I have a cub with a tyrant

Chapter 69 Waiting for the Rain to Stop

After taking a bath, Mu Shiyu changed into the long white dress prepared by Lin Shisan, sat on the side of the viewing platform and played chess with He Lianchuan, waiting for the rain to stop.

Misty rain hazy, complicated thoughts.

"Wait..." Seeing that he was about to be killed by He Lianchuan, the white stone that Mu Shiyu was about to drop, paused for a moment, and glanced at the black stone that he had already picked up in his hand.

"How do you know where I'm going to land?"

Almost without thinking about it every time, as soon as she let go, he took the next step, which made her very depressed when she lost.

He Lianchuan had changed into a dark blue loose robe, a few strands of long hair fell in front of him, his warm white hands were holding on to sunspots under the oil lamp, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, which made people unable to take their eyes off.

"Perhaps they share the same mind."

"..."

Mu Shiyu originally wanted to clear his mind by playing chess, but now he got confused, and stretched out his hand to clear the chessboard.

Use black stones to represent the people she faces, and use white stones to represent the people she owns.

National teacher Ling Yu, prime minister Xie Xun, the suspected king of Beijing, and Chu Yuan, whose life and death are unknown, are behind the Tianshi Mansion.

When he picked up the white piece, he dropped a piece and stopped.

His father has a leg problem, his grandmother is old, Qin Su's martial arts are not as good as his own, He Lianjing is the key protection target, and Lu Xiang's martial arts are average.

Charcoal...

Mu Shiyu collapsed, pity her for including black charcoal.

"What are you thinking?" He Lianchuan stretched out his hand to take the white piece in Mu Shiyu's hand, with an inexplicable expression on his face.

Observing the sunspots placed by Mu Shiyu, it seems that he can see through what the sunspots represent.

Mu Shiyu pursed his lips, frowned slightly, and after thinking for a while, looked at the white son in He Lianchuan's hand, and said, "It represents four beasts, and the white son is a hunter, and may also be a prey."

"you have me."

He Lianchuan dropped the white stones in his hand next to the white stones that Mu Shiyu put down, raised his hand to touch those sunspots, injected his true energy into them, and instantly the sunspots turned into powder.

Mu Shiyu's heart beat violently as the sunspots shattered.

Although she can't tell He Lianchuan about his five-year-old son in the future, she can make He Lianchuan beware of these people.

Getting up and coming to He Lianchuan, took out a handkerchief, wiped off the black powder on his fingertips, met his doting and gentle eyes, and inexplicably imagined his expression when he learned of He Lianjing's existence.

"What are you thinking again?" He Lianchuan lifted her chin, with a slightly helpless tone, "Why do you always lose your mind in front of me?"

"Think of something you'll never guess."

The corners of Mu Shiyu's mouth raised, and a smile spread.

Slowly getting in touch with He Lianchuan, I found that he was far less scary than imagined, and had an unexpected tolerance for her.

He Lianchuan trusted her very much, and his feelings for her were strong and sincere.

This was something Mu Shiyu had never expected when he first confirmed that he liked him, thinking that he would have to go a long way to capture his heart.

And she didn't trust him enough, or with the Mu family and He Lianjing behind her, she couldn't bear the consequences of trusting He Lianchuan.

Mu Shiyu quickly shifted his gaze, not wanting He Lianchuan to see it.

The rain outside the window was still falling non-stop. Mu Shiyu came to the viewing platform, leaned on the railing, and stretched out his hand to feel the force of the wind and rain.

How could He Lianchuan not see Mu Shiyu's avoidance, frowned slightly, and looked at the two white stones on the chessboard in silence.

He put them into his cuffs, got up and came to the viewing platform, stared at her side face, and reminded: "Mu Shiyu, you have no room for repentance."

"I didn't regret it." Mu Shiyu turned around and met He Lianchuan's oppressive gaze: "I'm not thinking about this."

She is just a little uncertain, power is a terrible thing, and there are too many variables.

Maybe after learning of He Lianjing's existence in the future, she will doubt her intentions to get close to him and the entire Mu family.

"Then never let it go." He Lianchuan's eyes gradually filled with bewilderment, as if he was trying to lure Mu Shiyu closer, "You can be more courageous."

Mu Shiyu raised his hand to touch the position of the heart, and sighed secretly, it felt terrible...

"Knock knock!"

The wicked knock on the door broke the somewhat dangerous atmosphere, and Mu Shiyu came to his senses. If it wasn't for an emergency, Lin Shisan would not have dared to knock on the door.

He Lianchuan's expression suddenly changed, like the cold light on the blade, becoming daunting, and said coldly:
"Come in."

"Master, Wang Sheng, the eldest son of General Wang, brought Miss Song to this Linxian Pavilion, and tried to force her during the meal. Miss Song couldn't bear the humiliation and fell into a pillar and died..."

Lin Shisan's eyes were flustered. Such a thing had never happened in Linxian Pavilion. The sound insulation effect of the available room was so good that she didn't notice any abnormalities in the room at first.

Mu Shiyu had a bad premonition in his heart, he quickly came to the door, and asked, "Which Miss Song?"

Lin Shisan gritted his teeth and said, "Song Yan, that's June in the Planting Flower Pavilion..."

Mu Shiyu took a deep breath, calmed down, "Take me there."

Lin Shisan looked up at He Lianchuan, saw him nodding, and then took Mu Shiyu to Song Yan Zhuangzhu's room.

The luxurious and elegant room was already in a mess, filled with the smell of blood.

Wang Sheng was so frightened that he sat down on the ground with trembling hands, his pupils shrank suddenly, as if he saw something extremely frightening.

In front of him was Song Yan who was only wearing a long corset dress, with blood still flowing from her head, lying lifelessly on the ground.

Mu Shiyu checked Song Yan's pulse, heaved a sigh of relief, and it was still beating very weakly.

"There is still help!" Mu Shiyu circulated his true energy, stopped Song Yan's key acupoints, picked up her thin body and ran out, "Thirteen, help me prepare a carriage on the shore."

"Good... good!"

Lin Shisan reacted fairly quickly, and rushed in front of Mu Shiyu very quickly.

He Lianchuan didn't approach, and didn't like the smell of other people, so he raised his hand and beckoned a Golden Crow Guard, "Go help her hug that woman."

Jin Wuwei didn't make a sound, and moved in front of Mu Shiyu, stretched out his hands, motioning for her to let him go.

Mu Shiyu looked at the man in black with strong aura who appeared in front of him, looked back at He Lianchuan, handed Song Yan in his arms to him with confidence, and said:

"Go to Xiaoyao Medical Center in Xicheng."

In this case, only Xiaoyaoxian can save her.

The Golden Crow Guard was faster than Mu Shiyu, and jumped directly from the Linxiang Pavilion to the shore with light work, without even using the carriage prepared by Lin Shisan, and flew straight to the place Mu Shiyu said.

An hour later, Xiaoyao Medical Center.

Xiaoyaoxian put down the tool in his hand and sighed, "My life is saved, but the brain damage is difficult to reverse. I don't know what it will be like when I wake up."

Mu Shiyu carefully bandaged Song Yan's wound, looked at her pale face without a trace of blood, and lamented her ill-fated fate.

"It's hard to get a new life, but still can't get rid of the shadow of the past. It's so desperate."

Seeing many people with miserable fates, Xiaoyaoxian said: "It's a good thing that your father let you practice martial arts at the beginning, and it would be difficult if you didn't let you really listen to my words and specialize in medical skills..."

To strengthen oneself is the last word.

After all, medical skills are a little worse.

(End of this chapter)