I'm the villain's mother.

At first she thought that Liu Wenmin had a conspiracy, but later she found out that it was Liu Chengfeng.

But now it seems that the trader behind it is actually the man in black.

And he knew their movements very clearly, and he also knew exactly what choice each of them would make.

Everything now, just like what she imagined before, is a trap set by him.

They are just toys in his trap, and whether they live or die has no effect on him.

He can't even blink his eyes.

"Look at her pale face. She must be thinking, I'm going to kill them all. How could that be? At least she, I'll keep it, after all, it's still useful." The man in the dark looked through the clear water Looking at Mu Wanwan, he was holding a bird teasing stick in his hand, playing with the bird in the cage.

"Watching the birds struggling in this cage, I feel very happy." As he spoke, he moved his feet again, and slowly moved to another cage, looking at the birds that were no longer struggling in the cage. , He shouted out: "Come here, kill this bird, and the soul will be crushed. Now it's really boring."

The heavy door was only pushed open at this moment.

It turned out that there was no one in the hall just now, and he had been talking to himself.

The visitor carried the bird out as promised.

A glimmer of light shone through the open door.

It was clearly broad daylight, but the dark sky was even evening than evening.

After the gate was closed, he extinguished all the lights in the hall.

His playful voice came out in the darkness.

"I'm going to find something interesting first."

Then there was only a cloud of black mist floating in place, and when I looked closely again, there was no figure of that person on the high seat.

Maybe it's winter, and even Qingyin Pavilion, a famous warm place in the south, is blowing strong winds.

It was in this situation that Mu Wanwan raised her head from the paper covered with fresh ink.

I forgot to close the window last night, so the wind was blowing, my hair was messed up, and the paper was flying.

She stood up, wondering why she fell into such a deep sleep, and at the same time got up to find the papers again, and put them one by one according to the order she wrote.

"Junior Sister Mu, did you just open this window?" Meng Die, who was passing by, couldn't help asking when she saw Mu Wanwan with her back turned to her.

Mu Wanwan shook her head, trying to maintain a clear mind, then turned around and rubbed her eyes.

"Maybe I forgot to close the window last night. I was still dreaming this morning, so I felt a burst of cold."

Meng Die smiled lightly: "Junior Sister Mu is probably joking. I looked at the sky last night, and today it looks like there is a strong wind, so I deliberately kept my eyes open. Seeing that the lights in Miss Song and your room are still on, I came to remind you two Man, you talked to me at that time, and I closed this window for you, have you forgotten?"

After listening to her, Mu Wanwan vaguely had several scenes in her mind, but they were not clear, and she couldn't tell if it was a dream or real for a while.

"Perhaps these days, I have been mentally weak, and I have memorized many things."

"Then it's time for my Anshen Pill to come." Song Zhujun's voice reached their ears.

Meng Die turned her head and said slowly, "I've seen Miss Song."

Song Zhujun took out a medicine bottle: "Ms. Meng is very worried these days. When I made it for Wanwan, I also made some for you. I woke up this morning thinking about who covered the window for me. I didn't expect I just met here. Miss Meng is really caring, thank you Miss Meng."

Meng Die was a little at a loss, and quickly squeezed out a not-so-good-looking smile, and said lightly: "It's just a trivial matter, please ask Miss Song to remember, let's go first."

Song Zhujun looked at Meng Die's flustered footsteps, and turned to look at Mu Wanwan: "You people in Taiyan Palace are always calm, why do I only have a few words with Miss Meng, she looks like she saw some terrible monster , messed up?"

Mu Wanwan got up, opened the door latch, then pointed her head at Song Zhujun outside the window and said, "Come in and talk."

Song Zhujun walked in quickly, and Mu Wanwan saw the ivory cloak hanging on her arm.

"I just asked you, and you haven't answered me yet."

It was rare for Mu Wanwan to show mixed feelings of regret and nostalgia.

"It's probably because I haven't figured out how to get along with you yet."

Mr. Song Zhu was puzzled: "They are all together, why should you think about it?"

"The person she likes liked you before, how did she adjust?"

Song Zhujun was taken aback: "She likes Jiang Yingsi?"

Mu Wanwan invited her to sit down at the table: "Jiang Yingsi's temperament, even I don't know what you like. If you can't say a few words, you will either stab others or save others' face. Or you will be fierce , maybe how to be beaten, of course not."

Song Zhujun looked at Mu Wanwan, and handed her the cloak in his hand: "Look at this, the sky in Qingyin Pavilion is about to change, I guess you don't have anything to keep out the cold, so I brought you a cotton cloak. " After finishing speaking, he opened his mouth slowly: "I know that Jiang Yingsi has a bad temper. But he has one thing that no one else can match."

Mu Wanwan also became interested: "Oh? How should I say it?"

Song Zhujun opened his mouth slowly: "I am a young lady, but my life is worse than that of Wang Buliuxing's servants. For so many years, so many people who come and go have never seen the secret emotions in my heart. But He can always hit the nail on the head, and it may even be because he has experienced it when he was young, so he can always take good care of me." Speaking of this, Song Zhujun suddenly changed the subject: "Then who is that person you are talking about?"

Mu Wanwan said slowly: "Xiao Fengyu, he should have liked you since he came back from Lanying. It's just that after those three years, too many things happened, and he can no longer be the same as before, so this liking was rejected. Bury it deep in my heart."

Song Zhujun reached out to check the temperature of the water in the cup, poured out the pill, and handed it to Mu Wanwan: "The water temperature is just right, drink the medicine."

Mu Wanwan took it and fed all the medicine into her mouth.

"To tell you the truth, I liked him before. But those three years, like a knife, scraped my heart to the point of pain and exhausted me. The good things about love in the past are now In front of reality, there is nothing left. When we meet again, it will be in the outskirts of Caiyi Town, and it is not only him who has changed in time?"

After Mu Wanwan drank the rest of the water, Song Zhujun also just paused.

"I used to really think about the future with him, but I gradually saw it clearly in Wang Buliuxing. I don't like the boy anymore, and now I'm looking forward to someone who can hold me in the palm of my hand. It's not like he can't do it. It's just that the burden on him is too heavy. Ao Yunfeng's fate is on his shoulders, so it's impossible for him to really care about everything for me."

There was a slight noise outside the door, and Song Zhujun immediately said seriously: "Who?"

No one answered.

When Song Zhujun wanted to get up, Mu Wanwan stopped her.