C22

Thunder from a clear sky, nothing more.

Yi Xiaoqiao was frightened by the madame's affectionate gaze. Even when he returned to his room, he was still in a strange daze, unable to recover for a long time.

This Old Madam Mu was like Peach Blossom, wanting to pack her up and send her to Mu Yi'an's bed, right?

Yi Xiaoqiao did not understand, why did they play such a trick to kill themselves!

Think of the little Qiao in the book, think of the Muyi in the book, think of the entire Northern King's Mansion, each death was more tragic than the last.

It brought her and Muyi together!

Stop joking around!

She would rather kill herself now!

It wasn't easy for Mu Yi'an to not hold a grudge against him, and things had turned out wrong. In the end, not even two days had passed before they began to play matchmaker again. What was the point of doing this? They didn't try to please him!

No, she still had to run. Even if she couldn't get the jade token, she couldn't really be bound to Muyi in the future.

Yi Xiaoqiao didn't care about the pain in his ankle. He hopped over to pack up his things, stuffing his clothes, thin and soft clothes, and all sorts of other items into his backpack. After packing them into his arms, he limped out.

It was their business if they wanted to court death, but she didn't want to die. She wanted to live well and go home!

Just as he reached the door, before he could open it, a huge shadow appeared outside.

It was a figure, and Yi Xiaoqiao could recognize it as Muyi without looking closely. Only he could have such a tall figure. Even Yuheng was half a head shorter than him.

At this point in time, if he wasn't busy with books on military affairs, what was he doing here?

Before Yi Xiaoqiao could figure out what was going on, the door creaked open.

"Bang ~ ~ ~"

"Sigh." Yi Xiaoqiao fell to the ground after being hit by the door frame. Her clothes were scattered all over. She covered her forehead and looked at Muyi with tears in her eyes, "Muyi, I have a grudge with you from my previous life, right?"

"You …" Mu Yi'an held onto the tray with one hand and frowned as he looked at her. His almond-shaped eyes slightly narrowed and his expression changed from shock to sternness. "Steal things?"

"You're the one who stole!" Yi Xiaoqiao was extremely infuriated. If it were not for the pain in her leg, she would have jumped up and kicked him back to Fringe City to prevent him from bullying her, the jinx!

"This is my luggage!" Yi Xiao Qiao held onto her clothes and roared.

"Why are you packing?" Muyi put down the tray and squatted down to help her pick up the things.

"Who cares! I'm free to go wherever I want! " How could she be so unlucky? When she transmigrated to a book, she met Muyi, and the bad luck she had in the mountains before came to an end, but now, no matter what, she was still so unlucky. Either she sprained her ankle or hit her head, she was provoking someone!

"Here."

Just as she was trying her best to silently criticize Muyi, a piece of clothing was handed to her.

The dress was small and square, made of white silk, embroidered with a red plum, and at the edge was embroidered her name: Joe.

Yi Xiaoqiao's face was flushed to the ears and to the neck.

"You …"

"In the future, keep these clothes properly, otherwise if a man looks at you, you will have to marry him." Mu Yi'an placed his apron over her head and instructed her in a low voice.

Yi Xiaoqiao was so angry that her face turned red and her neck turned thick. Bastard, she really was a bastard. She gritted her teeth. "Oh, you're being looked at by a man. Do you want me to marry you?"

"No, I don't like washboards."

You're the fucking washboard, your whole family is a washboard!

Yi Xiaoqiao stared angrily at him, letting out a cackling laugh, "Oh, so you're saying that General Mu is no longer a man?"

Mu Yi'an was in the middle of brewing medicine when he heard this and immediately frowned.

To a man who was always out fighting in the army, this was like saying, "Can't you fight in the war?" This was an insult to his intelligence and a trample on his dignity.

He calmly applied the medicine, picked up a handkerchief and wiped his hands. Suddenly, he turned around and walked towards Yi Xiaoqiao.

"Smelly Muyi, you bastard, you only know how to bully me."

Just as Yi Xiao Qiao jumped to the side and was cursing at Muyi in a low voice, a huge shadow suddenly appeared behind her and instantly enveloped her. Yi Xiaoqiao's heart was alarmed as she sensed danger, but before she could even react, her back hurt and she was pressed down on the table.

Her small face was pressed against the table, nearly squashed flat. She squeezed out a sentence from her chest: "Muyi An, what are you doing!"

"Pa ~ ~ ~"

Yi Xiaoqiao's buttocks felt pain as if he had been frozen. He froze. Just now, what had happened? Did Mu Yi'an hit her?

Another slap.

"Muyi!" Yi Xiaoqiao was thoroughly infuriated as he struggled to get up.

"Yi Xiaoqiao, don't challenge my bottom line again and again."

Another two slaps.

"Help …"

Pa! Another slap.

"Yu Heng, Little Dong, save me, I'm going to die …"

We didn't hear anything. We didn't see anything. We didn't know anything.

"Mu Yi'an, stop hitting him, it hurts …" No matter how she struggled, she couldn't break free from his grasp. Yi Xiaoqiao cried out in pain and helplessly admitted his wrongs. He begged in a low voice, "Muyi An, I beg of you, please stop hitting me, okay?"

Mu Yi'an's complexion turned slightly green, especially after hearing her soft begging voice. Her tense body also became soft. Her shoulder that was being suppressed seemed to have become a finger twister as it wrapped around him.

This girl was poisoned!

With a swoosh, Mu Yi An withdrew his hand and took two steps back while looking at her with a cold face.

Her little butt was in so much pain that it felt like it was about to split open, as if she was being tortured. Seeing that Muyi was unharmed and standing to the side, Yi Xiaoqiao became even more indignant. Her eyes filled with tears as she looked at him, "You are simply not …"

She wanted to say, you're simply not a human, but in the end she accidentally glanced at Muyi and swallowed in fear. Why did his face look even uglier than hers, as if she owed him a lot of money, but wasn't the person who was just beaten herself?

She clutched her little butt as she retreated, "You … Don't cross it. "

Mu Yi An glanced at her, walked to the table and continued brewing the medicine: "Go sit."

The deep voice was like a pleasant tune, but when it entered her ears, it was like a bolt from the blue. "You … What do you want to do?! "

"Don't tell me to do it. Sit down."

Yi Xiaoqiao's legs turned weak. She hated him, she felt depressed, she felt depressed. Why didn't she leave? Why did she follow him back? Why did she have to teleport? Why didn't she run away earlier!

Why did he have to stay and take the blame!

With a look from Mu Yi An, Yi Xiaoqiao's train of thoughts snapped with a "ka ka" sound. She shook her legs and slowly sat down on the chair. She didn't dare to use too much strength for fear that her butt would hurt.

Her small mouth was as red as a cherry, slightly thin, but very beautiful. If he could taste it in his mouth, the taste would definitely be good, perhaps it would be just like the bright red flesh of a watermelon, sweet and juicy.

Yi Xiaoqiao was frightened by his stare. "What are you looking at?!"

Her voice pulled his thoughts back. Muyi calmly mixed the medicine and put it in front of her: "Take off your shoes."

"What now?"

"Your foot is not sprained? It doesn't hurt anymore? " His voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of mockery in it.

Yi Xiaoqiao's face turned red again.

She took off her shoes.

Mu Yi'an held her foot. That foot was as white as snow, and her toes were like round, jade-like stones. They were currently shrinking, slightly hooked, and her fingernails were almost white and transparent.

"Why don't I do it myself …"

"Shut up!" His eyes fell on her ankles, which were bruised and swollen like a steamed bun. His fingertips caressed her ankles, causing Yi Xiaoqiao to grunt. She was afraid of pain, but she did not dare to cry out.

Feathers were tickling his heart. They were also like the claws of a cat, gently stroking his heart. They tore and scratched at him, causing him slight pain and itchiness. He couldn't endure the thirst.

The color in Mu Yi An's eyes became deeper. He forcefully suppressed the thoughts in his heart, calmly put the medicine on her ankle and gently rubbed it.

"You can't go yet." he whispered, his voice steady and changing the subject.

"Nonsense, my foot is already twisted like this, what are you walking for?" Yi Xiaoqiao's forehead was covered in sweat as she squeezed out these words through gritted teeth. She didn't understand why Muyi had so much strength in his hands, it was even more painful to rub than not to.

"I mean, the men from King Yu's Estate are waiting for you at the door."