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Chapter 839 Rotten Peach
When Mu Lan made up lies, did she think about the consequences?
If Mu Zijin went to seek evidence, would he be killed by the sensitive and suspicious Mu Zijian?
Will he be pointed out by others because of his conflict with Xin Baige, hated by Mu Zijian, and rejected by Mu Cangping, making his situation in Mu Zhai even more difficult?
She must have thought about it, but didn't care.

Getting this man is more important than keeping him alive in peace and joy.

From Mu Zijian's point of view, Mu Lan's move is even more chilling - it's just speculation, without actual evidence, she can tell herself and Mu Zijin with certainty that Mu Zijian killed Mu Zijian. Fang He's murderer conveniently accused him of poisoning and murdering him—just to get a chance to get along with another man, he would betray the former bedside person without hesitation.

Mu Dianke finally understood that in Chuzhou that day, Xu Younan had so many opportunities to get rid of Mu Lan, but he just didn't do it.

This old fox has never lost sight of people.

He has seen through Mu Lan's nature, and he sees that she will make the Mu family's house restless in the future, and the brothers will fight against each other, which is a curse.

She doesn't care if Mu Cangping's house is peaceful or not, but the brother is her brother.

"So, are you going to kill me?" Mu Lan asked looking into Mu Dian's cold eyes.

"Yes." Mu Dian laughed.

The cold smile, paired with the cold eyes, seemed to freeze the surrounding air for a moment.

Mu Lan was scared.

She always felt that Mu Dian would never raise a knife against her no matter what.

No matter how outrageous things she did in the past: assassinate twice, humiliate her, curse her, Mu Dian could bear it.

Why can't it work this time?
"I just told a lie," she said.

"It's not a big deal to lie." Mu Dianke said, "It's like a mold growing on a peach. What's terrible is not the mold itself, but the peach is rotten. Then why do I have to wait until it's rotten and dirty?" My hands smell so bad that I thought of throwing them away?"

Mu Lan's heart sank quickly like a stone falling into an ice pond.

Mu Dian has no martial arts anymore.

But she was still instinctively afraid.

The wind in October is very cool on the face, and the fingertips are also cold.When she raised her hand to play the pipa, she realized that her ten fingers were no longer able to control her.

A kind of itchy feeling of being pricked by sharp thorns, passing through the palm and rushing up the forearm.

To be drugged by Mu Dianke!
"Bitch!" Knowing that she had only one last chance left, she raised her pipa and jumped up, throwing all her strength at Mu Dianke's head.

The belly of the pipa that was triggered opened wide, ejecting countless fine steel blades, whizzing towards Mu Dianke.

She knew very well the strength of the shadow guard behind Mu Dianke, so she made a move without reservation - there was only one chance, either succeed or die.

A sword appeared above Mu Dianke's head.

I couldn't see where it came from, and I didn't know how it moved. I only saw a ball of incandescent light explode around the sword body, and the thin blade, which was as dense as migratory locusts, flew down to the distance.

Pipa is broken into powder.

The long sword was nailed into Mu Lan's chest, pushing her all the way back and sitting back to her original position.

There was still resentment in Mu Lan's eyes.

It was only for a moment, just enough for her to look in the direction the sword came from, before she had time to get emotional, she tilted her head, leaned her back against the mottled old tree behind her, and died.

Mu Dianke sat silently opposite Mu Lan, looking at her beautiful, but hideous face at this moment, recalling many old things in the old days.

Dissipated like a dream.

She walked over and raised her hand to close her widened eyes.

At the end of the sight—if those eyes can still see, Mu Cangping, dressed in white linen filial piety, is standing with his left hand holding the scabbard that is about to lose its paint, and there is no sword in his right hand.

***
The two brothers of the Mu family were invited to Canglan Courtyard.

Mu Cangping sat under an ancient tree with twisted branches and wiped his sword. Five steps away behind him, Mu Lan sat upright with his back against the tree trunk. There was a big pool of blood on his chest, and his lips were slightly parted, as if he had a lot to say.

But never had a chance to say it again.

"My old friend said that if the clothes are broken, they can still be repaired; if the limbs are broken, they can be continued?" Mu Cang said flatly, "I only agree with half of this. A piece of clothing. I still want to be a sharp weapon for amputating limbs."

Mu Zijian cried out first, "My son didn't... didn't blame her. I didn't blame my second brother either."

"I can't afford to lose this man." Mu Cangping threw the blood-stained cotton towel at his feet, "I can't afford to lose the man whose two sons are played around by a woman. If you listen to it, which sentence is true and which one is true?" If the sentence is false, can you tell the difference? What about your brain?"

The tone is flat, but clearly irritated.

Mu Zijian fell silent.

"It's the son who is stupid, but the father taught him the lesson." He cried.

Mu Zijin was still silent, because he clenched his teeth tightly, his jaw line was tense, like an extremely stiff statue carved with the blunt knife.

"She is no longer from the Mu family, you can figure it out," Mu Cangping said.

Mu Zijian's heart skipped a beat, he didn't know what Mu Cangping's intention was.

"Before she was alive, she kept asking me for a divorce paper..." Mu Zijian said with tears in his eyes, "She wants to separate from me. After death... she will not be bound."

Mu Zijin walked over, hunched over Mu Lan's shoulders, and passed her elbows under her knees.This journey is extremely difficult, the bones of the whole body seem to be rusted, and the creaking sound of the joints can even be heard when standing up.

Without saying a word, he walked out without looking back.

***
Mu Dian was in tears.

Even though she didn't regret it, she still felt heartache at this moment.

Because I know how much Mu Zijin's heart hurts.

No matter what Mu Lan became later on, for the once lonely young Mu Zijin, she was once the light and warmth.

In this world, the warmth that Mu Zijin has come into contact with and cherished for a long time has been missing since then.

"If you do it, you do it. Regrets are useless, sentimentality is even more false." Mu Cangping walked in, stretched out his finger and unscrewed her acupoints, "Did you not understand before doing it?"

"Who says I regret it?" Mu Dianke said angrily, "Naturally, no matter how many unreasonable things you have done, you will never have the slightest regret. You can always find something for yourself." Pile of high-sounding reasons."

She was angry and aggressive, but Mu Cangping remained indifferent.

"If you say you regret it, don't you hate me?" Mu Cangping sat down.

"of course not!"

The conversation between the two always ended quickly, but this time Mu Dian didn't turn his head away.

—she can't seem to find a place to go.

"Whether you admit it or not," Mu Cangping said, "You and I are essentially the same kind of people. They are both hard-hearted and willing to achieve their goals."

Mu Dianke sneered, "Should I be honored?"

"It doesn't matter what you think, it's what it is."

Mu Cangping picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip, with relief in his eyes.
"I'm also in your calculations, right? You know that I will come back at that time, and you also know that I will give you up with She Mulan?"

(End of this chapter)