Bamboo horse is king

Chapter 390
Shen Jue'er managed to sew up Mu Yechen's wound completely.

Mu Yechen almost fainted from the pain.

Shen Jue'er usually prepared the usual medicine, although he didn't have Mafeisan, but he did have the medicine to stop the bleeding, and while he was being given the medicine, Ling Ruoshui suddenly ran over.

She stood at the door, staring blankly at Mu Yechen inside the room.

Luo Yifan stood behind her, pulling her arm.

Ye Ling and Ye Su worried that Ling Ruoshui would lose control like Luo Yifan, so they stood at the door and stopped them.

"How is he?" Ling Ruoshui asked in a trembling voice.

Ye Ling and Ye Su didn't answer.

Shen Jue'er was also silent, she was worried that her answer would disappoint Ling Ruoshui, since Ling Ruoshui hurt Mu Yechen, she naturally didn't want him to live.

In all fairness, if she was raped by a man she didn't like, she would kill him, no matter who he was, she would not hesitate.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Ling Ruoshui's heart sank to the bottom, his expression was in a trance, and he murmured, "Is it still dead?"

She didn't want him to die, the moment the dagger pierced his heart, she refused.

But her refusal was useless, he was so decisive.

She was shocked, shocked by his love for her, she never knew that he liked her.

He was drunk before, and when he said he liked her, she only took him as drunk. After all, he had hurt her so much in the past.

But he expressed his love in such a decisive way.

It was very quiet inside.

Concubine De looked at Ling Ruoshui with complicated eyes, and she spoke first to break the silence, "Ruoshui, I know Chen'er is sorry for you, it's normal for you to hate him, but you've done enough for him!"

"His fate was hanging by a thread that day. If it wasn't for Dr. Yun, he would have died, even today..."

"I beg you, Ruoshui, Doctor Luo, please let him go!"

"If you don't want to see him, I'll take him away, and our mother and son will leave!"

Ling Ruoshui stared blankly at Concubine De, the meaning of these words...

After a long silence, Ling Ruoshui turned and left.

At this moment, she didn't know how to face Mu Yechen, but it was good to live.

Hearing the sound of footsteps going away, Mu Yechen closed his eyes sadly.

……

The next day, Yun Ting came to see Mu Yechen's situation, and was very curious about the suture technique Shen Jue'er mentioned, and decided to go back to study after some conversation.

As the Chinese New Year is approaching, there is no need to go to Qingyun Courtyard. In the past few days, because of Mu Yechen's matter, Shen Jue'er has not been there either.

Seeing that the day Mu Jingyuan promised was less than a month away, Shen Jue'er looked forward to it every day, and was inexplicably nervous.

She believed in Mu Jingyuan, but she couldn't control her worry.

……

It's still the old castle.

Mu Jingyuan sat on the ground with his knees bent, leaning against the stone pillar next to him, his handsome face was cold and hard, his eyes were dim, and he was holding a yellowing scroll in his hand.

On the picture scroll is a strange but familiar woman.

The woman was dressed in white, squatting halfway, with black hair hanging casually on her shoulders, with a white bead ring on her head, her beautiful face was smiling like a flower, and behind her were patches of manjusawa, which were dazzlingly red.

that face...

Exactly the same as Shen Jue'er.

Mu Jingyuan's expression was complicated, and his five fingers lightly slid across the woman's face, "Who is she?"

"Enemy!"

The soul body in front of him stared at the painting scroll with dark and cold eyes.

Mu Jingyuan's eyes flickered slightly, "Since she is an enemy, why do you still keep her portrait?"

"If the deity can be destroyed, it would have been destroyed long ago!" Soul Body said coldly.

He is just a strand of obsession, without substance.

"What's her name?" Mu Jingyuan asked.

A flash of pain flashed in Soul Body's eyes, and his expression became dazed, "Her name is Xijue!"

"Xi Jue?"

Mu Jingyuan murmured, looking deeply at the woman in the portrait, with an indescribable yearning in his heart, his Jue'er, it turned out that they had known each other in previous lives.

(End of this chapter)