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Chapter 5: Doesn't it hurt?

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    Although it was July, the water in the lotus pond was still bitingly cold. Pingyang only struggled a few times before he felt his whole body was completely cold, and his mouth couldn't help but tremble.

    "Hurry up and save people!"

    On the edge of the lotus pond, Mu Yun's clear voice came. Across the water, Pingyang saw a lot of people gathered on the shore, and many of them jumped into the lotus pond.  There is no evening cloud.

    There was a tingling pain in her heart, and her body seemed to be a little colder.

    She kept thumping, a lot of water poured into her mouth, she only felt her stomach swell, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and when she looked forward, she could no longer see clearly.

    After all, she still couldn't wait for Mu Yun to rescue her, and her body sank little by little.

    I don't know how long it took, and in a daze, her cold body seemed to be wrapped in a warm body, which led her to escape from the piercing pool water and swim to the shore.

    When she woke up, she heard Qingluan's cries, one after another, very desolate.

    "I'm not dead, why are you crying?" Ping Yang opened her eyes, just in time for a ray of light to shine on her face, giving off a glimmer of light.

    Qingluan was stunned for a moment, seeing that she was indeed awake, she cried even louder, faltering, "Your Highness, you scared the slaves to death" He almost hugged her and cried.

    Ping Yang looked up at the gleaming golden curtain hanging above her head, remembering that Mu Yun didn't jump into the lotus pond to save her the day she fell into the water, so she pulled the brocade quilt in her hand vigorously and covered her head.

    On the second day, she went straight to Taishi's Mansion, where Mu Yun was recovering from illness. He heard that he had contracted a cold and hadn't been to the Imperial Academy for several days.

    When Ping Yang rushed into Mu Yun's mansion, he had already put on a robe and stood waiting for her under the corridor, half of his face was bathed in the warm sunlight, "Your Highness Princess." He bowed to her.

    Ping Yang walked in front of him aggressively, his delicate face was full of anger, "As a subject, you saw your sovereign fell into the water, why didn't you sacrifice yourself and jump to rescue him?"

    Mu Yun knew that what she was talking about was that day when she accidentally fell into the lotus pond.

    "I know that I have committed a crime, and I would like to reduce my salary for one year to punish myself. I also hope that Her Highness the Princess will forgive my crime." There was still a hint of paleness on his gentle and jade-like face.

    Every time, he was like this in front of her, unhurried, courteous.

    Ping Yang stared closely at Mu Yun, who was much taller than her, this time the deer in her heart didn't jump wildly, only clusters of anger rising upwards.

    She looked beside Mu Yun, and saw that the maidservant standing in the corridor was holding an embroidery frame with a thin needle stuck in it.

    "You, come here!" She shouted at the maid.

    "yes."

    The maid trembled, and immediately walked in front of her with her head down.

    "Reducing salary is not enough, I have suffered, and you have to!"

    Ping Yang stretched out her hand and pulled out the embroidery needle on the stretcher, then she lowered her head and grabbed Mu Yun's hand, took the embroidery needle in her hand and stabbed one of Mu Yun's index fingers fiercely, a drop of blood quickly overflowed  , the maid who was still standing aside gasped.

    Mu Yun lowered her head and watched her do all this quietly. Apart from being clear and respectful, there was no pain in her pair of clear and bright eyes.

    Seeing that drop of bright red blood, Pingyang's heart also tugged, and most of the evil fire in his stomach was extinguished immediately.

    But when she looked up, there was no trace of pain on Mu Yun's face.

    "Does it hurt?"

    She frowned, and the evil fire in her stomach rose again, bubbling out.

    Mu Yun didn't return her, but only withdrew his hand.

    Failed to make Mu Yun suffer, Ping Yang threw the embroidery needle in his hand, and left his Taishi Mansion without looking back.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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