Chapter 181, the first seven

No matter what others think, after all, Yong Mingyan is the eldest brother of the two, and he is the closest person. Although Mu Fangjin didn't say anything, Xinyi could see that he had been depressed in the past few days. Unlike Xinyi, Mu Fangjin had to go to Beijing every day to face the saint, and in the face of all this, he had to act as if nothing had happened.

The smile on his face hung for a long time, and at this time, he also showed some fatigue between the light and shadow.

Xinyi took out the paper money that he secretly entrusted to go out to buy these days and took the brazier and burned it for him. The fire tongue licked the light yellow paper and burned into ashes little by little. She knelt on the edge of the brazier and kept handing the paper money into the brazier. Looking at the ashes in the brazier gradually increasing, there is still a large pile of paper money at hand.

Mu Fangjin sat aside and looked at her, watching the flying confetti dancing beside her like butterflies when the wind rose. The firelight lit up her tear-stained face. She hesitated for a moment before asking, "Why did you buy so much?"

She was stunned, looked at the paper money in her hand, and looked at the brazier and the thick layer of ashes inside. She wanted to open her mouth, but at the moment she opened her lips, tears rolled down first. It seemed that it was not until now that she really realized that the gentle man would never come back.

Xinyi reached out and wiped his eyes with his cuffs. "Didn't you say that this paper money was burned for him?" As she spoke, a smile appeared at the corners of her mouth, but soon flattened her mouth, and tears couldn't stop: "Yong Mingyan was very rich when he was alive. He was a person who spent so much money... I don't want to... I don't want him to wrong himself because he didn't have money to spend in that world..." She said, but she said no again. After going down, he hurriedly threw a large handful of paper money into the brazier, and then reached out and wiped his eyes with his cuffs.

After hearing this, Mu Fangjin also frowned tightly and tried his best to suppress his feelings about to rush out. He hurriedly got up, looked at the flame in the brazier, and clenched his fists to death.

Finally, he took a long breath, turned around to get his piano, put it on the stone table, raised his hand and brushed his sleeves. The sound of the piano whimpered was no longer as elegant and ethereal as when I first heard it.

She turned her head to look at Mu Fangjin, but he did not look up at her, but focused on the strings.

Xinyi did not disturb him, but continued to throw the paper money into the brazier, watching the paper twist, shrink and eventually turn into a black ashes in the fire.

"Big brother..." She looked at the fire basin and whispered, "I'm sorry... I, I can only do this for you..." She choked and just opened her mouth, but she didn't say anything. She tried her best not to recall those scenes, but inadvertently, she always realized that their past was still vivid.

The sound of the piano in his ear couldn't stop, but Xinyi felt that the sound of the piano was chaotic.

This proves that the heart of the person who plays the piano... is also chaotic.

At this time, she looked back again, but saw Mu Fangjin hanging her head, her forehead covering his eyes, hidden in the night, and could not see the expression on his face.

Xinyi actually opened his mouth and wanted to call him gently, but he opened his lips slightly. After all, he still didn't make a sound, just looked at him quietly.

Suddenly, he finally stopped playing for a long time. The slender fingers covered the strings and stopped all the music.

At this moment, Mu Fangjin suddenly grabbed the strings and suddenly pulled them! The string broke and made a sad sound, and at this time, his right hand grasping the string was already bloody.

"Ajin, what are you doing!" Xin Yi was shocked by his movements and quickly stood up, grabbed his wrist to check his injury, and did not allow him to move again.

But compared with her panic, Mu Fangjin didn't even have a special look on her face, not even frowning at all, leaving only drops of cold sweat on her forehead caused by pain. He raised his eyes and looked at Xin Yi in front of him. He didn't say anything, but slowly stood up and hugged her tightly with open hands.

The hands subconsciously grasped the clothes on her back, and the blood from the palm of her right hand had wet her clothes. Mu Fangjin held her in his arms, but pressed his chin on her shoulder. Although he gritted his teeth and didn't say anything, Xinyi could still realize that he was crying in his slightly trembling body and the sound of gas he tried to suppress.

Xinyi didn't say anything, but just hugged his waist tightly and gently patted him on the back, as if he were coaxing a child.

After a long time, when he gradually calmed down a little, Xinyi said, "Let's... let's deal with the injury on our hands first. There is no place to find a doctor at this late hour. Let me help you simply bandage it first."

"Xinyi..." He just opened his mouth and called her gently. At this moment, his voice was hoarse and not ordinary.

Her hand gently rubbed on his back as a comfort: "Well, I'm listening."

"I have always... regarded Mingyan as my own brother." He said slowly, "We grew up together and really... like brothers. But...but he just left...so suddenly..."

Xinyi just hugged him, put his forehead on his shoulder, and didn't say anything for a long time.

"Xinyi... I'm his brother... He has always called me brother... But I don't deserve it." He muttered, "I don't deserve the brother he called me, it's me... I didn't do my duty as a brother to protect him well. After the master chased him at that time, if I had been more careful... If I had been more careful, he might not have done such a thing.

"Ajin... You don't have to blame yourself too much..."

He lowered his eyes and held her tightly in his arms, "I know that Mingyan hates me because of my father's affairs. It's also because I didn't hide the letter. ...The cause of everything is because of my carelessness. After all, I'm sorry for him!"

"Don't think so." Xinyi snuggled on his shoulder and said softly, "He decided to take revenge early on the morning, but his object of revenge was just about your father. You don't have to blame yourself... If you have to say so, won't I be the culprit who killed him..."

Mu Fangjin paused and did not say anything or make any explanation.

"If I hadn't hunted together, then... the horse wouldn't have been frightened... The eldest brother wouldn't have lost his life to rush out to save me." She said calmly and lowered her eyes, as if tears had already turned in her eyes: "If so, I'd rather you blame me for this..."

He was slightly moved and looked down at the girl in his arms, "Xinyi..."

"It's really like what I said... Do you blame me?" She looked up and stared at him.

Mu Fangjin shook his head slowly. It's not your fault."

"In this case, why do you blame yourself? I can think of how difficult it was for you to act as if nothing had happened when he left. You have obviously disguised it very hard these days. As she spoke, tears had fallen from the corners of her eyes, and she subconsciously pulled back her hand and wiped her eyes with her cuffs.

She can understand. It's because it's so unacceptable to treat Yong Mingyan's death, not to mention Mu Fangjin, who has been with him day and night since childhood.

And during this period of time, the reason why he had to face the saint all day and deliberately hide it made him not even have time to mourn for Yongmingyan. Xinyi understood that if the emperor really knew the connection between him and Yongmingyan, not only Mu Fangjin, but also the whole Mu family... even the Third Highness would all be implicated by this.

But... suppressing and not saying or revealing doesn't mean that he is not sad. People always need an opportunity to vent. On the contrary, when they just felt that Mu Fangjin really cried, the stone in Xinyi's heart fell to the ground.

She covered her mouth with her hand, forced the remaining tears back, and then wiped her cuffs and stared at him: "A Jin, if you are sad... it's okay to cry. Anyway, I won't say it."

Mu Fangjin didn't say anything, just lowered his eyes and didn't look at her.

Xinyi saw that he still looked ugly, but he could no longer think of any words to comfort him. Her brain was hot, she stretched out her hand to cover his cheek, and then tiptoed slightly and imprinted her lips on his lips.

He raised his eyes in astonishment and was hitting her sight.

Such initiative has never been seen before. Mu Fangjin was surprised to see this until she finished the shallow kiss, and he still maintained such an expression without moving.

"What are you doing staring at me..." Xin Yi also lowered his head and didn't look at him because of his abrupt movements just now, but the moment he subconsciously raised his eyes, he realized the sight he threw. Don't get over it. Come into the room and I'll bandage you.

Mu Fangjin wanted to say something more, but in the end, she pulled her into the room.

The candlelight in the room was dim. Xinyi pulled him into the room and sat down at the table. He was busy looking for hemostatic drugs and bandages. Finally, he did not forget to hold another oil lamp and come to the front lighting. Mu Fangjin put his injured hand on the table, and then subconsciously looked up at Xin Yi and said, "Why don't I do it myself... You'd better stay away from these blood stains... Tut, aren't you afraid?"

"It's true to say that she is timid, but how can a girl get dizzy?" When Xin Yi said this, he also slowed down his tone and explained jokingly, "If you really faint, won't you faint several times a month?" After saying that, she put everything away one by one, and then ordered, "You spread your hand first, and I'll give you some hemostatic drugs."

Mu Fangjin gave a 'um' sound and seemed to be a little reluctant, but in the end, he spread out his palm half-pushed - his palm had been cut flesh and blood by the strings, and several wounds were extremely deep, and they were still bleeding. Seeing that she frowned slightly, Mu Fangjin wanted to withdraw her hand, but she grabbed her wrist first.

"Don't move."

Hearing this, he had to give up struggling and be at her mercy.