"I just know that I have a brother, so I'm very happy, very happy! Brother, I won't cry anymore! "
Seeing Murong Qinglian like this, Misha's smile became even more gentle. He stretched out his hand and touched the whip marks on Murong Qinglian's face with his warm fingertips. "Look at you, crying like a kitten. You need to apply medicine again!"
When Misha applied medicine for Murong Qinglian, the black chicken soup was just warm. In order to make Misha happy, Murong Qinglian took the chicken soup and drank it in big mouthfuls. After drinking, Murong Qinglian looked at Misha as if she was asking for his favor, as if saying how obedient she was, right?!
Contrary to Murong Qinglian's expectations, Misha's gentle face revealed a strange smile. "Lian, you used to hate chicken soup, especially black chicken soup. You said that the black soup was like medicine, and you didn't like medicine … Why do you like black chicken soup now? "
Oh no! Misha's words made Murong Qinglian's heart beat faster. What to do? She was eager to pretend to be "Lian", but she forgot to understand the past of this girl called "Lian". Now she was going to give herself away!
Perhaps a cornered dog would do something desperate. Murong Qinglian was stunned for a moment, then chuckled. "Brother, I told you that I'm not Lian, but you didn't believe me. I don't know who I am. I don't know where I come from. I don't even know what my name is … I only remember the dark prison and the endless whipping every day. I don't know anything else … "
It had to be said that the people of Murong family were very talented in acting. When saying these words, Murong Qinglian bit her lips and tried hard to hold back the tears that gathered at the corner of her eyes. That stubborn and strong appearance was somewhat similar to a certain someone in Misha's memory.
"Sorry, Lian, it's brother's fault!" This time, Misha took the initiative to embrace Murong Qinglian. "Brother, you forgot that we have been separated for so long. It's been so long that Lian doesn't remember me, and it's been so long that Lian doesn't even remember herself."
Murong Qinglian finally passed this hurdle. Murong Qinglian was relieved, but her nerves were still tense. It seemed that she had to pay more attention to this "Lian". She couldn't let Misha know that she was not "Lian".
"Brother, what is my name?" Murong Qinglian asked her first question in a muffled voice.
"Helene … This is the name Godfather gave you. It means' attachment '…"
When Misha said this, Murong Qinglian could clearly feel the boundless yearning and sweetness in this beautiful young man's voice. Could it be that "Lotus" was this person's sister and lover? Since they were foster fathers, it was possible that the two of them were not biological siblings …
In just a moment, Murong Qinglian roughly understood the relationship between 'Lotus' and Misha. It seemed that she should make good use of this identity!
"Helene, what a nice name! In the future, I'll be called Helene! "
Although Murong Qinglian's face was covered in whip marks, her smile was so innocent when she said the name 'Helene'. It made Misha's expression soften.
"Lotus, rest well! Once you recover from your injuries, big brother will avenge you! "
After comforting Murong Qinglian for a while, Misha covered her with a thick blanket, and Xia Xue pushed Misha out of the room.
When the door was closed, Murong Qinglian opened her eyes and lightly exhaled. She had finally passed! Looking at the mosquito net above her, Murong Qinglian clenched her fists. When she was in prison, she was worried that she would die in there and no one would claim her corpse. She did not expect Misha to appear and save her.
Misha was her only chance. She must grasp this opportunity and continue living as' Helene '.
Xia Xue pushed Misha slowly in the garden. After they walked far away, Xia Xue, who had been silent for a long time, opened her mouth.
"Gongzi, is it her?"
Misha did not directly answer Xia Xue's question. Instead, he gently tapped the handle of the wheelchair and changed the topic to Xia Yunxi. "How did Princess Yun die?"
"She was stabbed to death by Concubine De of Beizhou because she killed the Second Prince, Wanyan Yi." Xia Xue roughly explained the situation to Misha. After hearing what happened, Misha laughed. "Xia Xue, what do you think Xia Jin will do? Will he avenge his daughter, or will he swallow his anger? "
"Gongzi, what do you want?" Like Misha, Xia Xue also beat around the bush and threw the matter to Misha. Seeing Xia Xue like this, Misha smiled. His thick eyelashes cast a large shadow under his eyes.
"It depends on my mood … If I'm in a good mood, I'll fight. If I'm in a bad mood, I'll just watch the show. I've been idle for so long, it's time to find something to do! "
Misha's answer was a little reckless, but in Xia Xue's eyes, this was her master's true temperament.
Although Misha was the eldest disciple of Immortal Taixu of Penglai Island, Immortal Taixu had been in seclusion for a long time. All the affairs of Penglai Island were handled by Misha. Everyone believed that he would be the next successor of Penglai Island.
Donglu was naturally no match for Beizhou. If they really fought, Donglu would definitely ask for help from Penglai Island. At that time, it would be up to her master to decide whether to help or not.
In Misha's eyes, Xia Yunxi's death was the end of a person's life. Thus, when her ashes were cremated, only Jia Lan was present.
Seeing Xia Yunxi's corpse engulfed in raging flames, Jia Lan felt an indescribable sadness in her heart. Although Xia Yunxi was only a nominal disciple of Penglai Island and did not have much interaction, people could not help but sympathize with her for dying so young. However, this was the cycle of karma. Saying that it was retribution might be too harsh, but she had also brought this upon herself!
The atmosphere in Yanjing, the capital of Beizhou, had been a little strange these past two days. Wanyan Yi had died, Lin Kexin had become a fool, and the princess of Donglu had also died. No one knew how the situation would develop. The officials were secretly trying to figure out what would happen, but no one dared to voice their thoughts.
It was just a simple palace banquet, but it had ended in such a tragedy. Although everyone had seen what had happened with their own eyes, no one knew what was going on. After all, Wanyan Yi was the best candidate for the position of crown prince. Now that he was gone, people could not help but suspect the biggest beneficiary of this matter — Feng Cang.
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