[Mo Feng Tongren] Bai Ling touches ink

In the middle of the night, the Grand General's Mansion was not as peaceful as it used to be. A broken stringed zither was thrown to the ground, and the whole room was filled with fear. Several servants and maidservants knelt in the center of the room, trembling.

"Who is it?" The general stood with his back to everyone, his hands behind his back, his majestic voice said with a tinge of ruthlessness, "Today, you all saw a spectacle. Unexpectedly, Nongyu played a song with this piano, and I There are hundreds of birds gathering on the Sparrow Pavilion. Moya, don’t you find it strange?”

"It is indeed a miracle that a piece of music attracts a hundred birds." Mo Ya replied respectfully as if he was not intimidated by this coercion.

An eagle's cry pierced the momentary silence, and saw a falcon flying in from the window, and landed firmly on Ji Wuye's arm. Ji Wuye looked at the falcon that sat on his arm obediently, and said: " I have raised this eagle for three years, and it has been loyal to hunting. It has never returned empty-handed." He turned around, looked around the servant kneeling on the ground with a gloomy look, "any pheasant, hare, or squirrel can be caught. At least, once, I actually caught a little tiger back for me, hahaha. Black Crow, my eagle, isn’t it bad?”

Mo Crow answered calmly: "It is indeed a good eagle."

"But, there is something that makes me very sad. Did you hear my little oriole singing today?" Ji Wuye took two steps down, and everyone was dripping with cold sweat. He said coldly: "I didn't hear it." Are you there? Because my little yellow warbler is gone. The cage was thrown to the ground, and Cha Cha, the cage is right next to the eagle's nest. You say, who stole my little yellow warbler? Black Crow, who do you think?"

"General, I don't think anyone has the guts. It must have been blown down by the strong wind." Mo Crow looked at Ji Wuye seriously, with clear words, and answered his cold gaze without dodging.

Ji Wuye turned his attention to Falcon and asked, "Is it windy? Don't you think my Falcon ate the little yellow warbler?"

"That's unlikely. Your Falcon is so sensible that he would never do something like this. If you want to do it, why wait for three years?"

A trace of coldness flashed in Ji Wuye's eyes, he glanced at the young man standing calmly, he suddenly laughed, and said: "It makes sense, but the eagle dare not, it is not human." On the falcon's neck, he pinched it hard, and it was buried in his hands in an instant. He patted the falcon's down feathers in his hand, and said, "It's a pity that such a good falcon died because of ineffective supervision."

The servants kneeling in the center were even more startled, they all looked trembling, Ji Wuye only waved his hand, and the guards around dragged them all down.

When Mo Ya retreated from Ji Wuye's room, his ears still seemed to be filled with the frightened begging for mercy of those people before they died. After so many years, he has been by Ji Wuye's side, and he understands that the scene tonight warning him.He also understood that Ji Wuye would never tolerate anyone disobeying him, so when Baifeng gave the Qin to Nongyu, there was only one fate for that child.

Mo Crow frowned deeply, and the irritability he had never felt before surfaced in his heart. At this moment, he needed to calm down. As he thought about it, he used lightness kung fu and stopped on a tree after a few ups and downs.Standing on tiptoe at the top of the tree, he lowered his head slightly, and saw the young man in white lying leisurely on the branch with his eyes closed to rest. The moonlight was shining on his long eyelashes, and his irritability suddenly disappeared.With a thought in his mind, a feather as thick as ink fell quietly, and floated impartially on the young man's pale lips, like a dragonfly on water.

Bai Feng opened his eyes, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, his eyes were full of tiny moonlight, he reached out to take down the feather, and glanced at the young man in black questioningly.Mo Ya couldn't help but smile, not like the usual evil jokes, but a very cheerful and genuine smile, and asked, "Aren't you sleeping so late?"

Bai Feng looked at Mo Crow, who was smiling happily. He was standing on the top of a tree against the moonlight. His long hair was blown by the breeze, and the strands were floating in the air, like the hazy mist in the morning. He couldn't help being stunned for a moment.Bai Feng who came back to his senses after hearing the voice was secretly annoyed, "Didn't you sleep too?"

Mo Ya raised his eyebrows and said, "The general broke the piano tonight." He paused for a moment, glanced at Bai Feng inexplicably, and said another irrelevant matter, "Tomorrow, the Que Pavilion will have a new servant. .”

Bai Feng's heart moved, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes very quickly. He never thought that it was just a qin that would attract Ji Wuye's killing.

"If Ji Wuye wanted to kill Nongyu, what would you do?" Mo Ya asked in a nonchalant manner as before.

"Save her." Bai Feng replied without hesitation, staring seriously at Mo Crow's eyes, and said word by word, "I will save her."

"Oh?" Mo Crow leaned closer to the boy, and looked at him, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth again. Slowly, his lips gradually approached Bai Feng's ear, and the hot and humid breath lingered on his neck. , with a soft and ambiguous voice: "Do you like this girl?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Bai Feng pushed away the face that was almost stuck to the ear on the neck, her delicate face was annoyed by being teased, her cheeks were slightly red, she stopped talking to Mo Crow, got up and said Fleeing into the night.Only Bai Feng knew that it was not because of this problem that he ran away almost in embarrassment.It is true that he is willing to save Nongyu, but that has nothing to do with liking, maybe he just feels pity for this zither sound and doesn't want it to disappear in the world, maybe he just doesn't want to be bound by fate like this.

What was really indignant in his heart, and what made him embarrassed, was that the young man who made him grit his teeth always teased him ambiguously but mercilessly in such an intimate way.If there is no such intention, why so provocative?If so, why is it so... so close?

The black crow leaned on the branch, the playful smile on his face gradually disappeared, and he pulled out a self-deprecating arc, he really liked her.The boy's expression before he left is still in front of his eyes, a bit embarrassed and a bit dodged.He thought of the mission Ji Wuye had given him, and the questions he had asked himself a few days ago, and he already had the answer in his heart.

The author has something to say: I'm still adding to the play privately, I hope it's not ooc......