"Calm down, calm down." Dongfang Jianyu said, "Want to know? Ask her!" After saying that, he waved away Mu Senyu's hand and looked towards the arena.
Mu Senyu was left sitting on the seat blankly, his pupils unfocused, staring blankly at one place. What came to mind was Dongfang Jianyu's words——
"Tsk, tsk, you're so careless. Fortunately, this girl almost destroyed her right hand when she heard about your marriage! I haven't even thought about this question. How can you do that?"
Right hand? Ruined! Rousha!
Mu Senyu muttered these two words blankly and did not come back to his senses.
It just so happened that the game ended at this time.
There was no suspense about the outcome of the game. Just as Beiling thought, Dongfang won this game the next morning.
In this way, Nanshu Dynasty and Poquan Dynasty each scored one point in this game, taking the lead temporarily.
In this way, after the two games are over, today's event will officially end.
There are many stars in the blue night sky, densely packed together. The sky is very high and very bright. Today, there is no moonlight, and the stars have become the protagonists.
"I haven't seen such a beautiful moonlight for a long time." Lying on the soft couch in the courtyard, Yu Rousha sighed.
"Shasha, Shasha, it stands to reason that your piano skills are much better than Yumo Li's, why is she on the stage? That woman stole the show today!" Zhuang Moran expressed his dissatisfaction with this.
Yu Rousha's expression changed slightly when she heard this, then she smiled and raised her right hand, "Yu Moli's piano skills are as good as mine. The only reason why she won is because she plays the flute instead of the lyre."
"What's wrong with you today? One of you didn't play, and the other used Xiao, which he has never used before. Do you want to challenge the limit, or do you not take this game too seriously?"
"You are the one who doesn't take the competition seriously, right?" Beiling took a sip of tea and continued, "You clearly know that your painting skills are the worst, but you still signed up for this painting competition. You are
Do you want to be chased and beaten by Mu Shengtian or chased and scolded by Mu Liuyun tomorrow, or would you rather have a taste of male-male doubles?" Beiling said sarcastically.
"Hey, hey, hey, Feather, I don't like hearing what you are saying! What do you mean the worst painting skills! You..." Zhuang Moran shouted loudly to express his dissatisfaction.
"Did I make a mistake?" Bei Ling glanced at Zhuang Moran and asked.
"..." At this moment, Zhuang Moran was speechless.
Okay, her painting skills are terrible, but that’s just terrible compared to you, okay? Compared to ordinary people, she’s still impressive, okay!
Zhuang Moran was dissatisfied and cursed in his stomach.
"Dyeingfang, you have chosen what you are least good at, so why are you embarrassed to talk about Feather and me?" Rousha smiled softly, and although her words were not harmful, they at least gave Mo Ran a blow.
"Okay, you win. I can't beat you." Mo Ran curled his lips and walked aside to play by himself.
Beiling smiled when she saw Mo Ran's angry face and didn't say anything more.
When the three of them wanted to chat for a while, Yao Qianzhu appeared at the right time.
"Thirteen, sleep." Yao Qianzhu called out from inside the house.
Bei Ling suddenly had the urge not to get to know him. However, he acted a second faster than he realized. He said good night to Yu Rousha and Zhuang Moran and walked towards the room.
Yu Rousha and Zhuang Moran were left looking at each other.
What is the situation?
Living together?!
Well, the reality is too cruel and they can't accept it for the time being.
However, since one of the three of them has gone back to sleep, there is no point in staying any longer for the remaining two. Mo Ran and Rousha said good night to each other and left to go back to the palace.
Mu Senyu's room.
He sat alone at his desk, recalling what Dongfang Jianyu said to him during the day. The moment he heard that Rousha's right hand was disabled, he wanted to, really wanted to rush over.
However, I finally endured it.
I wanted to ask her in the evening, but I stopped when I arrived at Rousha's door. He, what identity did he use? What identity did he use to ask her?
He has already married a wife, so it is impossible for him to take another wife, and Rousha will not agree to be a concubine. What does it look like for the head of the Yu Family to be a concubine!
The family motto of the Mu family is to be a couple for life. No matter whether you can only live in one house in this life, you must never take a concubine or divorce your wife and remarry. This is a family rule passed down from generation to generation and cannot be broken.
Mu Senyu felt a deep sense of powerlessness, and his heart was really tired.
So tired...
When Yu Rousha returned to the room, the smile on her face suddenly faded away. It seemed that the smile just now was all fake and was deliberately performed to show Zhuang Moran and Beiling.
But, this is indeed true.
"Why are you pretending when you don't want to laugh?"
Rousha was startled and stretched out her hand, and the dark room suddenly became brighter. Then she saw a man drinking tea calmly and looking at Yu Rousha.
"Dyeing, dyeing workshop?" Yu Rousha asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"
"Well, how should I answer this question?" Zhuang Moran frowned and pretended to think, then he clapped his hands and suddenly realized, "Oh! Let's see you..."
"Look at me?"
"Well,...'s right hand." Zhuang Moran's words made Rousha startled, and she subconsciously hid her right hand behind her back.
"Hey, don't be so fast, let me take a good look." When he said this, Zhuang Moran had already appeared behind Rousha and quickly picked up Rousha's right arm.
Rousha's eyes widened and she couldn't believe that Zhuang Moran was so fast.
"Dye, dye house..." Her right hand was suppressed, and Yu Rousha had no strength to resist.
Zhuang Moran smiled at Yu Rousha, stretched out his hand to lift up Yu Rousha's sleeves, and saw that her right arm was full of scars. These scars were crisscrossed on Yu Rousha's arms, and the longest scar actually came from
From the collarbone to the middle finger of his right hand! The hideous scar deeply irritated Zhuang Moran’s eyes.
Yu Rousha resigned her eyes and closed her eyes, not daring to look at Zhuang Moran's expression.
"This, when did this happen?" Zhuang Moran couldn't believe it. So, so many scars almost covered the entire right arm, and it was impossible to see where the flesh was intact. He put down Yurou in a daze.
She felt dizzy with her right arm, holding on to the door frame, rubbing her temple with her right hand, and then she felt better.
"It's a small thing." Yu Rousha smiled indifferently, "It's okay. It's really okay."
"So, is this the reason why you didn't participate in the competition? Yu Rousha!" Zhuang Moran said and then shouted out Yu Rousha's name.
"So, the hand is useless?" He asked so uncertainly. However, the fact was already clear to him.
Yu Rousha remained silent and did not answer.
Her silence convinced Mo Ran of his suspicion.
"Feather is right, you do have something to hide from us." Zhuang Moran looked at Yu Rousha sadly, and couldn't believe that Rousha, who relied on them the most, would also hide something from them, and it was still such a big thing.
!
"Yu, Feather, does she know it too?" Yu Rousha asked in a low voice.
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Chapter completed!