Xia Yifeng and Murong Zixuan's words caused the atmosphere in the room to drop sharply.
Leaning her body, Xia Yifeng's chin rested on Mu Yan's forehead.
Mu Yan, on the other hand, kept his head lowered and stood there silently.
It was as if everything that happened here had nothing to do with her.
Looking condescendingly at Murong Zixuan's neither humble nor arrogant expression, Xia Yifeng said nothing more.
She just grabbed Mu Yan's wrist and strode past everyone, preparing to leave with Mu Yan.
Following Xia Yifeng obediently, when Mu Yan passed by Murong Zixuan, he couldn't help but turn around to look at his gentle and elegant appearance.
But the gentle smile on Murong Zixuan's face stung Mu Yan's eyes.
Standing straight on the spot, the words Murong Zixuan spoke to Mu Yan with his lips made Mu Yan's heart tremble.
"wait for me."
Muttering to himself and repeating Murong Zixuan's words in his heart, Mu Yan's calm heart began to have waves.
What did he mean by asking her to wait for him?
Mu Yan, who was just lowering his head and thinking, didn't notice the furious expression on Xia Yifeng's face next to him.
When Mu Yan started to become alert, the two of them had already arrived at a mansion that Mu Yan was unfamiliar with.
He raised his foot and kicked the door open.
Standing at the door, Xia Yifeng's narrow eyes exuded a cold light that made people dare not look directly.
"Get out of here!"
The suppressed roar made all the servants kneeling in the room tremble and walk out of the room.
Pulling Mu Yan's wrist, Xia Yifeng forcefully closed the distance between the two.
Looking at Mu Yan's face so close, Xia Yifeng said sarcastically in a hoarse voice: "Is meeting your old sweetheart making you so happy?
You are so happy that you have forgotten my existence beside you."
Pushing Mu Yan's body, Xia Yifeng angrily threw her onto the big bed in the room, then turned over and pressed Mu Yan underneath her.
"Why are you so afraid that you only have this expression when facing me, right?"
Junyi's facial features were a little distorted because he was too angry.
Xia Yifeng asked Mu Yan with a ferocious expression.
Seeing that Mu Yan was still looking at him indifferently, not even intending to say anything to him, Xia Yifeng quickly leaned down, suppressing Mu Yan's struggling body, and kissed Mu Yan's lips roughly and violently.
With rejection and contempt flashing in his eyes, Mu Yan struggled desperately, but he couldn't break away from the already crazy Xia Yifeng.
In desperation, Mu Yan could only bite Xia Yifeng's tongue fiercely.
The faint smell of blood made Xia Yifeng's eyes turn red.
Mu Yan saw that the clothes on his body were about to be torn apart by Xia Yifeng again.
His hands tugged at Xia Yifeng's body in a panic.
Just as Mu Yan was dodging left and right to escape Xia Yifeng's rain-like kiss, his peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of the dagger placed on the bedside.
On the black knife holder, there was a golden dagger inlaid with a dragon-shaped pattern, and a murderous intent suddenly flashed in Mu Yan's eyes.
After struggling to reach for the dagger, Mu Yan stabbed Xia Yifeng fiercely.
The dagger suddenly pierced Xia Yifeng's left shoulder.
The blood soaked Xia Yifeng's clothes and dripped down Mu Yan's hand holding the dagger onto Mu Yan's face.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still.
Mu Yan was lying on the bed, his hair disheveled, looking at Xia Yifeng's lifeless expression and his blood-red clothes.
In a daze, Mu Yan felt as if tears flashed across Xia Yifeng's eyes, which hit Mu Yan's heart hard.
"You can avoid it."
Mu Yan threw away the dagger in his hand and turned away, not wanting to see Xia Yifeng again.
He could completely dodge her blow.
The blood stained Xia Yifeng's bright yellow clothes, and Xia Yifeng's always furious expression slowly became calmer.
Slowly sitting up, Xia Yifeng took off her clothes without saying a word.
The bronzed upper body caught Mu Yan's eyes without reservation.
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The shocking scar on Xia Yifeng's chest also made Mu Yan suddenly recall the past.
That was the scar she left on him in the Yun'an City military camp.
After getting out of bed, Xia Yifeng silently took out the medicine box from the cabinet against the wall and bandaged her wounds skillfully.
Mu Yan on the bed could only lie there quietly at this time.
She didn't understand why Xia Yifeng's expression was so calm.
After taking care of the wound, Xia Yifeng remained silent and found some clothes to change into.
Standing at the head of the bed, Xia Yifeng glanced at Mu Yan deeply and asked softly: "Get up, I'll take you back to Ziyuan Pavilion."
This ordinary sentence made Mu Yan feel unspeakably sad in his heart.
With a solemn expression, Mu Yan got up from the bed and tidied up the clothes that were pulled apart by Xia Yifeng.
Seeing Xia Yifeng coldly dismiss the crowd of palace maids and eunuchs, and walk quietly in front of him, Mu Yan couldn't figure out what he was thinking.
"Mu Yan."
Standing outside Ziyuan Pavilion, Xia Yifeng suddenly stopped in his tracks.
A cold voice called Mu Yan's name.
Xia Yifeng slowly looked back, staring at Mu Yan's somewhat surprised expression, and said, "In this world, the only person qualified to stand by your side will not be Murong Zi."
Xuan. , it can only be me.
Since you don’t believe that Murong Zixuan is the murderer of Mu Tong, then I will let you see his true face bit by bit, Murong Zixuan, the master of Piaomiao Palace. , what kind of man he really is.”
After taking two steps back, Xia Yifeng looked deeply at Mu Yan, then turned around and left decisively.
After walking into Ziyuan Pavilion dejectedly, Mu Yan walked back to the room with a stiff expression.
Opening the door and looking at the bright smiling faces of Feng Ruowu and the two children, Mu Yan could only forcefully raise the corners of his mouth and reveal an ugly smile.
"Yan'er, what's wrong?"
Feng Ruowu stood up nervously.
Feng Ruowu couldn't help but feel shocked when she saw Mu Yan standing there feebly.
"Did Xia Yifeng attack you again?"
Shaking his head, Mu Yan walked slowly to the table.
After sitting down on the table, Mu Yan picked up Mu Moheng who took the initiative to run towards her arms.
He raised his head with a helpless expression and looked at Feng Ruowu.
Said: "I stabbed him."
Opening her eyes wide, Feng Ruowu didn't understand the meaning of Mu Yan's words for a while.
And as Mu Yan later told what happened, Feng Ruowu felt that the air around her became a little colder, and she couldn't help but shudder.
"Yan'er."
Looking at Mu Yan seriously, Feng Ruowu whispered uneasily, "Could we have really misunderstood Xia Yifeng?"
"Will you?"
There was still obvious sarcasm in the faint smile.
Mu Yan neither shook his head nor nodded.
He just talked about his impression of Xia Yifeng, "I hate him.
I hate him to the core.
If I stab him to death with a knife today, I really don't think it would be a big deal.
It's just his words that make me feel unsure."
The voice paused, and Mu Yan lowered his head.
With a vague voice, he spoke again: "What should I do if it is really Zixuan?"
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