morbid trapping

Li Dezhuang didn't respond, like a dead fish on a chopping board.

Mu Jian was shocked that he could make such a fuss.

Desperate.Holding it in the palm of my hand, I was afraid of falling, holding it in my mouth, I was afraid of melting, and I was also afraid that such a fragile person would be broken if I touched him.

"I lost to you!"

He took a deep breath and buried it in the hollow of his shoulder.

"Liu Yong is not dead."

Li Dezhuang blinked slowly.

Seeing the light in his eyes, Mu Jian sat up angrily.With legs crossed, she turned her face away and ignored him.Like a tantrum child.

But he threw down these words without beginning or end, which caught people's appetite.

Li Dezhuang was like a drowning man, he grabbed a piece of driftwood and wanted to hold on tightly.

"What do you mean not dead? Mu Jian! What do you mean not dead?"

Mu Jian turned to look at him slowly, and said angrily, "If you shout any louder, he will die."

Li Dezhuang was startled, and immediately covered his mouth with his hands.

There is mist in the bright eyes, and there is an indescribable style.

Those beautiful eyes were looking at him, motionless.It seemed that Mu Jian was the only one that could be accommodated in these eyes.

With this cognition.

Mu Jian couldn't get angry again.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, pretending to be very angry, "You are looking for death and life with me for an outsider."

Li Dezhuang crawled over a little bit, "What did you do to the general?"

Mu Jian snorted, "He is a dignified first-rank military marquis, and behind him is the Liu family army. I am a powerless little prince, what can I do to him? I am afraid when I see him. He is a martial artist, and he can kill you with one fist. Killed me."

This is the time!

Li Dezhuang was in no mood to talk to him.

Annoyed: "Your Highness!"

Mu Jian approached him, and there was a hint of danger hidden in the evoked smile, "Are you sure you want to know?"

"want."

"Then you kiss me."

Li Dezhuang glared at him, "Mu! Jane!"

Mu Jian laughed so much that she put her hands on his side and pressed towards him.The sense of oppression forced Li Dezhuang to keep hiding.Then fell back into bed.

"Your hands are tied, and you are fighting with me."

"Speak quickly!"

"No." Mu Jian lowered her head and kissed his eyes, "It's so unfair. I'll tell you what Li Shiwei wants to know and what he can't say. What I want, Li Shiwei is so stingy."

He hugged him coquettishly.

"I was stabbed by you, it really hurt me to death."

Li Dezhuang stared at him, "You didn't tell me!"

Mu Jian lay down beside Li Dezhuang, "What should I say? Guard Li doesn't know how to act. What if things go wrong later on? Besides, I still need Guard Li to perform this good show together. I planned to tell you afterwards. It's good for you, Stab me straight away."

Mu Jian turned to look at him, holding his hand in his palm.With the other hand, he tore off his coat and showed him the bloody gauze.

"Look at the injury."

Li Dezhuang watched, "You can tell me, how do I know your plan?"

Aggrieved, Mu Jian leaned forward, "What should I say? There are so many people in the teahouse. How can I know which one is the eyeliner of the Yi people? Tell you rashly, isn't it all ruined for a good game of chess? I just wanted to tell you , Did you give me a chance to speak? Give me a slap when I wake up."

As Mu Jian spoke, she leaned her face closer to show him the slap he slapped.

The palm prints are still clear to this day.

"If Guard Li doesn't think about it carefully, if he hadn't colluded with him beforehand, would he be poisoned to death with a glass of wine?"

Mu Jian looked at Li Dezhuang, "What should I think? Do you think highly of me, or do you look down on me?"

Li Dezhuang: "Liu Yong blocked your path to supremacy. With your style of conduct, it is natural to kill him. To prevent future troubles, kill chickens and monkeys. Let there be no opposition from the court."

Mu Jian grinned.

"Li Shiwei really understands me. But Li Shiwei should be more aware of your position with me. No one can match."

Mu Jian held Li Dezhuang's hand, and said tenderly: "I like you so much. Even if you want the stars and moons in the sky, I will find a way to pick them off for you. How could I do anything to make you unhappy."

On that day, Liu Yong and Li Dezhuang met.

When I went out, I saw Mu Jian.The young man was dressed in festive and flamboyant maroon, standing on the porch.

The general snorted lightly.Can't look down on this guy at all.Just as he was about to ignore this person and walked straight past, Mu Jianjian said, "I have a way to take back the Thirteen Youyun Prefectures. Will the general cooperate with me?"

Youyun Thirteen States is Liu Yong's lifelong wish.

He stopped naturally.

After several days in a row, I wrote secret letters to Mu Jian and made a plan for this game.

Mu Jian is in charge of contacting the Yi tribe in Beijing and arranging a killing situation.Liu Yong is responsible for doing his best.

After suspended animation.

As far as the general is concerned, the guards of the Yi people can be relaxed, and the forces of the Yi people in Beijing can also be pulled out.

As far as Mu Jian is concerned, whether the general's death is faked or real, as long as the news of his death is enough to deter those who oppose his ascension to the throne.

Mu Jian took the credit, "I'm so far away, it's all because of Guard Li."

Before Li Dezhuang revealed something.

Mu Jian sighed.

"But you want to kill me for the sake of others, and you ignore me. I'm really not happy."

Li Dezhuang knew he was wrong, so he slowly withdrew his hand.There is no reason to speak.

"I didn't know that you guys were so good at playing. One trick and one trick kept everyone in the dark."

Mu Jian sighed again, as if distressed.

"You are really... Seriously, you don't believe me at all."

He touched Li Dezhuang's face with nostalgia, and there was a trace of pain in his eyes, "How do you want me to love you?"

After Liu Yong was secretly moved out of the teahouse, he was placed in a secret room in the palace.

The glass of poisoned wine he drank was replaced by medicine.For authenticity, poisonous, but not lethal.It needs to be raised well, and the poison will be expelled slowly.

Accompanied by Mu Jian, Li Dezhuang walked down the steps slowly. Before he saw Liu Yong, he heard him scolding his mother.

"This medicine is so fucking bitter!"

The voice is full of air.

Sounds like it's all right.

Li Dezhuang hurried to go down.

Mu Jian grabbed his wrist.As soon as Li Dezhuang turned around, he met his unsightly face.Smelly, and a little impatient.

"You suspect that I'm lying to you. It's okay to hear the voice now. What are you going to do? Hug and cry?"

"I'm not a woman, why would I hug and cry?"

Mu Jian snorted, "It wasn't you who cried for him just now?"

Mu Jian took a step closer and gritted his teeth.

"If he didn't have a son, he would still miss his deceased wife. I really can't tolerate him!"

Li Dezhuang: "I just want to see if he's okay!"

Mu Jian frowned angrily.

Li Dezhuang pulled his hand back, ignoring how smooth it was this time.

Through the crack of the door, he peeked at Liu Yong whose facial features were all distorted due to the pain from the drug, and he was completely relieved in one breath.

When he turned his head, he saw Mu Jian leaning against the wall with a pale face.

He raised his eyes vainly.

Barely pulled a smile.

"I'm a little uncomfortable, Guard Li."