Family affection? Is it important to have rights?

Mu Jinrong followed his father's somewhat unsteady steps and came to his mother's room.

As soon as Lin Xueruo saw her husband who was very drunk, she hurried forward to support him.

Mu Jinrong took advantage of his short stature to squeeze into the house through the gap and poured some sleeping pills into the tea very smoothly.

If my mother knew, she would definitely stop him.

So, mother can’t wake up!

Mu Jinrong's cold expression was reflected very clearly in the tea.

After his mother helped his father onto the bed, Mu Jinrong sensibly brought a cup of tea to his mother.

"Drink some water, mother."

Lin Xueruo didn't think too much about it. She was indeed a little tired from moving her husband, so she took the tea and drank it.

After a while, she felt sleepy. She forced herself to say something, "Jinrong, go out and play first. Your father and I will lie down and rest for a while."

Then he lay down on the innermost part of the bed.

Mu Jinrong responded obediently, turned around and left without hesitation and closed the door.

But he didn't leave. Instead, he leaned against the door and counted the time quietly.

“1、2、3……123、124、125。”

Mu Jinrong counted the time he had gained from testing drugs on the servants, then turned around and pushed open the door.

Mu Tangxi sat in the stable sedan chair, listening to the blessings from the people around him after receiving the silver that Ji Qichen had distributed, and the joy in front of the team, and felt very good.

The joy contrasts with the sad scene, which is very elegant.

Mu Jinrong looked at his parents' sleeping faces for a while, then slowly took out the dagger from his sleeve.

Just follow your sister's instructions step by step and you won't go wrong.

Mu Jinrong took out the Ma Fei Powder given by her sister, sprinkled it in the tea and stirred it, then pried open her father's mouth and poured a lot of it in, then covered her father and mother's faces, and her father's feet with a quilt.

He slowly pulled the dagger out of the scabbard, and a sharp light flashed by. It was obvious that it was a good dagger.

The dagger slowly reached into the quilt. Mu Jinrong held his father's feet through the quilt with his left hand, and repeatedly adjusted the position of the dagger with his right hand.

In his mother's room, Mu Jinrong could still hear the sound of suona, which was playing "Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix".

"Pfft!"

A crazy smile broke out on Mu Jinrong's face. What his sister said was indeed right. If he covered himself with a quilt, the blood would not splash on his body!

He was afraid that the cut was not complete, so he used the dagger to cut his father's tendons back and forth like a kitchen knife cutting meat with tendons.

Mu Jinrong's heart was beating faster and his head was dizzy, so he simply ignored his father's slightly twitching leg.

It must have been an illusion, after all, my father didn't even cry out in pain.

Mu Jinrong let go only when he couldn't cut any further, and then started cutting the tendon of the other foot.

While Mu Jinrong was busy, the sound of suona continued to ring outside the door, mixed with some gongs and drums.

Because he was too focused, he didn't notice the faint groan of pain that came from his father's throat.

Under the quilt, Mu Wenyu's face twitched slightly and his eyelids trembled, as if he was trying to break free from the shackles of the drug and wake up, but it was in vain in the end.

Mu Jinrong slowly pulled out the dagger, which was stained with his father's blood. He gently let go and threw Mu Lianxue's dagger casually on the ground.

The blood was spreading rapidly at the foot of the bed, but because of the quilt covering it, no one noticed the blood hidden underneath.

Mu Jinrong even turned over the quilt to take a look, and confirmed that the tendons of his legs were completely severed before he relaxed and covered the quilt back.

The festive red color is perfect for my sister’s wedding day!

Mu Tangxi was helped out of the carriage by Ji Qichen. The bright red veil blocked her vision, so she could only lower her head and look at the road under her feet to avoid tripping over the steps.

She just wanted it to be over quickly; she didn't like the feeling of having her vision restricted.

But Ji Qichen seemed very patient. Even if there was a stone in front of her, he asked her to be careful, then turned around and told the servant to clean it up.

Mu Tangxi looked at the red silk in her hand and felt that it was of no use.

Shouldn't Ji Qichen hold one end and she hold the other and be led in?

Now Ji Qichen walked in directly holding the hand.

But that doesn't matter.

After Mu Jinrong finished everything, he stood there and suddenly didn't know what to do.

At this moment, my father's head and limbs suddenly moved.

He seemed to want to pull the quilt off his face, but he didn't have the energy to do it.

A short sound also came from the throat.

"Bow to heaven and earth!" Mu Tangxi and Ji Qichen turned around and bowed.

Mu Jinrong opened his eyes wide and quickly wiped his hand that had just held the dagger with a quilt.

After wiping off the remaining blood, Mu Jinrong ran out directly.

"Bows to my parents!" The emperor also came to the Third Prince's residence. After all, it was he who arranged the marriage, so he still came to take a look.

Mu Tangxi and Ji Qichen turned around and bowed to the emperor.

Mu Wenyu was sleeping without any awareness, but suddenly he felt a bone-chilling coldness on his heels. When he tried to struggle to wake up, he found that he couldn't wake up at all!

Finally, he opened his eyes, but still found that it was pitch black in front of him and something was pressing on his face.

Does this feel like a quilt?

He remembered that he had come to Xue Niang's room, how could this happen?

He tried to use his hands to lift the quilt off his face, but his hands wouldn't obey him.

Everything seemed like a dream, and in the dream Mu Wenyu also felt weak in his hands and feet.

Is this a dream?

Just when Mu Wenyu was about to believe that this was a dream, he suddenly noticed that the quilt at the end of the bed was rubbed a few times, and then he heard the footsteps of someone running away!

Mu Wenyu's eyes sharpened and he bit the tip of his tongue to sober up.

He controlled his hands and lifted the quilt, wanting to breathe in fresh air, but he smelled a strong smell of blood.

Mu Wenyu:!

He didn't feel any pain, that was...

Mu Wenyu looked at Xue Niang who was sleeping unconsciously on the side, her face was also covered with a quilt!

"Husband and wife bow to each other!" Mu Tangxi and Ji Qichen bowed to each other.

"Snow Lady, Snow Lady!"

Mu Wenyu stretched out his weak hands, lifted the quilt from Xue Niang's face, and called out to her.

But Xue Niang still did not respond.

Mu Wenyu checked Xue Niang's breath and then heaved a sigh of relief. As long as Xue Niang was still alive, he was glad.

"Someone! Someone! Come quickly!"

Mu Wenyu shouted.

But there was no servant or maid at the door to answer.

Mu Jinrong had already asked the servants in the woodshed to transfer the people here, and Mu Lianxue was also on the way here.

Mu Wenyu wanted to pick up Xue Niang and go out to find someone, but when he sat up with difficulty and moved his legs to get out of bed, he suddenly fell to the ground and couldn't stand up at all!

Mu Wenyu, who was lying on the ground, looked at his feet in surprise.

The heel was a bloody mess.

"Send her to the same room!"

A loud voice sounded, and the Third Prince's Mansion was filled with laughter and blessings.

Mu Wenyu screamed miserably, as if he just felt the excruciating pain!