RPAGF Chapter 271 Ice Coffin
Chapter 271 Ice Coffin
Xu Shu frowned: "What is he doing here?"
Mu Jinghua twisted his body, sitting uncomfortably: "He said he came to see me, but his attitude was very strange."
"What do you mean?" Xu Shu pulled him into his arms so that he could sit more comfortably.
Mu Jinghua snorted twice: "He spoke neither intimately nor distantly, as if he didn't care about me at all."
"Are you unhappy about this?" Xu Shu touched his head.
"That's not the case." Mu Jinghua smiled at him, "It's just that after all, he and my father...had that kind of thing happen. He shouldn't treat me like this...as if I were just a passerby."
"Maybe..." Xu Shu thought of a possibility, but because he was not sure, he did not dare to tell Mu Jinghua immediately, and only said, "Maybe he doesn't know how to face you, so he is like this..."
Mu Jinghua said "oh" and reluctantly accepted the explanation.
Xu Shu was still lost in thought. After all, Qiao Wan had just said that the real Mu Tonghai had been killed by Qiao Jianhong. Who was this person now? How did he keep it a secret from everyone and make it look real?
Xu Shu first ruled out the possibility that the memories had been tampered with. After all, if that were the case, Qin Lianxi and Qiao Jianhong would not have known that Emperor Zhao Yan was a substitute.
Since the memory has not been tampered with, why would Qiao Jianhong allow Mu Tonghai's substitute to live?
Is this person extremely resourceful? Is Qiao Jianhong powerless to deal with him? Or is this person too obedient and still has some value to him...
Xu Shu thought of the rumors in the capital that Prime Minister Mu had connections, and couldn't help but frown.
Ever since arriving in Shangjing, Xu Shu had always felt somewhat anxious for no reason, no longer as relaxed as he had been in Yuzhou.
Even though he has the upper hand now and knows that Qiao Jianhong can't do anything to him and Xiao Mujin for the time being, he still tosses and turns and can't sleep at night.
Mu Jinghua was completely unaware of this. His happiness was easy to understand. As long as Xu Shu was around, everything was fine.
Besides, Xu Shu had always been reliable in front of him. Although he didn't understand why Xu Shu asked him to be the royal merchant and have contact with people in the palace, he still did as he was told.
As he was going to enter the palace tomorrow, he washed up early and took Xu Shu to bed.
At this moment, she was curled up in Xu Shu's arms and sleeping soundly.
Xu Shu looked down at him, a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but kiss his forehead. When he heard him mutter "Xu Shu, hug me", he couldn't help but smile.
"Silly goose."
Xu Shu looked at the setting moonlight and couldn't help but think about the plot that Qiao Wan had mentioned.
I thought I was just traveling through time to make a living and to pamper my children, but I didn't expect there would be so many troubles. I was forced to come to the capital according to the general plot...
We also have to be on guard against that madman Qiao Jianhong. Although I don't know why this guy is soft-hearted and doesn't kill Xiao Mujin, he is definitely not trustworthy and we must be on guard against him.
And judging from what Qiao Wan said, there seems to be a force that is correcting the plot of this world. On the surface, it seems to be finding a substitute to replace the dead character to complete the plot, but what is the reality?
Where did these stand-ins come from? Why did they complete the plot so seriously? Is it impossible for a character like Qiao Jianhong to develop his own consciousness?
From a statistical point of view, it is impossible that there are none.
For example, wasn't the current emperor called a fool by Qiao Wan? Mu Tonghai was also called a fool. Why was his attitude towards Mu Jinghua so ambiguous?
The more Xu Shu thought about it, the more confused he became. Just then, Mu Jinghua turned over and rolled into the bed, no longer clinging to him. Xu Shu suddenly had an idea and got up and got out of bed.
……
tick...
tick...
Water fell on Mu Jinghua's face, icy cold, like a big hand that pulled him out of his dream.
Mu Jinghua opened his eyes in confusion, and shuddered. Then he saw darkness all around him, and subconsciously called out, "Xu..."
"Stop shouting." A hoarse voice interrupted him, "Xu Shu is not here."
"Qiao Jianhong?" Mu Jinghua immediately came back to his senses and sobered up, "Why would you..."
"You're here?" Qiao Jianhong, who was hiding in the dark, sneered, "This is my home, so of course I'm here. You should ask, why are you here?"
Mu Jinghua was speechless: "You didn't catch me?"
Qiao Jianhong didn't say anything, but there were melodious footsteps. Mu Jinghua heard that he was coming towards him and couldn't help but move forward.
Feeling weak and achy all over, Mu Jinghua immediately realized something: "You drugged me?"
"It's just a little knockout drug." Qiao Jianhong stopped and a beam of light came into the dim room, very dazzling.
Mu Jinghua closed his eyes, but the next second Qiao Jianhong pinched his chin.
His strength was so great that it hurt. Mu Jinghua opened his eyes in pain and met his bloodshot eyes. His heart sank.
"Yes, look at me." Qiao Jianhong said sinisterly, "I want to ask you something. Your father...does he love you?"
"Of course." Mu Jinghua glared at him, "Why are you asking me about my father?"
"Then he..." Qiao Jianhong let go of Mu Jinghua and sat on a stone bench not far away. His figure inexplicably revealed a bit of loneliness, "Have I ever mentioned me to you..."
"Who are you? Nothing."
"No?" Qiao Jianhong was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "I don't believe it."
Mu Jinghua wanted to choke him again, but just as he opened his mouth, he saw him take off his shoes and socks and step into an ice coffin.
Yes, an ice coffin.
Mu Jinghua then realized why it was so cold here. Not only was there an ice coffin in the room, but there were also huge ice walls surrounding it. He was just awakened by the water falling from the wall.
But why did he fall into the water?
Mu Jinghua felt confused, but he didn't think much about it. Instead, he looked at Qiao Jianhong and said, "You brought me here just to let me watch you sleep?"
Qiao Jianhong lay down with a cold face. Hearing him talking, he couldn't help but smile: "You are obviously nothing like him, why can't I do it?"
"I thought about it for a long time, and finally I just thought you couldn't bear to let me go."
Mu Jinghua frowned when he heard this, and inexplicably felt that there must be someone else or something else in the coffin. However, when he wanted to take a look, his body felt so weak that he couldn't even stand up.
Qiao Jianhong seemed to know what he was going to do, and just laughed: "It's my fault for forgetting."
His voice was gentle: "I was going to bring him to see you, why did he get attached to you first... Don't blame me, okay?"
"Who are you talking to?" Mu Jinghua felt a chill all over his body.
But Qiao Jianhong still didn't answer. He sat up again and walked towards Mu Jinghua.
"I'll take you to see him, but you have to remember...it's just a meeting."
Seeing Mu Jinghua frowning, he smiled and said, "You'll know in a while."
After saying that, he pulled up Mu Jinghua's sleeve, lifted him up from the ground with one hand, dragged him to the ice coffin lightly, and held Mu Jinghua's head for him to look.
"This is your father."
In the ice coffin,
Just a corpse that had already shriveled up to the point of bones.
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(End of the Thorn Chapter)