But even if Mu Shengyun saw such a magical scene with his own eyes, he still had a different idea from Du Weizhen, he just felt that if Du Yueyan took the fake death medicine, it would be impossible not to reveal it to anyone before taking it, otherwise if no one knew that she had taken the fake death medicine to have this situation, thinking that she was really dead, would it be different if she didn't eat it?

In addition, Du Yueyan jumped down from the huge city wall in front of the armies of the two countries, so tragic in front of so many people, the blood stained Meng Fusheng's clothes red, is it really possible to fake his death? Or in other words, can you really survive jumping from such a high place? Especially Du Yueyan is still a powerless woman.

At that time, on the night when Du Yueyan was brought back, Mu Shengyun originally wanted to tell Meng Fusheng, but seeing the happy looks of him and Du Weizhen, he felt that it was too cruel to pour a basin of cold water on them now, and thought about waiting for tomorrow. So the next day, Mu Shengyun found Meng Fusheng and told him his thoughts.

Meng Fusheng knew that Senior Brother Shengyun must be much more rational than himself, after all, Yan'er's involvement with him was far less profound than his, so it was understandable that he could still think so rationally. It's just that he didn't want to think so, so Meng Fusheng still said: "Senior Brother Shengyun, don't think about this matter now, no matter what, let's wait for Yan'er to wake up." ”

Mu Shengyun could only sigh when he saw him like this, and swallowed back the sentence "The princess may never wake up".

Since the death of Mr. Changfeng, Mu Shengyun has always regarded the youngest Meng Fusheng and the entire Liuyun Villa as his unshirkable responsibility, and they are placed on both sides of the scale, and neither is lighter than the other. Although Meng Fusheng insisted on waiting for Du Yueyan to wake up, and he felt that this time was far away, he couldn't waste time here, Liuyun Villa could develop normally in a short time, but after a long time, it was inevitable that something would happen, and he had to go back, but he couldn't let go of Meng Fusheng.

So he thought about it, it was better to bring Meng Fusheng back.

So he found Du Weizhen.

As an emperor, Du Weizhen's responsibilities are heavier than Mu Shengyun's, and he will definitely not be able to stay here for too long, so he is thinking about bringing Yan'er back for a while. But before he could make a decision, Mu Shengyun took the initiative to offer: "I want to bring Fusheng and the princess back to Liuyun Villa." ”

Du Weizhen frowned and wanted to refuse, "It's better for Yan'er to follow me back." ”

Mu Shengyun Xiaozhi reasoned with emotion, "Although the situation in the imperial court is stable now, it is easy to be chaotic when there are many people, and it is not suitable for the recovery of the princess." Although Liuyun Villa is not a treasure of feng shui, but the environment is suitable, and the floating life will definitely not let the princess suffer any grievances, and there is also time to take care of the princess all day, think it should be better than going back to the palace, what do you think? ”

Du Weizhen's expression was a little loose, but he still didn't let go.

Mu Shengyun made persistent efforts: "If you don't feel at ease, you can send some people to follow." If you are not satisfied with anything, you can always take the princess back. ”

Du Weizhen was silent for a while, and Mu Shengyun didn't urge him, after all, this is not a trivial matter, in Du Weizhen's opinion, the royal sister who has been "dead" for three months has come back from the dead, and she will be sent away without seeing each other, this kind of psychological burden is not ordinarily heavy, but Mu Shengyun's words are really very reasonable, and it is worth thinking about carefully. Especially the case of the impostor, it was because she was mixed into the palace that Yan'er embarked on the road of jumping off the building. Du Weizhen didn't want to encounter such a thing again, it would make his heart ache. So he finally agreed.

Mu Shengyun naturally felt happy, after convincing Du Weizhen, it was easier for Meng Fusheng, as soon as he heard that he was going back with the princess, he agreed without saying a word, so they finally set foot on the way back.

It's just that Du Weizhen didn't choose to send someone to follow Mu Shengyun and them back to Liuyun Villa, but chose to send them over in person, so he did his part as the emperor's brother, until he personally sent them to Du Weizhen of Liuyun Villa, and then left a few guards who he personally selected with excellent skills, and then returned to the imperial city with worry.

There were a bunch of things piled up in the imperial city, and Du Weizhen couldn't sleep for several nights before he could finish them.

After returning to Liuyun Villa, Meng Fusheng first made amends with the senior brothers, and then accompanied Du Yueyan almost day and night, handling everything personally, without pretending to be someone else's hand.

During the period, a great joy also happened in Liuyun Villa, Zhou Wanyi gave birth to a healthy baby boy, and the loud cry lingered in the upper hand of Liuyun Villa, washing away the gloomy atmosphere that had been condensed for a long time, and bringing new life to the brightness. Mu Shengyun was even more happy, and sealed a big red envelope for everyone up and down the villa.

In the past few days, everyone has a smile on their faces, even Meng Fusheng, who has been depressed for a long time because he has been worried about Du Yueyan, can't help but smile, especially when he sees that little soft and cute life, he only feels that his heart is soft, and he can't help but imagine, if he and Yan'er also have a child, will it be so cute?

Returning from Mu Shengyun's courtyard to his quiet courtyard, Meng Fusheng suddenly felt a strong psychological gap, Senior Brother Shengyun's laughter continued, his gentle and lovely wife, lively and lovely son, and his Yan'er still didn't wake up.

"Yan'er." Meng Fusheng sat at the head of the bed, held Du Yueyan's hand, rubbed his face, and only felt a sour feeling in his heart, "When will you wake up?" He almost counted the days, day by day, and every day before he went to bed, he had the good hope that Yan'er would wake up tomorrow, but it was all disappointed the next day.

On the tenth day, when Du Yueyan still hadn't woken up, Meng Fusheng finally couldn't help it. At first, he thought that if he brought Yan'er back to take good care of her, he would wake up in a short time, and he could see a sweet and gentle smile on that face, but it had been ten days, and there was no movement at all.

Except for having the same body temperature and a steady beating pulse as a normal person, it is no different from an ordinary corpse in other aspects.

He couldn't help but wonder if that man had done something to Yan'er? He didn't want to think about it that way, after all, after such a long dream, it would take courage to accept its shattering. But he was afraid that the longer he waited, the worse things would become.