Cold King’s Dominating Love, Genius Medical Consort

The person who came out of the study was a ghost.

As if the ghost image didn't know that he would run into Mu Ziling when he came out, he paused, his expression almost imperceptibly cold.

He originally had an unsmiling wooden face, and his expression didn't change at the moment. Mu Ziling glanced at it lightly, and didn't care.

Because the ghost had just come out of the study, Mu Ziling guessed that Long Xiaoyu should also be in the study, she thought about it, and then turned to the study.

"Your master—" Mu Ziling asked Ghosting while walking towards the study.

Who knows, just as she opened her mouth to ask, she saw the ghost who was walking towards this road, as if she hadn't seen her, holding the sword in both hands naturally, then turned her head and walked around.

It's okay to be ignored, but to be ignored like this?

Is this wood pretending to be blind with its eyes open in front of her? Such a big living person can't see it?

Mu Ziling was dazed again and again, then frowned, and shouted loudly: "Ghosting, stop!"

Fortunately, Guiying was only pretending to be blind, not deaf. Hearing Mu Ziling's shout, he stopped and turned around with a tense and cold face: "The master is in the study, if the princess is okay, , this subordinate will retire."

Simply speaking, Ghosting resigned as soon as he said he would resign, he still didn't have the slightest intention of meeting Mu Ziling face to face, so he turned around and walked around again.

"Hello—" Mu Ziling just opened his mouth, and the ghost figure suddenly flashed, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the ghost's back that couldn't wait to disappear, Mu Ziling frowned again.

Is this wood hit by an evil spirit, or is it the wrong medicine? so abnormal.

Everyone had already disappeared, Mu Ziling curled her lips speechlessly, and didn't think about it any more.

Thinking of Long Xiaoyu's body only stabilized, and now he is busy with business in the study... Mu Ziling didn't go straight to the study, but turned his head and went to the kitchen.

Soon, Mu Ziling knocked on the door of the study with a cup of steaming ginseng tea.

She stood outside the study and waited for a while, but there was no movement in the study.

Are you gone?

Mu Ziling was puzzled, and was about to reach out to knock on the door again, when Long Xiaoyu's clear and moist voice came from inside: "Come in."

Mu Ziling pushed the door lightly and entered.

Long Xiaoyu didn't sit at the desk to deal with affairs, but sat in front of the easel on the other side, holding a paintbrush in his hand, painting with concentration.

Seeing his concentration and earnestness, Mu Ziling didn't want to disturb him at first, but in the end he couldn't help being curious, walked over on tiptoe, and turned his head to glance at the drawing paper.

With just one glance, Mu Ziling's hands that were still holding the tea tray suddenly trembled, and the teacup on the tea tray slid down onto her body following her unsteady shake.

Long Xiaoyu, who was still holding a paintbrush a second ago, caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, and quickly snatched the teacup that was about to spill hot tea on Mu Ziling's body.

Long Xiaoyu touched the body of the teacup, only then did he realize how hot the tea inside was.

He frowned coldly, quickly put the teacup aside, stretched out his hand in front of Mu Ziling worriedly, and asked anxiously, "Is it too hot?"

"No..." Just as Mu Ziling said a word, she realized that Long Xiaoyu's hand had reached out to her chest and began to wipe it carelessly.

This monster!

Mu Ziling's face turned red, without even thinking about it, she raised her hand, slapped Long Xiaoyu's hand off, and said with a snort, "Where are you going to touch it, don't take advantage of the opportunity to move."

"I only do things for you, and opportunities are everywhere." Long Xiaoyu said it as a matter of course, but he didn't make any progress, but he still stretched out his hand and grabbed Mu Ziling who was standing beside him into his arms. , let her sit on his lap, knowingly asked: "Tell me, what were you panicking just now?"

Mu Ziling was stunned for a moment, turned his gaze back to the drawing paper, and pointed at himself uncertainly: "Is the person on this drawing me?"

"Then what else?" Long Xiaoyu pinched her pretty nose, and asked in a mighty and domineering manner: "Except for you, who can enter the paintings drawn by this king?"

Knowing that this evildoer has never been serious, Mu Ziling didn't bother to argue with him. She frowned while hesitating: "But this painting..."

The painting in front of her is almost 90% complete, and the scene in this painting is no stranger to her, and it can be said that she is very familiar with it.

A sea of ​​purple flowers, a group of flying feather butterflies, a beautiful woman shuttles between the sea of ​​flowers and the feather butterflies, as if she is about to become a fairy, dancing lightly, agile and quiet, beautiful and incomparable.

Leaving aside the scenery in this painting, let's just talk about the woman in the painting.

At first glance, this woman is clearly the woman who was "threatened" by the godfather and asked her to remember deeply—Ziyin.

But looking more closely, the woman in the painting in front of her is still somewhat different from the picture scroll shown to her by the godfather.

The difference is that the eyes of the woman in the painting of the Great God's adoptive father are closed, while the one painted by Long Xiaoyu is with eyes open. Apart from this difference, the two paintings are almost exactly the same.

What made Mu Ziling feel miraculous was that there were two identical paintings that were almost flawless, but just because of a pair of eyes, it was possible to tell that the two paintings were of two different people.

Originally two different faces, but because a pair of eyes can see the same, but also because a pair of eyes can distinguish the difference, this seems to be contradictory, but it is very thought-provoking.

This is also the reason why she panicked when she saw the painting just now.

The moment the painting came into view just now, Ziyin's face flickered in her mind, and then her own face flicked past, and the last two faces were able to overlap without any sense of disobedience, it was simply unbelievable.

"How could this be..." Mu Ziling frowned in confusion, then tilted her head and asked Long Xiaoyu uncertainly: "Is this really me?"

Long Xiaoyu stretched out his hand to smooth Mu Ziling's forehead wrinkled into the word "Chuan", and said amusedly, "If it wasn't you, who else would you want?"

"You know, isn't it almost the same as the one painted by the great god's adoptive father?" Mu Ziling said angrily, then pushed Long Xiaoyu, wondering: "Why are you painting such a painting? No. , groundless rumors, there must be ghosts."

For some reason, looking at the painting in front of her, Mu Ziling always felt that something was wrong in her heart. Obviously, the factor of suspicion had already appeared in her mind, but it seemed that she couldn't explain it clearly.

"There are still a few strokes left, I'll tell you when I finish painting, huh?" Long Xiaoyu couldn't deny it, he held Mu Ziling's slender waist with one hand, and picked up the paintbrush with the other, focusing on finishing the finishing touch.

Although Mu Ziling was very curious, she didn't bother her again, and she didn't dare to move around, for fear of affecting Long Xiaoyu's painting.

After about a cup of tea time, Long Xiaoyu stopped painting and finished the painting.

Looking at the perfect finished painting in front of him, Mu Ziling folded his arms around his chest and said with a mocking smile, "I didn't expect you to be so good at painting." The painting is so beautiful, so expressive, it's simply beautiful Lun is beautiful.

Long Xiaoyu put down the paintbrush, and then the old god glanced at Mu Ziling on the ground, with an air of pride on his face: "Why can't you be a man?"

"It's not necessarily that you know everything, for example..." Mu Ziling snorted twice, and almost blurted out: "You don't know how to have children."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Mu Ziling realized that this topic was a bit dangerous.

Long Xiaoyu smiled evilly, wrapped his arms around her, and hugged her even tighter, and approached her ear with a half-smile, and his warm voice was full of ambiguity: "My lady is right, on this matter Or a wife is better than a husband..."

"Don't interrupt." Mu Ziling's ears were burning from being rubbed, she quickly changed the subject and interrupted him: "Tell me quickly what's wrong with this painting?"

In order to avoid setting himself on fire later, Long Xiaoyu had no choice but to stop teasing her. His bright and starry eyes became a little unfathomable, and he took the time to ask: "Let's talk about it first, what do you see?" What's coming?"

Mu Ziling rubbed her chin, and truthfully said what was in her heart: "I just think that the girl named Ziyin drawn by the godfather is the same as the one you draw now, except for the difference in expression, everything else is the same. It looks like two people, but they are actually one person, but if it is impossible to say that they are the same person, then there is only one possibility, will there be any relationship between me and her?"

In the last words, Mu Ziling left room for it, maybe she had a guess in her heart, but she didn't have the confidence to agree with it.

Long Xiaoyu's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and there was an incomprehensible light in his eyes, and it took him a long time to calmly say: "She is your mother."

The short and affirmative five words hit the nail on the head.

"Mother?" Mu Ziling was taken aback, she knew that the mother Long Xiaoyu mentioned was undoubtedly her real mother.

She had been wondering just now whether there was some kind of relationship between her and Ziyin, but the two seemingly identical paintings alone couldn't explain anything, but what Long Xiaoyu said now must have a history After repeated investigations, there is no doubt about the truth.

In the end, Mu Ziling felt a little uneasy after hearing something that was really related to her life experience.

She stared straight at the painting in front of her, as if looking at herself in the painting, she saw an amiable woman smiling gently at her, like a spring breeze.

Long Xiaoyu's expression was so indifferent, and his tone was light: "All the clues and signs found also prove that your mother is the person behind the scenes who threw you into the Mu family's foster care."

Mu Ziling felt overwhelmed again.

The people behind the scenes... She knows best what these four words represent.

This means that her biological mother was the person behind the scenes who stripped her soul and made her spend more than ten years in the two lives in a daze.

This also means that her biological mother was the real culprit who caused the separation of the Mu family's wives and children.

The family was harmonious and happy back then, but because of her arrival, everything changed... That old lady who stayed in the temple all year round to pray to gods and worship Buddha, that Mu Zhenguo who had lost her bravery, Li En who was sleepy, and so on. With her finally finding Mu Ziye who disappeared...

Thinking again of the current situation of the Mu family, Mu Ziling's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by someone's hands. She felt an indescribable discomfort in her heart, and she murmured: "My mother...why would she this way?"