On the second day, Ming Wuyou packed up and went out, heading all the way to the big house in Jingxiang Lane in the south of the city.
The weather was a little bad, and when we were halfway there, it started to rain lightly.
Ming Wuyou sat in the car, looking at the rain outside, and remembered in a daze that in his previous life, all the loyal soldiers in the royal palace died without their bodies intact, and it was a rainy day when the generals carried the coffin back.
That day, Fu Rou threw herself in front of the coffin and cried heartbrokenly.
She said her grandfather was gone, her father and brother who loved her were also gone, and she couldn't live anymore.
Ming Wuyou hugged her in front of the mourning hall, patted her shoulder gently, and said distressedly: "I'm still here."
The way she cried loudly in her arms and said miserably, "Sister, I only have you," Ming Wuyou will remember for the rest of his life.
Now that I think about it, it's so ridiculous.
The massacre in Prince Zhan's mansion was originally designed by Fu Rou herself——
She was not the royal family's biological daughter, and the control was in someone else's hands, so she simply conspired with others.
After the incident in the palace, Ming Wuyou and Fu Rou became more frequent.
On the surface, she and Ming Wuyou were acting out a scene of affectionate attachment between sisters, but secretly, she used the convenience of visiting Ming Wuyou in the Regent's Palace to collect useful information.
Prince Zhan's Mansion guarded the border for many years, and had a great influence on the army. All the men in the family were killed in the battle, leaving only Fu Rou, an orphan girl, who still held the General's Order from Prince Zhan's Mansion.
All the generals under his command transferred all their loyalty to the palace to Fu Rou.
Later, Fu Rou used the influence of General Linghe and the Prince of War, as well as the information she gathered, to help rebel and conspire, causing Ming Wuyou and Murong Yu to end up in such a miserable end.
And Yuan Hao——
Ming Wuyou didn't want to continue thinking about it, his face was extremely gloomy.
"Miss..." Caiyue said hesitantly: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"It's okay." Ming Wuyou's voice was a little depressing because of the things in her memories. She leaned on the cushion and said softly: "I'll take a nap for a while, and you can call me when I get there."
"yes."
Ming Wuyou closed his eyes and let himself gradually calm down.
This time, many things can be undone.
Don't rush, come one by one.
The carriage continued to move forward unsteadily.
After a while, Caiyue's voice sounded softly: "Miss, we're just ahead."
"Um."
Ming Wuyou responded, sat up and looked out the car window, but suddenly stopped looking.
Not far away, in front of the gate of a house, a carriage just stopped, and a sunny and handsome boy of seventeen or eighteen jumped out of the carriage.
The young man was wearing a light blue robe with arrow sleeves and holding an oil-paper umbrella. He reached out toward the carriage and helped a girl get out of the carriage.
The girl was wearing a pale pink dress, her face was beautiful, her eyes were delicate and her eyebrows were delicate.
She lowered her eyes and said to the young man, "Thank you, Fourth Young Master."
"Thank you for what?" The disapproving voice of the young man came from the rain curtain: "And why do you call me Fourth Young Master? How unfamiliar is it? Come on, call me brother!"
"But...I'm not used to it yet..."
"It's okay, it's okay. You'll get used to it after you call her twice. Come on, come on, call her and listen!" The young man looked at the woman expectantly.
"Okay." The woman shyly called out in a very low voice: "Brother."
Ming Wuyou's expression was expressionless in the car.
That woman is Fu Rou.
The young man Ming Wuyou had never seen him before, but looking at his clothes and what he said, Ming Wuyou thought that he should be Yun Zimo, the fourth son of the War King.
Yun Zimo was so happy when he was called "brother", "I have wanted to have a sister since I was a child, and now it is complete. By the way, have you used the medicine I gave you?"
"That is the best medicine secretly prepared by my Yun family. Apply it and the wound on your forehead will heal quickly."
Fu Rou whispered: "Thank you for your concern, brother. I apply it every morning and evening."
"That's good!" Yun Zimo said with a smile, "Let's go, let's take Rourou to see my elder brother."
"Okay." Fu Rou responded softly, but did not step up the steps. Instead, she looked at the carriage not far away with hesitation: "Is that Baishantang's car?"
Yun Zimo also turned around and said, "Oh, by the way, eldest brother said last time that he had an appointment with a doctor, and it seems that the appointment is today."
"Brother, wait for me for a moment. I'll go say hello." Fu Rou whispered, heading towards the carriage over there.
"What are you saying hello?!" Yun Zimo grabbed her, frowned and said, "You should have less contact with this kind of people in the future, so as not to be taught bad things."
Fu Rou shook her head: "Sister has treated me very well since I was a child. There must be some misunderstanding about my father."
"Everyone has been beaten and sent to jail. How can there be any misunderstanding?! And she also injured you so much that she made you live alone in the south of the city -" Yun Zimo snorted coldly, but looked at Fu Rou's insistence.
When I went to say hello, I still said patiently: "Then go ahead, I'll wait for you."
"Thank you, brother."
Fu Rou blessed herself with Yunzi and turned around.
Ming Wuyou sat in the carriage and listened to the conversation, feeling uncomfortable all over and wanting to vomit.
What kind of look did she have before that made her think that Fu Rou was innocent, cute and annoying?
"Sister." At this moment when Ming Wuyou felt sick, Fu Rou had already arrived in front of the car: "You are in there, right?"
"You were still sick when I went to the South Hospital. Are you feeling better now?"
Ming Wuyou in the car was not as good at wearing a mask as she was. He immediately spoke coldly and unabashedly: "You should be happier if I die, right?"
Fu Rou was shocked, her eyes filled with tears: "Why do you say that, sister? I've been worried about you these past few days -"
"What did I do wrong to make my sister misunderstand me so deeply?"
“Sister, tell me I can change it——”
Ming Wuyou pushed open the window and sneered: "No, I can't be your 'sister'. There's no need for you to worry. There's no misunderstanding between us, and you don't need to change it."
"Don't you already have a 'brother'? Enjoy your life."
And the only connection I have with you in this life is that I will do everything possible to make you unhappy!
"Sister--" Fu Rou's tears burst out of her eyes instantly, as if she had suffered countless grievances.
"That's unreasonable!" Yuan Zimo, who was standing not far away, came forward with a stern face, "You woman are too ignorant. Rourou is kind and caring about your condition. It's okay for you to be ungrateful. You still speak in a weird way!
"
"So." Ming Wuyou said slowly, "How do you think I should be more enlightened?"
As she spoke, she gently smoothed a strand of hair on her temples with her hands. In the rain curtain, there was a faint mist, and her white hands and jade face were also covered with a layer of haze because of this movement.
of beauty.
Yun Zimo was stunned for a moment, and a flash of surprise flashed uncontrollably in his eyes.
Fu Rou also saw Yun Zimo's surprise.
She looks very good, and many people praise her for her beauty, but as soon as Ming Wuyou appears, everyone's attention turns to Ming Wuyou, and she becomes a dispensable background.
At this time, Fu Rou gritted her teeth with hatred in her heart, but her face still looked so delicate. This chapter has been completed!