bullyxtreme Chapter 138 - A mess
Chapter 138 - A mess
The originally simple and tidy room in the wing was now in a mess. Mu Ziyan sat on the ground with a dusty face, constantly touching Tuantuan's head to calm it down. The bed suddenly collapsed just now. Fortunately, it reacted quickly and escaped quickly, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous. It would be either crushed or seriously injured. After all, the weight of her and Chu Yucheng was not something Tuantuan could bear.
But even though Tuan Tuan escaped in time, he was still very frightened. He held on to Mu Ziyan's calves with his two front paws and kept humming in his throat.
Feng Muyan wasn't in much better condition. His originally loose long hair was now covered in dust, and his face was also scratched. Even if he didn't pretend to be stupid, just showing this image was enough.
"Is it fun for the two of us to sit facing each other like this?" Mu Ziyan asked with his head tilted.
Feng Muyan did not answer, but instead pieced something together on the ground with trembling hands. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not put the painting back to its original state because the paper was too badly damaged.
Mu Ziyan's nose was sore and he felt indescribably relieved. If you cherish Song Yunli so much, why can't you see it? Why bother to go to so much trouble to protect a painting?
"Get out of Yilan Palace!" A cold voice sounded, and Feng Muyan stared at Mu Ziyan with red eyes and hatred.
"Aren't you afraid that I will report you to the emperor?" Mu Ziyan asked calmly.
"If you behave yourself, you will always be the high priest of Dongchu. Otherwise, I don't know what will happen." Feng Muyan said coldly, carefully picked up the fragments on the ground in his arms, then turned and left.
How could the smart Mu Ziyan not understand the meaning of Feng Muyan's words, so he simply packed his luggage and left.
Tuantuan accompanied Mu Ziyan all the way to the door of Yilan Palace, biting her trouser leg reluctantly, and making unhappy humming sounds in his throat.
"Tuantuan, just send him here. If he can recognize me, that's good. If he can't recognize me, it's not necessarily a bad thing. At least he will have no worries and no weaknesses before he completes his great cause. I can't drag him down like I did eight years ago. Do you understand?" Mu Ziyan squatted beside Tuantuan and hugged its head and said.
"Ah...ah..." Tuantuan groaned twice in grievance.
"Tuantuan, my current identity is indeed not suitable for living in Yilan Palace, but I will try to go into the palace once a day to feed Feng Bai, okay?" Mu Ziyan murmured softly and rubbed Tuantuan's head. This time Tuantuan finally spoke.
Tuantuan stood at the gate of Yilan Palace for a long time without moving, until the figure disappeared into the night, then it turned and left.
After Feng Muyan returned to the study, he carefully placed the fragments on the desk. A breeze blew in from the window, and he quickly closed the window, fearing that the wind would blow the fragments away. After he had sorted out his thoughts, he lowered his head and concentrated on piecing the pieces together.
After gluing a few pieces together, Qingying's voice rang out from outside the door, "Master, I have something important to report!"
"What's the matter?" A tired voice sounded, but he didn't even raise his head, still bowed his head and worked on the painting that could never be restored.
"Master, an assassin appeared in Yilan Palace just now. He was stabbed by my subordinates and escaped." Qingying said respectfully.
"No problem, I will handle this matter myself, you can go down."
The moon gradually rose higher in the sky. Feng Muyan raised his head and pounded his neck. Then he lowered his head to look at the painting on the desk and sighed slightly. This painting could never be complete again. If he were to paint it again, he would probably not have the same state of mind as he did back then, and he would definitely not be able to capture that kind of charm.
After putting the incomplete painting scroll into the vase, Feng Muyan got up and went back to his bedroom, tossing and turning for a long time before falling asleep.
At this time, outside Yilan Palace, a palace maid was wandering outside the door with an anxious look on her face. From time to time, she glared at Ying Ren, who was like a door god, and muttered in dissatisfaction, which made Ying Ren frown frequently, but he could do nothing about her.
"Girl, can you be quiet for a while?" Ying Ren rubbed his eyebrows tiredly.
"Then let me in. What I said before was true. I have been with the princess since I was a child. It was just that I was delayed in entering the palace due to illness." The maid frowned and defended.
"Please be patient, young lady. I have already sent someone to ask the princess. If it is true as you said, I will let you in." Ying Ren said with a fist.
"By the time you let me in, it will probably be dawn. If the princess is left alone by then, can you take on the responsibility?" After hearing what Ying Ren said, the little palace maid immediately became relentless, jumping up and down as she spoke, making Ying Ren's old face turn red with anger.
After a moment, Qinglin, who was on night duty, ran over and asked, "Excuse me, what's your name?"