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Chapter 60 I Know You Are Wronged

There is only one Fourth Miss in Jianghu.

The Fourth Miss is the darling of the heavens, with amazing talents and beauty, and she is favored by thousands of honors.

She is the beloved daughter of Mu Cangping, the number one in the famous sword list, and the precious granddaughter who is held in the palm of the hand of the martial arts leader Jin Zhenyue.

She is also the fiancee of Jin Liu, the best son of the Jin family, and the future mistress of the Jin family.

If you are extremely intelligent, you will die, if you are too full, you will lose money.

With the destruction of the Jin family and the fire in the Mu family, the name Fourth Miss has not been mentioned for many years.

This is the case with many things in the world.With a layer of window paper, no one will think about it in depth.But once the layer of paper is pierced, the cloudy mountains and foggy waters will become more and more real.

People looked at the straight-backed woman standing on the sword-drinking platform from a distance, with clear features and ethereal character, and those who had met Leader Mu said, "It looks like it! It's really too similar."

Li Ting also said: "It really looks like it!"

Amid all the attention, Mu Dianke smiled slightly.

With a smile, two moving dimples appeared on her cheeks.Like the spring breeze blowing through the flowers and trees, the fine stones caused ripples.

Anyone who has met Miss Fourth knows that the little girl has dimples when she smiles.

"Pavilion Master Li has good eyesight."

Li Mubai said: "It's not because of my good eyesight. Apart from Miss Fourth, how can there be another person in this world who can use Mu Family Sword and Jin Family Sword Technique so freely?"

Although the inheritance of the Jin Family Sword is not as strict as the Mu Family Sword, it will not be spread casually.

Among this generation, apart from Jin Zhenyue's two granddaughters, Jin Rulian and Jin Nishang, the only woman who has practiced the Jin family sword is the Fourth Miss who was raised in the Jin family since she was a child.

And her sword technique was obviously taught by Jin Zhenyue himself.One knife, one style, grasped extremely well.She's actually a bit stronger than that Miss Jin Wu, Jin Zhige, who didn't let her beard back then.

The crowd that had fallen into eeriness and silence suddenly exploded.Like a pot of boiling water, it keeps churning.

Li Xiaoxiao was too shocked to speak.

She has not yet adapted to the transformation of Miss Yunsan, Yunlin is the saintess of the Ming Palace, Markaqin. Suddenly, the people on the stage changed into the daughter of Mu Cangping, the leader of the martial arts alliance.

Han Yiluo seemed to be struck by lightning.

In broad daylight, the world is bright, the fourth lady who should have been reincarnated, carrying a soy sauce pot and running all over the street is... a corpse fraud?

A group of people looked at Chang Qianfo together.

Chang Qianfo just stood leaning against the railing in silence, oblivious to the gazes on him.

It turned out that she was Miss Mu Si who died in the fire nine years ago!She is the fiancée of Jin Yanchen, the sixth son of Jin who escaped from birth.

But why, she was clearly alive, but she didn't choose to go back to Mu's house to seek her father's protection, but went to the desert under anonymity?
Why did she choose to call her brother and sister even though she had a marriage contract with Jin Yanchen?
There is also that Elder Xu Younan, who is quite well-established in the city, knowing his intentions, bypassing Jin Yanchen and ordering someone to take him to see Mu Dianke, making no secret of his intention to help achieve success.

All of this is too unusual.

Chang Qianfo intuitively felt that there was a huge secret hidden behind these mysteries.It is related to the truth about the destruction of the Jin family, and even... related to the fire in the Mu family.

Chang Jihai didn't like Mu Cangping.

This was not guessed by Chang Qianfo, but Chang Jihai told him clearly.

The old man Chang, who has lived for most of his life, is pessimistic about Fengyun, and rarely feels like or dislike for anyone or anything.

However, the grandfather and grandson were sitting under the big tree playing chess that day, and someone came to ask Mu Cangping to see him. Chang Jihai frowned slightly, and a white piece slowly settled on the chessboard. People... In the future, if you can deal less, deal less."

Chang Qianfo has never been very clear about why Chang Jihai doesn't like Leader Mu, who has both ability and political integrity and is deeply loved by martial arts people.

Now he seems to have a little understanding.

The answers to this series of unsolved mysteries are all in Chang Jihai's heart, but he didn't say it out.

As for the answer, Chang Jihai even concealed it from his own grandson, it must be very surprising, he felt that Chang Qianfo didn't need to know, nor should he know.

Chang Qianfo's heart seemed to be held by an invisible big hand, rubbing it vigorously, as if suffocating.

The carriage of Jiange gradually drove away from the noisy crowd, leaving Mu Dianke alone on the high sword drinking platform.

Her figure stood alone outside the crowd, her figure looked so lonely, and it seemed that she had always been so lonely.

So everything seemed so natural, as if she was born to be like this, to be alone, standing outside all the hustle and bustle of the world.

In the crowd, Minggong assassins are cleaning up the assassins who are waiting for an opportunity to assassinate Mu Dianke.

Mu Dian did not return the sword to its sheath, but held the long sword, which was still stained with blood from Li Mubai's chest, and slowly descended step by step along the high steps of the sword drinking platform.

Even if there are the most elite assassins in the two palaces of heaven, earth, and earth, she still only wants to believe in the sword in her hand.

She is always ready to meet the assassination and assassination from her own father.

Having just experienced a fierce battle, she looked weak, as if she might collapse at any moment.

In fact, she was really weak.

But no one dared to come forward to help her.Ming Palace disciples dare not.Others dare not.

She saw the man in the silver brocade robe at the end of the crowd, standing with his back to the sun, still so peaceful and dazzling, like a graceful god.

He walked towards her step by step, and every step he took seemed to get farther and farther away from her.

Mu Dianke's heart seemed to be pricked by a needle, and a sharp pain spread, making her laugh: "Look, I'm such a witch who doesn't know her parents or her father."

Chang Qianfo walked over without saying a word, and stretched out his arms to hold her in his arms.

She forgot to hide, and bumped into a generous and warm chest unexpectedly, feeling Chang Qianfo's powerful arms tightening on her back, and her chin resting on the top of her head: "I know." He said.

His voice was deep and hoarse, with a force that penetrated people's hearts: "I know you are wronged."

Tears welled up in Mu Dianke's eyes that had been dry for a long time.It's like a sudden rain in a dry day, and once it rains, it can't be cleaned up.

She didn't even cry silently, and the tears flowed out layer by layer along the sockets of her eyes.Like a silent spring, the clothes on Chang Qianfo's chest were soaked in a large area.

She heard everyone in the audience talking about Fourth Miss, Mu Cangping...Mu Cangping, Fourth Miss.

Yes, she is Miss Fourth, and she is Mu Cangping's daughter.

But it was Mu Cangping's biological father who burned her out of Luoyang nine years ago.She was so burned that she had to feign death to hide her name and leave her hometown.

If possible, she would rather not use her name back for the rest of her life.

She would rather be Yunlin and Malkaqin, but not the Fourth Miss Mu Dianke that everyone envies when they mention it.

The scars that had been tightly covered for so many years were uncovered by herself in front of the whole world.

She wanted to scream, to kill.

She told herself in her heart, just bear with it, just bear with it.Hasn't it always been like this for so many years?
But Chang Qianfo suddenly appeared.

He stood in front of her and told her that it turned out that this was a grievance.

It turns out that she can also be wronged!

Mu Dianke's tensed shoulders finally collapsed, and he wept silently in Chang Qianfo's arms.It was as if the pain and weakness of so many years had finally found an outlet, and I could finally cry with peace of mind.

Chang Qianfo embraced the silent but trembling woman in his arms, his condensed eyes gathered together, full of pain.

He subconsciously tightened his arms and hugged her tightly, trying to give her a little more warmth and strength.

This woman, she is both strong and fragile, seemingly indifferent, but actually soft, she makes countless heroes in the world frightened, but alone makes him feel distressed.

The voices of people boiling around became quiet and then boiled again, like a tide coming from all sides, enveloping the two people who were embracing each other.

People looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.I guessed the origin of this young man in my heart.

Is it Jin Liu?

Judging from the conversation between the two, it is clearly not the case.Miss Si's resurrection from the dead is already shocking, how could there be another resurrected Jin Liu?

However, how could the aloof Fourth Miss let a strange man embrace him so easily?

The only one who is qualified to hold hands and shoulders with him is the high-spirited Chang'an boy Jin Liu.

Mu Dianke pushed Chang Qianfo away abruptly.

She was like a frightened rabbit, her face was full of panic, her feet didn't know how to land on the ground, she jumped to the ground very uncoordinated, and she took four or five steps back before she stopped.

His expression was dazed, as if he had just woken up from a big dream.

She turned around and quickly fled out of the crowd.

Chang Qianfo took a step forward, subconsciously trying to reach out his hand to stop her, but the raised hand only slowly fell down.

So what?After all, he couldn't help himself and did something that shouldn't be done, so why make the same mistake again and again?
An ordinary carriage was parked outside the crowd, hidden among a group of magnificent chariots, it was not eye-catching at all.

A slender, slightly rough hand is holding the blue-gray cloth curtain, half-lifted.

Those were really a pair of extremely beautiful hands, with slender and strong fingers and well-defined knuckles.There is a knife cocoon in the palm of the tiger's mouth, which is the hand of a warrior.

That hand lowered the curtain, and a deep voice came from the carriage: "Let's go!"

When the coachman heard the cold, savage word "go", his hands trembled, he whipped the horse's back, and the carriage drove away into the distance.

(End of this chapter)