General is a Villain - Chapter 272

——Is the porridge still warm?

——Here we are.

——Make a new one.

Yi Xiaoqiao looked blankly at the gauze curtain on his head, and his body was stiff and dared not move.

All night, muyian held her hand.

Obviously he didn’t say a word, but Yi Xiaoqiao just felt his silent pain, as if something was piled up on him and bent his spine.

He used to be an indomitable man, but now he sits in front of her bed, holding her hand in anticipation, and nagging a lot of words that no one can understand in a voice she can’t hear.

Yi Xiaoqiao suddenly felt like a knife in his heart.

Before committing suicide, she didn’t know whether she would really die, or she vaguely felt that she wouldn’t die. The hairpin was too short, not to mention that she deviated from the original track because of fear. Maybe she just wanted to escape here. Even if Mu Yian buried her, buried her in the earth, or suffocated her directly in the coffin, it’s better.

But he didn’t. He just kept her.

All night.

As early as Chunxiang came in, she woke up. It was not mu Yian’s illusion. She did move at that time, but when she heard Chunxiang’s voice, she forced herself to close her eyes and stay still.

She heard what Mu Yi’an and Chunxiang said, and she also guessed the role of Chunxiang. She should be very moved, but she felt very sad. After all, she and Mu Yi’an didn’t trust each other, and there was no doubt about each other. Even if they came together at this time, they were just a moment of warmth, and the rest of the time would grind their feelings away, What will remain will only be the scum of doubt, and then defeat them again.

Yi Xiaoqiao has no confidence.

She had no experience in love. When she met Mu Yian, a difficult person, she became more and more tangled and afraid. She couldn’t afford to gamble.

Bet once and lose yourself.

Bet again and trap yourself.

If she gambles like this, she will really die.

Across the translucent gauze curtain, she looked at her head. He held her hand. There were silent things flowing in the air, but they could only exchange for permanent silence.

She couldn’t guess his thoughts, and he couldn’t see her thoughts. She thought they were just close to each other, but now she found that they were separated by the end of the world.

“Lord, the emperor called you into the palace.” Yu Heng’s voice came from outside the door, with some anxiety: “this is the third token.”

Mu Yi’an didn’t speak and didn’t even lift his head. He just clenched Yi Xiaoqiao’s hand.

“My Lord, I heard that the emperor called you into the Palace this time. It has something to do with the border city. It seems that the contract signed with Northern Xinjiang has changed.”

Mu Yi’an finally reacted. He slowly sat up straight and gave a cold hum of disdain.

“Lord, Northern Xinjiang…”

Yu Heng is still chattering at the door, but Yi Xiaoqiao can’t hear him clearly, because Mu Yi’an lifts the gauze curtain and is standing in front of the bed looking at her.

She could feel his eyes staring at her.

She didn’t move. She really regarded herself as a dead man.

“Little Joe, I’m going out and I’ll be back soon.” A soft kiss fell on her forehead: “you wait for me.”

Yi Xiaoqiao was stiff and didn’t resist, but when the kiss fell, she felt inexplicably hot and sad, as if there was a brand directly in her heart.

The pain is inexplicable.

After the kiss stayed for a second or two, Mu Yi’an got up, covered her, turned and left the room.

Seeing Mu Yi’an out of the door, Yi Xiaoqiao couldn’t remember for a long time. The kiss on her forehead was hot. At this time, it still remained on her forehead, making her more and more confused.

Mu Yian actually liked her, too. It’s just a misunderstanding.

Thoughts flashed through her head, so fast that she couldn’t catch them.

Squeak——

A soft noise.

Yi Xiaoqiao suddenly woke up and hurriedly closed his eyes.

When she closed her eyes, other senses would become more sensitive. She pricked up her ears to listen, but only heard the sound of light footsteps. It was not mu Yian’s footsteps.

His footsteps are very familiar to Yi Xiaoqiao, but the sound is very light, like a thief.

The gauze curtain was lifted, and a dark shadow appeared in front of the bed.

Yi Xiaoqiao suddenly opened his eyes.

Four eyes were opposite. The visitor seemed to be startled. He quickly covered his red lips and stared at Yi Xiaoqiao.

Yi Xiaoqiao frowns. She knows her, Chaoyun.

That is, one of the people the emperor arranged into her yard.

Chaoyun covered his lips and stared at her. He looked more nervous than her.

Yi Xiaoqiao looked at her expressionless, but he was already calculating how to react.

After all, Chaoyun is from the emperor. If the emperor knows that there are two Yi Xiaoqiao in the palace, the next danger is mu Yian. What should she do?

Kill her?

Thoughts flashed in her head. Chaoyun had responded. She made a silent gesture and whispered, “Miss, are you really here?”

“Miss…”?

Is Chao Yun ignorant or stupid? How do you call her Miss?

Yi Xiaoqiao was stunned and didn’t speak.

Chaoyun whispered, “Miss, the maidservant is from the prime minister’s house. She came to find her.”

“….” the prime minister’s residence? Yi Lan?

Isn’t their young lady Yi Zhen?

Wait, did she change her face, too?

Yi Xiaoqiao subconsciously touched his face. Then, she didn’t touch Yi Rong’s position for a long time. She struggled to sit up.

Chaoyun saw the clothes on her chest soaked with blood and quickly whispered, “Miss, what are you doing?”

“Mirror, give me the mirror!”

Want a mirror?

Yi Xiaoqiao loves beauty so much? Look in the mirror as soon as you wake up? Although Chaoyun felt a little strange, he still said, “OK, I’ll take it now. Don’t move.”

Chaoyun took the mirror and handed it to her: “here you are.”

Yi Xiaoqiao took it over and fixed her eyes. Her eyes changed from fear to surprise. She touched her face again. This is her own face, not Yi Zhen, and there is no similarity with Yi Zhen. Then why does Chaoyun call her Miss?

She looked at Chaoyun suspiciously and rubbed her face. Now she was neurotic enough to doubt whether she was Yi Xiaoqiao or Yi Zhen.

Chaoyun was trembling when she saw it. He whispered, “Miss, you don’t have to be sad. You’re recovering from a serious illness. Your face is always not very good. You’d better stay here.”

Yi Xiaoqiao looked at her carefully.

She hurriedly added, “if the young lady doesn’t look well, the maid will put on makeup for the young lady?”

“Why did you call me miss?”

“You are a young lady. When Mr. Xiang sent us, he said you were the young lady of the prime minister’s house. Let’s take good care of you.”

Is she the young lady of the prime minister’s residence?

What did she miss or what Yi Lan misunderstood.

Wait, do you mean

Is he really dad?