I promise

Chapter 653
"Stop her!" Mu Zijian yelled through the window.

The entourage rushed out quickly, and quickly dragged them over the fence and blocked them in the middle of the road.

At this time, Mu Yueting had led the horse several feet away.

The name of her mount is "Crimson Flowing Snow", the color of her coat is a rare fire red, but the mane on the top of her head is white.When he started running, the red light flew like lightning, the snow mane scattered and flew, and the horse was abnormal.

This horse was a good horse that Qian Wanxing bought from the Western Regions after spending a lot of effort and money, and presented it to Mu Cangping as a birthday gift, and Mu Cangping gave it to his beloved daughter.

Since it is a good horse, it is not only a steed, but also a spirit.

Fei Liuxue didn't lose momentum, leading someone to knock over the fence in front, stopped abruptly, raised her hoof and stepped on it.The tumbling fence was cracked by the powerful front hoofs, and the horse stepped on the fence with all four hooves and flew away, unstoppable.

Mu Zijian rushed out with his shoes on, and was watching a fiery red shadow flying out from the half-open courtyard door, it was full of flames, and shouted: "Hurry up and chase!"

The servants rushed to the stables to fetch the horses.

The large bead curtain hanging in front of the door trembled wildly (hehe), bumped (hehe), and chaotically (hehe), and several clangs of pipa came from the room, the sound was like gold and iron, clanging and clanging, it was the sound of killing and cutting.

The courtyard was already in chaos, and suddenly the horse turned over in surprise and crashed into a ball.

Mu Zijian was extremely annoyed, he slapped open the bead curtain with his palm, and the colorful glazed beads fell to the ground and rolled wildly, turned around and rushed into the room.

"Why are you crazy?!"

In the embroidery room in the East Wing, green grass and jasmine are being smoked, chilled with ice, and a cold fragrance floats up.

Mu Lan was wearing a water blue tulle, revealing her snowy skin.The long black lacquer hair was loosened and fell down the fragrant shoulders.Tilt your head, rubbing the strings with your five fingers like an onion, twisting gently and slowly.

People lean on the pipa, carefree and charming.

Mu Zijian used to love her like this, every move, every frown and smile was amorous, but now he hates her so much.

Especially the blue gauze dress, which is eye-catching.

"Stop it for me." He calmed down a little, and ordered in a deep voice, but the hidden anger was even heavier.

If he really got angry, Mu Lan would not dare to offend him.

Mu Lan rolled the whites of her eyes and glanced at Mu Zijian, her fingers closed on the strings, and the sound gradually died down.He got up and hugged the pipa and walked to the depths of the curtain, leaving Mu Zijian with a graceful back.

"I just asked you and your father to see that I am not the only woman who can go crazy. Your sister, the number one beauty in the Jianghu, Yuexian, the beauty that men all over the world dream of, can also chase men."

"You are simply unreasonable!"

Mu Zijian didn't have the time to settle accounts with Mu Lan, so he put on his clothes and took his sword, and rushed out, slamming the door behind him when he went out: "You'd better pray that nothing happens to Yueting, or I won't spare you."

There was a sound of horseshoes trampling outside the door, and Mu Zijian chased him out of the courtyard.

Mu Lan stood in the depths of the heavy curtains, in the shadows where the daylight could not reach, with a sneer on her bright red lips.

She deliberately let Mu Yueting hear her conversation with Mu Zijian, and let her know that Mu Cangping was going to set up a scheme to kill Jin Yanchen.She would like to see how long they can act like fatherly brothers and friends.

"I'm a villain..."

She raised her right wrist and turned it slightly.

Often, after Dingyao has stitched together her muscles and bones, her hands are already able to exert strength.The right tendon is broken, and the recovery is not as good as that of the left hand, and the fingers are not flexible enough.

But she believes that as long as she endures hardships and is willing to work hard, the reputation of "Meng Pipa" will not be ruined.

After all, what you pick up is not as good as your own.

She has to make herself useful.As long as her hands are not useless, no one can spoil her.

***
The sky is high and the clouds are light.

A pure white carrier pigeon flapped its wings and flew under the tile-blue sky.Across the vertical and horizontal traffic in Kyoto, there are stretches of deep houses, and fly into the ink alley paved with black stone slabs.

It was June, and the lotus in the pond had stretched its stems and leaves, and propped up the pavilion and canopy.It provides shade for the fish swimming in the pool.

Rong Yi sat under the tree and shared the tea.E crown bo belt, wide sleeves scattered.

Even if he is no longer young, there are still very few people who can match the demeanor of "Zhou Lang of the Rong family" in Beijing.

Hong Bo came: "My lord, there is faith in the world."

Most of Rong Yi's energy was devoted to the court, but in the past three months, he ordered to increase the number of undercover spies in Jianghu several times.

His sense of smell has always been excellent.Unsurprisingly, major events in the world have occurred one after another recently, and news reports are frequent.

Rong Yi put down the tea pot, unfolded the lacquered scroll, stared at it for a moment, but then laughed.

The letter said two things in total: one was that Chang Qianfo had not returned for a long time, and Chang Jihai was deeply threatened, so he instructed Ling Fu and Liang Qing to control Chang Qianfo and kill Mu Dianke; the second was that the imperial court sent troops to arrest him. Jin Yanchen's wife, Qu Yu'er, has returned to Beijing after several rounds, and has reached the ground of Yuzhou.

"What do you think of Uncle Hong?"

Rong Yi handed the scroll to Hong Bo, and took a sip.

"The court sent someone to arrest Qu Yu'er?" Hong Bo Cang frowned, and said with a smile, "The higher-ups learned that there are still descendants of the Jin family alive for less than two months, how could they act so quickly?"

"That's not true." Rong Yi took a sip of the tea soup, and smiled: "Going back to the capital from the northwest, you have to pass through Yuzhou, it's really a bit of a journey."

"I don't know who released such unreliable fake news, can Jin Liu believe it?"

"It may not be fake." Rong Yi held the purple sand pot and poured tea, and said slowly: "These two pieces of news combined, it is clear that it is a situation where you are invited to enter the urn. The previous two attempts were severely frustrated, and it will not be so fast. There are new moves. People in the Jianghu have the courage to fight Jin Liuyi, and before the Chuzhou counterattack, there may have been quite a few. Tan Zhou died, and they dared not move."

"Mu Cangping?"

Rong Yi nodded: "Mu Cangping has gone to the south of the Yangtze River. He will not make this trip in vain. With his ability, it is entirely possible to send someone to copy Jin Yanchen's rear, capture his wife, and force him to submit. This kind of He can do it."

"That Jin Liu has not yet fully fledged, but he has already shown his majesty. He is not an ordinary generation." Hong Bo pondered: "...he will not ruin the great cause of revenge for a woman."

"It was for revenge that he had to be led away by Mu Cangping." Rong Yi said, "Qu Yu'er is Qu Ya's daughter."

Qu Ya, the chief elder of the Ming Palace, was the overlord of the Changle Palace before Jin Yanchen's brother and sister seized power.The foundation is so deeply twisted that even if Jin Yanchen is the Holy Master, he still has to be afraid of him.

"What's more, there's the first one." The smile on Rong Yi's face faded, his eyes drifted away, and he drifted away from the high wall shaded by green trees, sighing, "Mu Si is dead, don't worry about Jin Yanchen's inattention." Chaos."

Just like that year, when he heard the news of Qingwu's death before the battle, his heart ached like a wrenching pain, and there was nothing else but killing.

Hong Bo didn't respond.

He was not by Rong Yi's side at that time, and he did not witness his pain with his own eyes.Naturally, he couldn't imagine that after so many years, this tragedy was still deeply imprinted in his heart.

He wasn't sure whether the Patriarch's sudden downfall was lamenting the unfortunate fall of an outstanding Jianghu swordsman, or lamenting a beauty whose face resembled Liu Qingwu.

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