After being a widow for half my life, I found out that my husband was not dead.

This person is actually Pei Rong!

Liu Yunxiang hesitated for a moment, then took Zijin and followed him from the alley into the backyard of Tianxiang Tower.

Because Jin's arm was injured, Pei Rong gave them some medicine and fine cloth.

"The government officials won't search here. Wait a moment, you two. After they leave, you can leave." Pei Rong said.

Pei Rong is dressed in white and brocade robes, with a jade-like face. Unlike ordinary businessmen, who are somewhat philistine, he is elegant and bookish. It is hard to imagine that such a person would become a world-famous wealthy businessman in his previous life.

"Why did Mr. Pei Xiaohou save us?" Liu Yunxiang asked curiously.

Pei Rong smiled and said, "Actually, I also want to slap Han Zhao a few times. You two can relieve my anger."

"I thought Mr. Pei Xiaohou and Han Zhao were good friends?"

"Good friends indeed."

"That?"

"Some of my friends stabbed me in the back, right?"

Liu Yunxiang's heart suddenly changed and he understood what he said. The two were good friends at first, but Han Zhao stabbed Pei Rong in the back, so now they are just superficial friends and no longer sincere.

"I still have to thank Mr. Pei Xiaohou."

Pei Rong nodded, turned around and walked towards the front yard. After two steps, he thought of something and turned around again.

"I am also curious about something. Girl, why are you willing to follow me? Are you not afraid that I will hand you over to the government?"

She trusted a stranger easily, and she thought he and Han Zhao were good friends. This person was not so innocent.

Liu Yunxiang exhaled softly. In the previous life, Mr. Pei Xiaohou was not only rich, but also philanthropic. His philanthropic deeds were as famous as his wealth.

Countless and admirable.

Liu Yunxiang really couldn't explain it, so he said: "I just think the young prince is kind."

"Oh?"

"I'll take a look!"

Pei Rong smiled, this time not politely, but happily.

"Okay, girl, you..."

"My surname is Liu and my first name is Yunxiang."

Pei Rong nodded, bowed and said, "That's Miss Liu. After the officers and soldiers leave later, you can just leave through the back door. We'll see you later."

"Thank you."

After watching Pei Rong leave, Liu Yunxiang couldn't help but grab Zijin's hand and said excitedly: "Good girl, we deserved it this time!"

"What is it worth?"

"It's stained with gold."

Zi Jin scratched his head, not understanding what her girl meant by this, nor why she was so excited.

In Jingchuan Garden, the beggar and Hibiscus were so anxious that they circled in the front yard, turned together, looked at each other, and both sighed.

"It's so late, why hasn't the master come back yet?"

"Aren't you confused again?"

"Why don't you follow him?"

"He knew clearly at that time that he didn't want me to follow him."

Hibiscus stopped and looked towards the door, "Master, please be sure nothing happens."

As soon as Mu Jin finished speaking, she saw Yan Mu limping over.

The two of them rushed to meet him and saw that his face was indifferent, as usual, but his eyes were dark, no longer as empty as when he was confused before.

"where did you go?"

Yan Mu ignored him and continued walking to the backyard.

The beggar had become accustomed to his silence, so he just followed him and muttered: "Old Qi, there are too many people in Jin'an City who want to kill you. You have lost your kung fu and your mind is often unclear. Don't go out so late." . If you really want to go out for a walk, you can call me or Hongzhuhuazhu."

When the beggar said this, he said, "Where is the candle?"

Hibiscus rubbed her forehead, "Today she spent a day refining medicine in the alchemy, and after several failures she finally managed to get a small bottle of pills."

"and then?"

"Then Chongming ate it like a jelly bean."

The beggar's old heart couldn't bear it, "Are you... still alive?"

"To live is to live, that is..."

"It's good to be alive, no matter how bad it is, it won't get any worse." The beggar patted his chest and said.

The corners of Hibiscus's mouth twitched and she swallowed the next words.

The beggar followed Yan Mu to his courtyard, muttered for a while, and asked: "Old Qi, it's good that you have a clear mind. If you can't bear the past, just leave it behind and live a good life in the future. Also, Qian Don’t…don’t let it get to you.”

Yan Mu stopped and touched his chest with a trembling hand.

After a long while, he said: "She's here."

The beggar was startled for a moment, "Well, I know, she came to see you, will you forgive her?"

"Why should I forgive her? She didn't do anything wrong." Yan Mu lowered his head and was silent for a while, "I used to hate her the most, but then I thought about it, everyone else did something sorry for me, but she didn't. So why should I hate her?"

The beggar sighed when he heard the words. When Yan Mu said these words, there was no emotion and his tone was light, as if he was just explaining a truth, a truth that everyone could agree with, but without emotion.

Because of the poison, he was indifferent to love and hate.

"Hey, why are there blood stains on your sleeves?"

Yan Mu looked down, with a fierce look in his eyes, but did not answer and walked back to his room. He sat cross-legged on the bed, and the scene in the alley just now came to his mind.

He Zichong drank too much, staggered when walking, and kept cursing.

"What's so great about him is that he relies on his family's power, so why should he look down on me! I am a Jinshi in three subjects, and he is a waste!"

He Zichong drank too much, but he was not completely drunk, so he did not dare to curse too loudly.

Hearing the sound of fighting at the corner ahead, he stopped hesitantly and was about to listen carefully when he looked up and saw a dark figure standing a few steps away from him.

Through the moonlight, he could clearly see the face of the person in front of him.

"You bastard, you are acting like a ghost here in the middle of the night, scaring me!"

He Zichong relied on Han Zhao to bully others and often bullied Yan Mu. Especially seeing that Yan Mu has always been lifeless and resigned, he took out his anger from Han Zhao on Yan Mu.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Yan Mu walking towards him.

"Hey, I can't stand still. Come over here and lie down. Let me sit for a while."

When Yan Mu came closer, He Zichong saw that his eyes were very serious and cold, not as stupid as before, which made him feel a little frightened.

He subconsciously took a step back, "You...how did you appear here...ah!"

Before he could finish speaking, there was only a ray of light, and the next moment he saw his arm fly out. Before he could cry out in pain, the cold light flashed across his face, his face felt cold, and his eyes were blurred by the blood mist.

He had a big mouth, and before he could scream, his tongue was cut out. His whole body twitched in pain, and he instinctively wanted to run away, but then his legs were broken. Then, the whole person was thrown out.

In his last consciousness, he was stabbed in the chest by Han Zhao.

Under Han Zhao's stunned gaze, he closed his eyes.

Yan Mu looked down at his hands, there was still blood in his hands, burning his eyes. He didn't have to be so cruel, but at that moment, something seemed to be enslaving him in his body.

At this time, he knew what he had done, but he could not understand his feelings at that time, whether it was joy, hatred, or what.

He just felt that he was not him anymore.

This kind of self is unfamiliar even to him.

He couldn't help but look at the murderous knife, and suddenly felt a strong desire...

Want to kill myself!