This princess is inappropriate

Chapter 405

Nishinomiya Jinghong gritted his teeth and propped himself up, then staggered towards Chu Jiaoxing's direction...

Chu Jiaoli also came to her senses suddenly, she ran up to Chu Jiaoxing, looked at her lying on the ground, and helped her up with difficulty: "Big sister, big sister?"

Chu Jiaoxing's consciousness was blurred, her eyes were distracted, and her lips were slightly opened and closed. She put her ears close and said, "Speak, I'll listen."

"Put Mo Wuyou...in the dungeon, watch him, I...have something to ask..."

A soft sentence exhausted all her strength, and when the words fell, her eyes darkened and she lost consciousness.

Seeing that she was still breathing and had a pulse, Chu Jiaoli's heart also became more stable. On the way to be rescued by soldiers and brought back to the palace, she turned her head to look at Mo Wuyou who was also in a coma while being escorted, her eyes froze.

Chu Jiaoxing said that she wanted to ask him something, did she already know something?
The carriage drove towards the imperial city. Inside the spacious carriage, Chu Jiaoxing was lying on a soft couch, and Jing Lan, who knew a little about medicine, performed acupuncture for her.

Chu Jiaoli wiped the blood on her face with a soaked veil, her eyes filled with endless worry.

In her impression, she had never seen such an outstanding big sister get injured.

"Empress, will the princess send you back to Xuanyue Residence?" the guard driving the carriage in front said sincerely.

He is Beigong Qianqiu's attendant, and now that both of them are unconscious, he can only obey Chu Jiaoli's arrangement.

Chu Jiaoli gently stroked Chu Jiaoxing's pale and bloodless face, and said, "Send it back to the palace."

"Yes."

Three days later.

Chu Jiaoxing slowly woke up from the bed. Hearing the movement of the bed, Chu Jiaoli, who was dozing off on the chair, woke up. She immediately poured a glass of water, walked quickly to Chu Jiaoxing's side, and sat on the bed. He helped her up and said, "Come on, big sister, drink some water."

Chu Jiaoxing pursed her lips, slowly swallowed the water she fed, and exhaled lightly, her pale expression was still a little weak: "What time is it?"

"Youshi." Chu Jiaoli put the water glass aside and said, "You have been asleep for three days."

Chu Jiaoxing raised her tired eyes, raised her hand to hold her slightly cold hand, and said, "You are taking care of me?"

Chu Jiaoli nodded slightly.

Chu Jiaoxing woke up suddenly, her heart skipped a beat, she frowned, her eyes were filled with worry and blame: "Why did you come back?"

Hearing this, Chu Jiaoli was silent for a moment.

Before she could answer, Chu Jiaoxing sighed again, and said, "Forget it, now that the turmoil has subsided, you can come back when you come back."

Chu Jiaoli pursed her lips, thoughtfully, the woman in her arms stood up, frowned and said, "Mo Wuyou..."

Chu Jiaoli supported her slowly, and said: "He is still alive, according to your order, he was captured alive and imprisoned."

Chu Jiaoxing gritted her teeth, and with Chu Jiaoli's support, she walked out slowly.

As they approached the prison, Chu Jiaoxing quickened her pace, and Chu Jiaoli looked worried: "Big sister, your body is still very weak, slow down..."

Chu Jiaoxing only felt restless, panicked for no reason, the blurry painting in her memory suddenly became clear, and those scrolls in Mo Wuyou's room made her heart beat violently.

After walking into a dark corner, the scene that greets you is shocking.

The man's hair was loose, and there was a strange silence in the mess. His clothes were scattered and drooped, revealing strong muscle texture, and the stretched curves had blue veins beating.

Two bloody hooks pierced through his lute bone, leaving a striking bright red. His hands and feet were chained to the surrounding walls, making him unable to move. The gesture of being forced to kneel was like a trapped animal, with Strong aggressiveness, even if his martial arts are exhausted and he can't move, he is still daunting, like a strong army trapped in chains.

Chu Jiaoxing stood not far in front of him, then pushed Chu Jiaoli away, and said, "You go back, there are some things that I want to talk to him alone."

Chu Jiaoli was slightly stunned, glanced at Mo Wuyou who was still breathing, pursed her lips, then turned and left.

The light of dusk shone in from the gaps in the sparse tiles and hit Mo Wuyou's body. He raised his handsome and ghostly face, which was obviously the most humiliating gesture, but his eyes still stared at her contemptuously. Deputy king demeanor.

"Hmph." Mo Wuyou snorted coldly and said, "You want to judge me?"

Chu Jiaoxing clenched her fists, and after deliberating for a long time, she said, "How much do you know about Chu Yan?"

Mo Wuyou frowned subconsciously, but did not speak.

Over the years, as long as Chu Yan was mentioned, his face would always look uneasy. Maybe it was because he cared about her reputation, and he would try his best to keep his relationship with her clear.

Thinking of the day when she broke into his bedroom and saw those scrolls, he slightly narrowed his phoenix eyes, and suddenly sneered, with a sarcasm on his face, and said, "Chu Yan, what does it have to do with you?"

Chu Jiaoxing bit her lips. Chu Jingmao's eldest wife, Yan Ning, had indeed had some relationship with Mo Wuyou. What she asked was naturally not about Mo Wei's mother, but about her modern mother.

That Yan Ning died when Mo Wei was seven years old, and she never saw her mother since she was a child. She was raised by her grandparents, and when she was ten years old, her mother suddenly appeared by her side. Is it really such a coincidence?
She looked at the man in front of her with eyes full of perplexity, her heart was like a drum, and she said: "Chu Yan, born on August [-]th, six feet tall, with tattoos of Bianhua flowers on the center of her eyebrows and on her back."

Mo Wuyou's brows were tightly frowned. The other side flower was drawn by him with ink that did not fade for thousands of years. The brows were still recognizable, but the pattern on Chu Yan's back was only shown to him. She came from nowhere. , how would you know?

Seeing the shock in his eyes, Chu Jiaoxing's heart hurts even more than before. If there are people in this time and space who are exactly the same as her mother, with the same appearance and body, but with different growth experiences, how can they just draw the exact same person? Tattoos?

In the picture scroll in Mo Wuyou's room, when she was a child, Chu Yan showed her forehead, but when she was a girl, she put down her bangs and covered it tightly. Could it be that what was covered was the tattoo?
Chu Jiaoxing hesitated to speak, opened and closed her lips, and changed the way of asking, "Is Chu Yan really dead?"

Mo Wuyou's body was startled suddenly, he raised his eyes and stared at her, his eyes were extremely cruel: "Foreign bastard, why are you criticizing her?!"

Chu Jiaoxing was not afraid of him, she frowned, clenched her fists and said, "Let me ask again, did you see Chu Yan's body seven years ago, did she really die in front of you? "

Mo Wuyou showed a look of astonishment that was rare, he had never seen it before, that day when he was retreating at Longyin Peak, someone came to report that Chu Yan was infected with the plague, and would be tied up and burned by the people in the city. With the gunpowder nearby, in the unexpected explosion, Chu Yan's body was gone.

When he came, what he saw was the tomb that the Chu family had erected for her.

(End of this chapter)