"What are you doing back here?"

Nan Muchen got off the bed and put on his clothes. Before Su Mumu, who had just opened the door and walked in, could stand still, he coldly said something harsh.

"What, you don't want to see me? Then I'll go."

Knowing that Nan Muchen was still angry, Su Mumu turned around and left.

He had the intention to call Su Mumu, but he felt like a superfluous person, annoying people wherever he went. Nan Muchen sighed and swallowed his words to greet Su Mumu back alive.

Standing at the window with his face turning blue and white, his eyes were distracted by the jasmine flowers placed on the windowsill.

"ah!"

He came to the window with a cat's waist, jumped up suddenly and shouted. Nan Muchen, who was standing in front of the window, was so frightened that he took a few steps back and almost fell to the ground.

Looking at Su Mumu with a bright smile on his face, Nan Muchen, who stood firm, snorted angrily and refused to pay attention to Su Mumu, who was holding her hands on the window sill, unable to climb up.

"Do you need help?"

After eating a full meal, Ji Ying coaxed Ji Feng and Ji Yu to sleep, and finally breathed a sigh of relief after being exhausted. Ji Ying, who couldn't sleep, quietly walked out of the room. He saw Su Mumu clinging to the window sill and jumping up and down, and hurriedly came closer to ask.

"She doesn't need your help."

Nan Muchen, who was inside the window, heard the commotion and saw Ji Ying, who was about the same height as himself, coming to help Su Mumu onto the window sill, and hurriedly shouted to stop him.

"Is it a manly thing for you to treat a girl like this?"

Ji Ying ignored Nan Muchen's warning, stepped forward, picked up Su Mumu, put it on the windowsill, and said.

"Miss Mumu, why don't you leave the door open and climb through the window instead?"

Seeing Nan Muchen deflated, Su Mumu's bad taste immediately aroused. Sitting on the window sill and kicking her calves, Su Mumu came back with a milky voice.

"Prince Ding was angry and wouldn't allow me to enter the house, so I had to climb through the window."

After Su Mumu finished speaking, Ji Ying, who had always loved his sister the most, looked at Su Mumu, who was about the same size as Ji Yu, and looked like he was sweating profusely from exerting himself. He raised his head and glanced at Nan Muchen with great disdain.

Sensing Ji Ying's contemptuous gaze, Nan Muchen, who had already been offended, immediately became angry and rushed out without explanation to fight with Ji Ying.

The anger that had been accumulated in his chest for many days finally found an outlet. Nan Muchen used fists and kicks without mercy. Running around and running for his life, he struggled on the verge of death every day. His nerves were so tense that they were about to break at any time, and he was able to vent his anger.

He even fought back like crazy.

Two kids of about the same height were fighting each other, evenly matched, and had a hearty fight.

Several attendants in the side room heard the commotion and lay on the window sill to look at the scenery. No one came out to start a fight. Even Chang Zhihai, who usually cared a lot about Nan Muchen, just watched the battle with his arms folded and did not step forward to stop him in the slightest.

Su Mumu and Wu Ma stood aside and were worried, watching the two of them being beaten until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, but there was nothing they could do.

After shaking until the end, the two of them fell to the ground without any strength and lay there panting for a long time. Suddenly, they burst into hearty laughter. On the contrary, Su Mumu, who was on the side trying to break up the fight, was startled.

"You two lunatics!" Su Mumu stood between the two of them, giving each other a kick. "Get up quickly, be careful, the old man is coming. You two are good-looking..."

After all, Ji Ying has gained tenacity over the years, so he climbed up, bent down and extended his hand to Nan Muchen.

Nan Muchen didn't mind either. He took Ji Ying's hand and stood up from the ground. They bounced the ashes off their bodies and went back to the house separately.

Seeing that there was not much excitement to be seen, several of the entourage dispersed in a hurry. Chang Zhihai also took the jug and went to sell wine.

"What are you crazy about?"

While carefully cleaning Nan Muchen's wounds and applying ointment, Su Mumu scolded her.

"Why do you look like Wu Ma? Are you annoyed?"

Nan Muchen's words made Su Mumu stunned for a moment. After realizing what he said, Su Mumu couldn't help but laugh.

"It's all to make you angry."

After treating Nan Muchen's wounds and making sure that there were no injuries, Su Mumu called the little girl to take out the basin and other items.

"Why don't you see Wu Ma?"

Nan Muchen was used to Wu Ma's nagging, but suddenly there was no nagging person, so Nan Muchen felt a little uncomfortable.

"I must have gone to treat Jiying's wounds."

It was expected that this was indeed the case. Nan Muchen sat quietly in front of the window without making a sound.

The weather was fine and the breeze was gentle. Nan Muchen, who was looking out the window, suddenly made a suggestion.

"Mumu, the weather is nice today, but it's a pity that it's a little late. Otherwise, let's go and release Xiao Cui early in the morning."

Su Mumu was confused by what Nan Muchen said, so she asked a question.

"What Xiaocui?"

Nan Muchen suddenly turned around and looked at Su Mumu in surprise.

"Why did you forget so quickly? Didn't we agree to release the green bamboo leaves into the wild?"

As soon as Nan Muchen spoke, Su Mumu frowned.

"It's broken. Could it be that Ji Ying injured his brain?"

As Su Mumu spoke, she came to Nan Muchen and stretched out a finger to ask.

"How much is this?"

Nan Muchen couldn't help but hold Su Mumu's hand, put it in his mouth and bit it lightly.

"I'm not a fool, what are you making a fuss about?"

Maybe Nan Muchen deliberately pretended to be confused to amuse himself? Su Mumu thought about it and asked again.

"Nan Muchen, you haven't really forgotten that we have released Xiao Cui, right?"

This question made Nan Muchen look confused.

"Why didn't I know when it happened?"

Could it be selective amnesia?

Su Mumu stretched out her hand and snapped her fingers in front of Nan Muchen, trying to recall Nan Muchen's memory. Suddenly Nan Muchen held her head and slid from the chair to the ground.

"Nan Muchen, what's wrong with you?"

Nervously, he grabbed Nan Muchen's wrist to check for a pulse, but Nan Muchen shook his hand and broke free. He rolled to the ground, and Nan Muchen's forehead was suddenly so painful that he sweated.

After discussing the matter with General Li, Mrs. Su, who was entering the courtyard to visit Nan Muchen, heard the noise and hurriedly opened the door and walked in.

"Mumu, what happened to Prince Ding?"

He bent down several times and tried to pull Nan Muchen up, who was rolling on the ground. But Nan Muchen struggled to break free, and Mrs. Su couldn't use brute force.

Seeing that the situation was getting worse, Su Mumu found the silver needle placed on the bookshelf, came to Nan Muchen, found the right acupuncture point, and stabbed it in.

Nan Muchen, who was still rolling, gradually calmed down, and the hand covering his head gradually loosened.

Pulling out the silver needle, she comforted Nan Muchen and helped her sit up from the ground. Su Mumu greeted her with concern.

"Nan Muchen, what do you think?"

Still with a confused look on his face, Nan Muchen stared blankly ahead.

Mr. Su waited until Nan Muchen was quiet, then picked Nan Muchen up from the ground and gently placed him on the bed.
Chapter completed!