C90 (1/2)

Feng Yu only took a light sip of tea, he didn't have any intention of explaining.

Mu Zhihuan curled her lips: ”Forget it, even if I knew, I wouldn't be able to do anything to you guys.”

In reality, Mu Zhihuan was also not in a hurry. With Gu Mingxuan and Jiang Zisu here, let alone these few people who wanted to rebel in the palace.

Even if she were to double it, Mu Zhihuan would feel that it was nothing.

But not long after, Mu Zhihuan regretted her leisurely life.

Mu Zhihuan wandered around the village, searching for evidence. However, as she strolled down the village, her feet started to lather. Mu Zhihuan also did not discover anything.

Annoyed, he prepared to return to his room to see if Gu Mingxuan had returned, but on the way, he suddenly heard a painful moan.

Mu Zhihuan quietly walked to the window of the wooden house and peeked through it.

At this time, Mu Zhihuan saw that on the bed in the room, the person who had lost an arm due to his injury yesterday was rolling on the bed with a head full of sweat.

Beside him was a man who looked like a doctor. He was taking his pulse. ”This doesn't look like snake poison. It wouldn't rot so quickly!”

The dark and strong man painfully tightened his brows. The towel in his mouth was tightly clenched, but his eyes were firm and resolute.

As the doctor turned around to take the tools, Mu Zhihuan saw that the edge of the black muscular man's arm had started to turn red and white. It seemed extremely terrifying.

Seeing the doctor using a dagger to disinfect the fire, Mu Zhihuan could not imagine what would happen next.

Sure enough, following the black muscular man's pained voice, Mu Zhihuan saw that the doctor had lost a piece of meat that was almost rotten on the plate beside him.

Seeing that, Mu Zhihuan's stomach churned, and she couldn't help but cover her mouth to retch.

It wasn't easy for the doctor to treat the dark and strong man's wounds, and the man had already fainted from the pain.

Seeing the doctor walking out with a head full of sweat, Mu Zhihuan took a deep breath, then carefully pushed open the unlocked door and walked in.

Walking to the side of the bed, Mu Zhihuan saw the bloodstain on the bed with a glance, and when she thought about the tragic scene just now, she couldn't help but pat her chest.

Carefully walking around the dark muscular man's room, Mu Zhihuan didn't find anything.

Just as she was about to leave helplessly, the person on the bed suddenly snorted.

Mu Zhihuan was so shocked that she almost jumped up.

When he turned around to look, he realized that this person was probably just talking in his sleep.

At this time, Mu Zhihuan suddenly noticed something at the head of the black muscular man's bed.

Puzzled, she walked forward to take a closer look and discovered that it was a black ring.

This ring... Why did it look so familiar?

Mu Zhihuan thought for a while, then took out a silk handkerchief from her bosom. After wrapping it around her hands, she carefully picked up the ring on her finger, and carefully inspected it in a place with even better lighting.

At this time, Mu Zhihuan finally saw that on the back of this ring, was actually carved the word swan.

Looking at the black ring, Mu Zhihuan suddenly remembered that Feng Yu also had this kind of ring.

Quietly putting the ring back, Mu Zhihuan faintly felt that this ring was not simple at all.

Moreover, the word Swastika had always been seen everywhere in Tibet. Was this Consort Xian from Tibet?

But from the looks of it, it was someone from the Central Plains?

But now was not the time to be conflicted about this. Mu Zhihuan quietly put the ring back, tiptoed out of the room, and returned to her own wooden house as fast as she could.

As soon as she arrived at the hut, Mu Zhihuan smelled a familiar smell. Before she could react, a warm body suddenly came over.