I have a cub with a tyrant

Chapter 98 Southern Tour (imaginary enemy)

The sky has completely darkened, because the whole city of Xizhou has been infected by the snake Gu, and they haven't returned to normal in a short time. The southern patrol team is stepping up to clean the palace.

Hundreds of large and small wind-proof oil lamps and fish oil lamps only found in the cabins on the third floor were lit up on the Tiangong building. You can see the lights of Xizhou City gradually lit up. Xizhou after the snake gu is calm and peaceful.

The Mu family and other ministers lived on the first floor, while King Bei Jing lived in the most luxurious room on the first floor because of his leg disease.

Mu Qiyin took He Lianjing to dinner, and Mu Shiyu waited for Jiang Shi to finish drinking the medicine before leaving. Before leaving, Jiang Shiyu gave her a word.

"Shi Yu, I know you are sure to go back to take risks, but he is an emperor, not so delicate, and many people protect him."

"understood."

At that time, Mu Shiyu was very uneasy. After giving the gem to He Lianchuan, he became more at ease, and he obeyed his heart's choice.

There are many things involved in Xizhou this time, and Mu Shiyu didn't bother He Lianchuan.

After closing the door of Jiang's room, the rain hadn't stopped, but it was much lighter. She walked towards the place extending out from the rain at the back of the cabin on the first floor.

The mist and rain were hazy and drifting away. King Beijing Jing was sitting in a wheelchair. The dim light didn't make him feel any warmer. He looked down at the thin and deformed legs, and his whole body exuded a melancholy look. temperament.

He didn't like being treated as a disabled person, so he dismissed some guards, and the slightly damp river wind blew, and the raindrops fell on the side of the wheelchair, soaking the luxurious cloth covering his feet.

The sound of Mu Shiyu's footsteps was very clear. King Beijing Jing slightly raised his eyelids, turned his head slightly, and looked at the smoky blue figure in the night, his tone was indifferent:

"You don't have to call yourself a subordinate."

"Okay." Mu Shiyu calmly came behind King Beijing, and moved the wheelchair back a little distance to prevent the rain from soaking through his clothes.

Far away from the river wind mixed with rain, King Bei Jing dispersed his complicated thoughts, and his hands were made of fabrics that were darkened by the rain.

Mu Shiyu had already let go of the wheelchair, and leaned against the pillar with his arms crossed.

The Tiangong ship docked on the side, with Lijiang on one side and Xizhou on the other, the bloody smell in the air has faded a lot.

Mu Shiyu didn't take the initiative to mention things related to his mother. He was worried that the King of Beijing would draw her in with a few words. He didn't seem to care. Looking at the dark river, he said:

"I heard that there are a lot of piranhas in Lijiang, they should be full last night."

King Bei Jing sat upright, stretched out a trace of pale fingers like withered bones, and grabbed the drenched hem of the clothes, genuine energy gushed out from the palm of his hand.

Seeing that she didn't take the initiative to ask Yanhe about it, she was too lazy to waste time and said slowly:

"Back then I was very curious about Xianjiang's voodoo. After careful investigation, Lanyang and Yanhe's voodoo were the strongest among the younger generation. hanging by a thread."

"Lanyang..." Mu Shiyu put down her hands, she had only seen her mother's portrait and tombstone, and when she heard what King Jing said, frost spread in her eyes.

Guess that Lan Yang is Bian He's mother.

King Bei Jing turned the wheelchair, faced Mu Shiyu, observed the sadness and a trace of anger gushing out of her calmness, and continued:
"Yanhe desperately escaped from Xianjiang, and was rescued by Mu Qiyin, who was stationed at the border between Xia Kingdom and Nanyue. She had already hidden her name and no longer cared about the affairs of Xianjiang, but..."

King Beijing Jing glanced at the direction of the warship, suppressing the killing intent in his eyes.

This pause made Mo Shiyu's heart lift up, her breathing rate quickened, and she was afraid of knowing the crueler truth, so she questioned: "Why do you know so much in detail?"

"She told me herself." King Bei Jing met Mu Shiyu's gaze with a smile in his eyes, like a blooming epiphyllum or a cold moonlight.

"Yanhe saved me, and in order to repay my kindness, I exchanged countless medicinal treasures for your full-term birth."

These two words shocked Mu Shiyu even more than when she found out that her mother was from the Xianjiang tribe. She froze in place, unable to react as if she was frozen.

King Beijing Jing put away his extremely shallow and extremely faint smile, and continued:
"Twenty years ago, the Qingzhou Gu epidemic spread. At that time, Qingzhou belonged to the Western Qin Dynasty. The Emperor of the Western Qin Dynasty angered the whole South Vietnam and mobilized against it. The Xianjiang clan must solve this matter. Lanyang found your mother and gave her the Love Devouring Gu to force her Go back to Xianjiang."

Mu Shiyu sat down with his back against the pillar, and just by listening to it, he could imagine her mother's despair back then, bearing everything alone, and protecting her grandmother and father so well.

She suppressed the tears in her eyes, looked at King Beijing Jing, who looked only in his twenties, and asked an inappropriate question, her throat extremely dry.

"How old were you then?"

This question must be clarified, otherwise everyone will doubt the authenticity of King Beijing Jing's words.

"..."

King Bei Jing squinted at Mu Shiyu, but didn't answer her question, organized his language, omitted some details, and said:
"Anyway, my mother used an extreme method to undo the love-eating Gu, and happened to save me in Lizhou. In the winter of the second year, Yan He and Mu Qiyin got married, and the way to undo the Gu hurt her body. When she was six months pregnant, she almost died. Two corpses."

King Bei Jing paused, glanced at Mu Shiyu, vaguely saw through her, the woman who dared to love, dare to hate, and was desperate.

"Yanhe came to me for help. She could have lived a few more years, but she chose you, who was already formed in her stomach, and endured four months of torture at all costs to give birth to you."

If Yanhe hadn't saved him, how could he tolerate people from Xianjiang appearing in court, let alone let her get close to He Lianchuan.

Mu Shiyu stared closely at King Beijing's eyes, but unfortunately, no matter whether it was his tone of voice, eyes, or subtle changes in expression, there was no sign of lying at all.

King Beijing Jing met her scrutinizing gaze, softened his tone, and said, "Your body's ability to resist poisons and medicines comes from this. Your life is very precious, and those rare medicinal materials are priceless."

Seeing the doubt in her eyes, she explained: "Yanhe didn't tell Mu Qiyin the truth about the dystocia, and I didn't come forward either. Only the details of the medicinal materials can prove it."

"There's no need to provide it. I believe that grandma mentioned what happened when my mother was six months pregnant. She only said that she had someone to help."

Mu Shiyu hugged his knees and buried his head firmly to restrain the sharp pain in his heart. His mother, whom he had never met, had sacrificed too much for her.

At this moment, Mu Shiyu hoped that Yu Pendant could take him back to the past, and hug the mother who gave birth to her through all kinds of hardships.

It's best to prevent all that from happening and kill Lan Yang in advance.

Trying to calm down the turbulent emotions, took a deep breath, stood up, and looked down at the pitifully thin King Beijing Jing, unbelievable that she actually regarded the person who saved her as an imaginary enemy.

"You want Bian He's life?"

King Bei Jing was stunned for a while, staring at Mu Shiyu whose eyes became more and more clear.He had deliberately focused on Yan He, but Mu Shiyu was keenly aware of his killing intent towards the Xianjiang clan.

"Well, Bian He inherited her mother's ability to spread Gu disease in a large area, if she keeps her, there will be endless troubles."

Probably more than that, Mu Shiyu's eyes fell on his unconscious legs.

When I hugged him, I found that his leg was not completely necrotic. It must have taken countless efforts to prevent amputation.

"You needn't say it, I guessed it too, don't worry, I won't let Bian He go."

Bianhe is too easy to be used and must not be released.

(End of this chapter)