He actually wanted to cry.

Jiang Chengyi was speechless again, his voice hoarse, and cursed: "Hold back the tears. When I really die, you will cry again."

Xue Qing immediately stopped the tears in his eyes. This time he was so scared that he was so scared that he was so scared that he was so scared that he raised his hand and slapped himself hard in front of everyone.

Jiang Chengyi's eyes widened, and the slightly red bloodshot in the peach blossom eyes trembled. He stared at Xue Qing in surprise.

Xue Qing cried bitterly and said, "Blame me! Blame me! Blame me! If I were by my lord, you wouldn't have been so seriously injured."

He slapped his mouth a few more times, muttering and sobbing.

Jiang Chengyi was so angry that she couldn't laugh and cry when she saw this scene. She slightly pursed her pale lips and said weakly: "Even if you are by my side, you may not be able to defeat the person who assassinated me. If you think about it, even I can't beat that person, can you see how powerful this person's martial arts are?"

Speaking of which, this is a shameful thing. I think he is the dignified Prince Qiusang, the descendant of Nan Yundu, and the extremely noble god Yun Jing from the Nine Heavens. Now he has been seriously injured by a mortal in the mortal world? If this is spread, no one dares to believe it.

Jiang Chengyi gently patted his forehead with his fingers, feeling bored and angry.

Xue Qing sobbed and asked, "Lord...Lord, do you know who assassinated you?"

The weak-bodied Langjun's eyes oozed out of frost and said hoarsely: "The man is carrying Mu Li, and I can't see his appearance."

He stared at the crimson gauze on the top of the tent, narrowing his eyes slowly and gracefully, and the perfect face lines outlined the coldness of the iceberg.

Although the person who attacked him couldn't see his appearance clearly, his figure and tricks during the fight made him extremely familiar.

Xue Qing didn't know this, and was worried and scared, and said with great strength: "Who is it that you are going to die? Lord, I will check it now. There are not many people in this world who can compete with you and hurt you, and there are only one hand under my own hands. As long as I check it, the person behind the scenes will hide."

He turned around and was about to leave, but Jiang Chengyi reached out to grab him in time. His face was gray, his lips were flattened, his eyes contracted, and he became extremely serious: "Don't check. I already have eyes for who this person is. Now, I have another thing for you to do."

Xue Qing was stunned and looked surprised: "Didn't the lord not see his appearance?"

Jiang Chengyi showed a strange expression, staring at him with a cursive look, but he didn't say anything.

Xue Qing's scalp was numb when he was staring at him, and he swallowed the Adam's apple in fear. He gave up the previous question and whispered: "Lord, what do you want me to do?"

Jiang Chengyi then changed his gaze. Although he was weak, he was calm and composed: "I want to prepare the four treasures of the study. I want to compile two books and send them to the north and Kuaiji at a quick horse."

Xue Qing nodded and went to do the matter in person.

A bunch of servants and doctors were left in the room, quietly, and no one dared to speak. Jiang Chengyi moved his body hard, lowered his eyes and looked at the injuries on his waist. The faint pain was like being stuck by a silver needle, tightly pressing the flesh and blood, which made him feel unbearable, and there was still fine cold sweat on his forehead.

At this time, a conversation came from outside.

"The lord hasn't come back yet?" Mu Yun's gentle and weak voice came.

Jiang Chengyi immediately raised his ears and listened, his whole body tensed up, and his mind was restless.

Xue Si's voice followed: "Lord...Lord has not returned yet."

Jiang Chengyi heard this and felt something was wrong: this silly boy was so nervous, he might be exposed.

He knew Mu Yun so well, and as expected, Mu Yun wondered, "When is it now? Even if he was walking, it should be back. I've been taking a nap for a while, but he's still staying outside?"

When Xue Si faced the female questioning, she couldn't answer: "This, this, my subordinates don't know why the lord hasn't come back yet. Maybe something was delayed outside?"

Mu Yun stared at him coldly, raised his eyebrows slightly, and then sneered: "Xue Si, your ability to lie has really not improved at all."

Xue Si shook, his words stuck in his throat, and he didn't know how to answer.

Jiang Chengyi's heart was already hanging in his heart.

"Female, I, I really didn't lie... The lord really didn't come back." Xue Si was so nervous that he was sweating and stammeringly said.

The more he did this, the more suspicious Mu Yun became.

She nodded deliberately, then raised a high pitch and smiled: "Oh...then it seems that I haven't come back."

Mu Yun turned around and pretended to leave. Xue Si finally breathed a sigh of relief. Before he could recover, he saw Mu Yun turn around and rush forward with lightning speed and kick open the door behind him.

Xue Si was so scared that he was stunned for a moment. Then he rushed to Mu Yun with a quick reaction and blocked her and said, "Female, Female, the lord is really not in the house."

Mu Yun curled his lips, and his eyes were filled with coldness. He was very displeased in his words: "You think I'm stupid? If he is really not here, would you stop me like this?"

Xue Si's upper and lower lips kept trembling, and his teeth were knocked together, not knowing how to explain.

Mu Yun glanced at him and was about to rush inside.

Xue showed embarrassment on all sides, and tried his best to stop him, and kept blocking him, "Female...Female, don't make things difficult for subordinates, you can't let you in."

Mu Yun was already angry, but now he was even more angry.

So he said a harsh word: "Jiang Chengyi? Jiang Mengzhi!? What are you doing inside that sorry for me? Let your people stop me like this?"

Xue Si didn't dare to touch the woman in front of him, and he had to stop her again.

Mu Yun was already trying to punch, and Xue Si was so scared that he curled up and hid behind the bead curtain, afraid that she would rush up and beat him up.

After all, the woman was able to demolish the house when she became manic. And her martial arts skills were far inferior to hers.

However, as Jiang Chengyi's close-fitting follower, although Xue Si was afraid, he still used his body as a flesh shield to block the screen, preventing Mu Yun from getting closer.

Until a cool and quiet voice came from the other end of the ancient wooden screen: "Xue Si, let her come in."

Xue Si froze, stopped his obstruction of death, stood there and replied foolishly, "Lord, lord, you..."

Before he finished speaking, the young man was pushed away by Mu Yun, and he staggered a few steps, almost unable to stand firm.

Mu Yun's face was sharp. When he walked around the screen, he saw Jiang Chengyi sitting in front of the desk with a blank look on his face, holding a book in his hand, leaning his head against Mo Qing's short couch on the right, lazily reading the books in his hand.

He changed into a black robe at some point and covered his upright posture tightly.

She showed a strange expression and stared at him in a daze. Jiang Chengyi never wore dark robes. He despised such robes too well-educated and was very inconsistent with his temperament. He loved blue robes, sky blue, dailan, and blue gray were always his favorite three types. But now, he didn't wear them, which made Mu Yun feel weird.

Seeing that there was nothing else abnormal in the inner room, Mu Yun was puzzled: "Are you reading a book?"

Jiang Chengyi nodded.

Mu Yun frowned with beautiful and slender eyebrows: "Why would Xue Si try his best to stop me like this?"

Jiang Chengyi did not answer.

A group of people in the room stood aside, but the medical order he had been with him had been hiding.

Mu Yun looked around and felt that the atmosphere was very strange and could not tell what was strange. He asked, "Since you are idle reading, why do you have to hire so many servants and maids? There are still many affairs in the mansion that require manpower, and the female servants are too busy. You are so good... What do you want to do if you find all the people?"

Jiang Chengyi lowered his head slightly at this moment and did not show his face in front of her, so his dismal face was not discovered by Mu Yun.

It was so uncomfortable for him to sit like this. If you observe carefully, you will find that his hand holding the book was trembling at this moment, but he tried his best to restrain it, so it was not obvious.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Mu Yun felt even more angry and said, "Why, after a fight in the morning, you plan to ignore me for the rest of your life, right?"

Jiang Chengyi kept lowering his eyes and did not look at her. The wound on his waist collapsed again due to improper sitting posture, and he was oozing blood a little at this moment.

He gritted his teeth and tried to make his voice sound normal: "If the affairs in the house are heavy, you can take them away."

A cold and indifferent sentence, no temperature.

Mu Yun couldn't help feeling wronged.

In fact, when she came here, she felt that what she said in the morning was indeed a bit inappropriate. She knew very well that the person she loved was originally a very respectful person. However, she still mocked him mercilessly and even used the past to inspire him. After returning home, she regretted it during lunch break, but because of her self-esteem, she always felt that the words he refuted were also unscrupulous words, which made people very angry, so she thought, maybe he could accept her softly when he waited.

But now, Jiang Chengyi's neither salty nor indifferent attitude really annoyed her.

She smiled bitterly, her face clearly badly: "No need. Since you want someone to serve, let them stay here. I'm leaving."

She turned around in disappointment, lowered her head, and walked out step by step, hoping that Jiang Chengyi could look up at her, even if she saw her, she would be willing to give in immediately. She and her have not seen each other for nearly half a year. The suffering and longing for the past six months are no less than before.

However, Jiang Chengyi still did not look up at her.

Mu Yun shook his sleeves angrily, rushed out of the screen in shame, snatched the door, and tears poured out of his eyes.

Seeing that the petite figure disappeared from the other end of the screen, Jiang Chengyi dared to panicle nerves and kept supporting his left arm with all his strength at this time, as if he had been drained from his strength and suddenly became soft.

He fell to the ground suddenly, frowned tightly, and fell into a coma again.

At this time, the medical order, hiding behind the bed and the wooden gap between the sunken sandalwood box, quickly ran out, and took three or two steps to his side, exclaiming: "Master Jiang!"
Chapter completed!