

Relieved, joyful, without the slightest perfunctory.

Master, she has not shown her face and smiled sincerely for a long time.

At night, Yuebai was tossing and turning, the wound on his body was burning, and he was even more anxious. When Mu Zhili appeared in his room, he was stunned for a long time.

"Seventh, Seventh Young Master..."

Unknowingly, a hoarse voice came out of his mouth, and after knowing it, he sat up and stared at the cloak by the dim light of the candle, which could not conceal his slender figure.

She came to stand in front of the bed, stared at him for a moment in the flickering light, and handed the small porcelain bottle in her hand to him.

"With this, there will be no scars on the face."