Pathological Trapping - Chap 103
Mu Jian was responsible for contacting the Yi people in the capital and arranging the killing plan, while Liu Yong was responsible for turning the tables.
　　After faking death.
　　For the general, it can relax the barbarians’ vigilance and also remove the barbarian forces in the capital.
　　For Yu Mujian, whether the general’s death was fake or real, as long as it was news of his death, it would be enough to deter those who opposed his ascension to the throne.
　　Mu Jian took credit, “I went through so much trouble to come here, all for Guard Li.”
　　Before Li Dezhuang could reveal anything.
　　Mu Jian sighed.
　　”But you want to kill me for others and ignore me. I’m really unhappy.”
　　Li Dezhuang knew he was in the wrong, so he slowly pulled his hand back. He didn’t have the confidence to speak.
　　”How would I know you guys are so good at playing games? You use one trick after another to keep everyone in the dark.”
　　Mu Jian sighed again, as if in distress.
　　”You are so… serious. You don’t believe me at all.”
　　He touched Li Dezhuang’s face lovingly, with a trace of pain in his eyes, “How else do you want me to love you?”
　　Liu Yong was secretly moved out of the teahouse and placed in a secret room in the palace.
　　The poisoned wine he drank was replaced with a different medicine. For the sake of authenticity, it is poisonous but not fatal. It needs to be taken good care of so that the poison can be excreted slowly.
　　Accompanied by Mu Jian, Li Dezhuang walked slowly down the stairs. Before he saw Liu Yong, he heard him cursing.
　　”This medicine is so damn bitter!”
　　The voice is full of energy.
　　It sounds like everything is alright.
　　Li Dezhuang was eager to go on.
　　Mu Jian grabbed his wrist. Li Dezhuang turned around and saw his bad face. It was smelly and a little impatient.
　　”You suspected I was lying to you, but now that you’ve heard the sound, it’s okay. What else are you going to do down there? Are you going to hug me and cry?”
　　”I’m not a woman, why would I cry in your arms?”
　　Mu Jian snorted, “It was you who cried for him just now, wasn’t it you?”
　　Mu Jian took a step closer, gritting his teeth.
　　”If he didn’t have a son, he would still be thinking about his deceased wife. I really can’t tolerate him!”
　　Li Dezhuang: “I just want to see if he’s okay!”
　　Mu Jian frowned in annoyance.
　　Li Dezhuang pulled his hand back, ignoring how smoothly it was done this time.
　　Through the crack in the door, he secretly glanced at Liu Yong, whose facial features were distorted by the bitter medicine, and finally he breathed a sigh of relief.
　　When he turned around, he saw Mu Jian leaning against the wall with a pale face.
　　He raised his eyes pretentiously.
　　He forced a smile.
　　”I feel a little uncomfortable, Guard Li.”
　　Chapter 80: Guard Li is partial to one person and not to another. Why doesn’t he hug me?
　　Mu Jian was carried back by Li Dezhuang.
　　Li Dezhuang only had a bruise on his head, so he would be fine if he rested well. But Mu Jian’s stab was deep and heavy, and the injury was already serious. After returning, he was busy taking care of Li Dezhuang.
　　Whenever Li Dezhuang cried out in pain in his dream, he would hug the person and pat his back to comfort him gently.
　　He couldn’t hold on any longer. Not only did his wound split, but he also developed a high fever, his entire body was red. His brows were furrowed. The imperial physician was staying next door.
　　Mu Jian’s illness.
　　There were too many people coming in and out, and Li Dezhuang had to be cautious. He could only watch from a distance and accompany the child when no one was around. Most of the time, he went to Liu Zhuangshi’s place to look after the child.
　　The child didn’t know what Liu Yong and Mu Jian were planning.
　　Mu Jian had not told him before, and he certainly would not tell the child.
　　Liu Zhuang was the only one injured in the whole world.
　　Li Dezhuang felt sorry for him, so he gritted his teeth and said nothing, staying with the child.
　　Therefore, when Mu Jian woke up, Li Dezhuang was not around, and the maid told Mu Jian that Li Dezhuang was with General Liu. Mu Jian’s face turned black at that moment.
　　He ignored the doctor’s advice, threw back the quilt and jumped down.
　　When I pushed open the door of the small room, I saw Li Dezhuang lying in front of Liu Zhuangshi’s bed, asleep from exhaustion.
　　Mu Jian was so angry that he had a heart attack, and he hurriedly took two steps forward. He didn’t feel any pain when he pulled the wound.
　　The moment he squatted down and his eyes met the dark circles under Li Dezhuang’s eyes, all his movements slowed down.
　　He didn’t like Li Dezhuang guarding and watching others like this.
　　He wanted to wake the man up and have him look at him, but he couldn’t bear to do so. He could only carefully hold the man in his arms.
　　She took him away quietly, put him back on her couch, hugged him and pecked his lips.
　　He said in a low voice: “That boy has his father, but I only have you.”
　　When Li Dezhuang woke up, Mu Jian was still burning with fever.
　　Li Dezhuang touched his forehead with his hand, and the temperature subsided a lot.
　　He was about to quietly get out of bed, but just as he was about to stand up, he was hugged into someone’s arms. Mu Jian’s voice was in his ears, low and deep, with the damp heat of illness.
　　”Don’t move. Let me hold you for a while.”
　　Li Dezhuang didn’t move.
　　After a while, Mu Jian whispered in his ear, “We have to send Liu Zhuangshi back to help with the coffin today.”
　　Li Dezhuang understands the principle of performing a play in its entirety.
　　Nodded.
　　Mu Jian added: “In the next few days, you will be in the mansion. I will tell everyone that I have locked you up. We are quarreling. Let others think that we have broken up.”
　　”Um.”
　　The sound in my ears disappeared.
　　There’s probably nothing else to ask of you.
　　Just when Li Dezhuang was about to break free from Mu Jian’s hand to pour him a glass of water, Mu Jian suddenly said something out of the blue.
　　”Do you know that Liu Yong hates me so much, but he is still willing to cooperate with me?”
　　Li Dezhuang didn’t say anything.
　　”Because I gave him what he wanted most.”
　　Thirteen Prefectures of Youyun.
　　”But what about you? What do you want most? Can you tell me? I’ll give it to you and you’ll love me, okay?”
　　Like a fishbone stuck in the throat.
