"Ling'er..." Yan Mu couldn't accept it for a moment. He stared at Ning Luo in a daze and murmured: "But he was already dead when he was just born."

Ning Luo frowned. Although Yan Mu's words were sure that he had a twin brother, it was not difficult for her to know from his words that he had no idea about that person's affairs. It would not work to find Ling'er through him.

However, after so many things, she would not believe that the man died as soon as he was born. The palace has always been the darkest and dirty place in the world. Living people can become dead, and "dead people" can become living people.

Seeing that Yan Mu was still incredible at this time, Ning Luo said coldly: "Yan Mu, you still don't understand? He is not dead. He has been hiding in the dark. He just wants to see your wife and children being separated and your life is worse than death!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Mu's lips trembled. Looking back on the past fifteen years, he has lived in pain every day. Isn't it just that life is worse than death?

Thinking of this, a raging anger almost arose in his heart. He slowly clenched his fists. For the past fifteen years, he has lived like a walking corpse. It turned out that he was all thanks to a "dead person"! It's so good!

Since he should be a dead person, let him die again! He raised his eyes and looked at Ning Luo, reached out and held Ning Luo's wrist again, pulled forward, and hugged Ning Luo's waist with the other hand. He looked at Ning Luo's eyes and said, "Luoer, don't worry, I will definitely return all the sufferings that our whole family has suffered in the past fifteen years to him.

He also tastes the taste of life worse than death!”

Yan Mu has never been a rude man. So what if that person is his twin brother? If someone dares to hurt him, even killing him can no longer relieve his hatred!

"Let go!" After fifteen years of separation and hating him for fifteen years, Ning Luo was no longer used to Yan Mu's intimate actions. She reached out to push him, but when she thought of her stabbing him with a sword, the wound on his body should have not yet completely healed, she stopped.

"Don't let go! I will never let go again in my life." Yan Mu pressed his face to Ning Luo's chest, and his voice was filled with a hint of sob. For thousands of days and nights, he finally found his Luo'er. This time, no one could separate them except death.

Ning Luo's hand froze in the air. She lowered her eyes and looked at Yan Mu's head. Then she realized that a few silver threads had grown on Yan Mu's head at some point. The silver threads looked so dazzling in the ink. Ning Luo only felt a sourness in her eyes, as if she wanted to cry again.

She turned her face away and looked out the window. It's been fifteen years, can they go back? She doesn't know.

At this time, a rumbling sound came from a distance, and then the raindrops as big as beans fell. Ning Luo opened his mouth and said, "It's raining."

"Well, it's raining." Yan Mu then raised his head. He once again clearly saw Ning Luo's unrecognizable face from below. He swallowed it with difficulty and asked, "Luoer, does it still hurt?"

Ning Luo looked down at Yan Mu. At this moment, the man's beautiful eyes were covered with bloodshots, and there was a lot of heartache and pity. Ning Luo pursed his lips and couldn't help but soften his voice: "It didn't hurt anymore." Yan Mu did not say much better because Ning Luo's words. He suppressed the heart-wrenching pain in his heart and said: "Luoer, don't worry, no matter how much the price I paid, I will ask someone to find the miracle doctor and ask him to help you restore your appearance." Yan Mu had long heard that Emperor Chen offered a reward of 10,000 taels of gold to find the miracle doctor to help Hui Feihui

Regarding his appearance, at this moment, he thought that even if the miracle doctor asked him to take his entire Prince Mu's mansion, he would be willing to hand over his hand.

Given, as long as he can cure Ning Luo's face.

"You don't need to look for it deliberately." Ning Luo said, and then said, "The miracle doctor is Ling'er."

Rong Qianzhi had already told Ning Luo about her helping Concubine Hui with plastic surgery, but for this period of time, Ning Luo has been busy avenging her and has no time to ask Rong Qianzhi to help her with plastic surgery, so she delayed it.

Yan Mu was a little surprised. He didn't expect that his daughter would have such ability. Unconsciously, there was a smile between his eyebrows and eyes, and he felt much better. But when he thought that Ling'er was still in the hands of that person, his heart couldn't help but sink.

He is in the light, the man is in the dark, and the man is obviously targeting himself. He has been led by the nose by the man and is controlled everywhere. He must find a way to lure the man out.

He thought for a while and said, "Luoer, let's act in a play, how about it?"

...

The news that Yan Mu died of blood and blood soon reached Mo Ziran's ears. Mo Ziran smiled playfully, and he signaled the man wearing a hat beside him to open the gate of the courtyard. He raised his foot and walked into the courtyard.

At this time, it was raining heavily, and raindrops as big as beans kept dripping down and splashing huge splashes of water on the ground.

Rong Qianzhi was sitting on a bench at the door of a room. When she heard the sound of the door opening, she looked around and saw a man holding a black oil paper umbrella slowly walking towards her.

The man was wearing a wide black robe and a black hood on his head. The rain formed layers of rain curtains around him, but there was no drop of water on his body.

Looking at the man, Rong Qianzhi felt an inexplicable chill in her heart. She slowly stood up, thinking that he should be her father's twin brother.

Soon, Mo Ziran came under the eaves. He gracefully put away the umbrella, gracefully shook the rainwater on the umbrella, leaned the umbrella aside, and then he lifted his foot into the house.

Rong Qianzhi looked at the man with caution without saying a word.

"Zhizhi, now you should guess who I am. If you follow seniority, you should call me "Uncle Uncle." Mo Ziran looked at Rong Qianzhi with a very gentle voice.

"Are you my father's twin brother?" Rong Qianzhi asked. She felt that it was abnormal for the man to suddenly report to his house. She had no more sources of information. She could only judge what kind of person the man in front of her was by asking some nonsense.

"Yes." Mo Ziran admitted generously, but he didn't say much.

"Uncle Emperor!" Rong Qianzhi smiled and screamed, frowned, and asked, "Uncle Emperor, why have I never heard of you?"

"It's normal for you to never hear about me. There has always been an unwritten rule in the Northern Yan royal family. If you have twins, you can only stay one. Back then I was born a little later than your father, and I became the abandoned person pitifully."

"How could there be such stupid rules?" Rong Qianzhi said indignantly: "Uncle, you must have suffered a lot over the years."

"Well, that's right." Mo Ziran nodded: "But from today, I can show up in front of the world openly."

"Uncle Emperor, I don't understand what you said." Rong Qianzhi obviously felt something in the man's words.
Chapter completed!