One hundred and eight strokes of body promise

When Mo Lengqing returned to his room, he saw someone lying on his bed.Standing on all fours, sleeping in a bold and unrestrained posture.

Mo Lengqing remained expressionless, sitting aside calmly drinking water and waiting for the person on the bed to wake up.

"Qingqing..." Mo Lengqing picked up the cup in his hand and the person on the bed woke up. Although his cheeks were very red, there was no trace of drunkenness in his eyes.

"Master." Mo Lengqing stood up and handed the water to the person on the bed: "Why do you drink so much wine, you are not drunk."

Mo Jun blinked, hiccupped indecently, and smiled at Mo Lengqing: "But I don't drink, so I dare not come."

"I don't drink water, I just want the smell of alcohol. I'll fume him later." Mo Jun waved his hand, refusing to accept the water Mo Lengqing handed over.

"If you want to plead with the master, it's better not to toss like this." Mo Lengqing handed the water to Mo Jun again.

"Begging?" Mo Jun sat up cross-legged on the bed, pointed at himself, and widened his eyes: "Who said I'm going to ask him to beg for mercy?"

"Aren't you coming to intercede?" Mo Lengqing's rare face showed a trace of confusion.

"Tch." Mo Jun let out a sneer: "Why should I come to intercede? If the prince is dead, I'll just go with him. I can still afford this price."

"Five years ago, the prince died and I didn't die. It was because I was guilty, and I had to live and suffer. But this time, I owe nothing, and I can accompany him in a fair manner. At that time, the prince and I will be in the underworld. Be a couple of immortals." Mo Jun stroked his chin and nodded, thinking that this was a good ending.

Mo Leng was quiet for a moment, then took a look at Mo Jun: "The gods and couples are in the sky."

"Oh... Then the prince and I will be a couple." Obviously, Mo Jun's cold correction did not hurt Mo Jun.

All right, all right, you're right.Mo Lengqing has been staying with Mo Jun for the past few years, and he has already understood Mo Jun's reasoning—that is, it is unreasonable.So don't argue with him.Turned to another question.

"Then you come to Mo Mansion now..."

"Qingqing..." Mo Jun stared at Mo Lengqing eagerly.

Mo Lengqing: "..."

It always feels like something big is going to happen.

"Sing a song for me." After finishing speaking, Mo Jun closed his eyes and hummed softly: "The willows are green and the flowers are blooming. The drizzle is drizzle, and the mist is clear. A green umbrella covers the face Come, it turned out that Mr. Lang came around the street."

Mo Jun sang the low and melodious tune softly.The expression on the face is soft, as if indulging in a certain gentle time in the past.

Mo Lengqing naturally remembered this song, it was a song that Mrs. Mo used to hum to Mo Jun to lull him to sleep when Mrs. Mo was still there.Back then, because they were about the same age as Mo Jun, the two often played around together.

Mrs. Mo has always acted in a low-key manner, virtuous and kind, and treats her servants even more kindly and kindly.Mo Lengqing's mother died very young, and Mrs. Mo treated him like her own child, and because he was about the same age as Mo Jun, the two often played together.Mo Jun, who was two years younger than him, followed behind him without any hesitation, calling his brother Qingqing affectionately.

In Mo Lengqing's heart, Mrs. Mo had already become his other mother.And Mo Jun, Mo Lengqing has always regarded him as his own brother.

But five years ago, he...

However, he performed a play together with his master, fooled Mo Jun, tricked him into thinking that his mother was still alive.

And the purpose is just to make Mo Jun kill the person he loves with his own hands.

When he heard this song again, Mo Lengqing felt a little sore in his eyes for a moment, and the tears shed did not know whether it was the nostalgia for Mrs. Mo or the guilt for deceiving Mo Jun back then: "Master..."

On the other side, Mo Jun had slowly opened his eyes, smiled slightly at Mo Lengqing, and said softly: "Qingqing, let's sing. This may be the last time I will listen."

The soft and pleasant singing sounded again, but the difference was that there was a faint sob in the singing...

Mo Jun turned around and left the house, walked round and round in the winding corridors of the mansion with his hands behind his back, until it was dark, before stopping outside a room.

That is the study.

Mo Jun pushed the door and went in, and as expected, he saw the person he wanted to meet in the room.

But the people inside the room clearly heard the sound, but they didn't even bother to raise their heads, they just said plainly: "Your Excellency may have gone to the wrong room."

Mo Jun laughed, stepped across the threshold with his hands behind his back, walked in carelessly with his sleeves swayed, and stood up straight in front of the person holding a book in front of the table: "You didn't go wrong, old man. I'm looking for you."

The smell of alcohol on Mo Jun's body was quickly caught by Mo De. Mo De frowned, and then covered his nose with a book: "I have nothing to say with Your Excellency, please go back."

After speaking, he made a gesture of please leave.

"Old man, you don't have to drive me away. I'm here to ask you three questions, and I'll leave after I'm done." Mo Jun paused, then turned his head and smiled again: "Of course, I asked mine, old man, you can Choose not to answer."

Mo De silently raised his head and looked at the person in front of him, with a smile that was not a smile, and he was fooling around.It is clear that there is no half similarity, but it reminds him of someone.That person has been gone for so long that I can't remember her appearance in my mind.

Mo De sighed and rubbed his brow.

"You asked me to kill him 15 years ago, but I refused. You wanted to deal with me together, but in the end you spared my life, but because of this?"

Mo Jun's palm was spread out, and there was a plum blossom hairpin lying on it, but it was only half.

Baochai points, peach leaves crossing, smoke and willow dark Nanpu.

Mo De's pupils shrank suddenly, but he quickly returned to his usual calm look. He raised his sleeves calmly, covered something on the table, looked at Mo Jun, and stretched out his hand: "Give it to me." .”

Mo Jun smiled slightly, glanced at the place where Mo De's sleeves covered the table, and then closed his fingers together, holding the hairpin tightly in his palm: "Have you ever loved my mother?"

"Presumptuous!" Mo De slapped the table and stood up suddenly.Look angry.

Mo Jun smiled lightly, and immediately hit the corner of the table with his palm.The table turned abruptly.

Spread out on the table is a portrait of a woman whose colors are no longer bright and faded, and the woman in the painting is holding a green umbrella, with gentle eyebrows and eyes, bowing her head and smiling slightly.Beside the painting is the other half of the hairpin in Mo Jun's hand.

Mo Jun put the hairpin in his hand on the table.

Finally two become one.

Mo Jun stared at the painting for a while, before he raised his head to look at the person standing stiffly on the other side of the table, and asked the last question of his trip: "Old man, have you never regretted anything you have done in your life?" ?”

"Shut up!" Mo De stepped forward, raised his hand, and a resounding slap was slapped on Mo Jun's face.His chest heaved with anger, and his whole body trembled.

Mo Jun's head was buzzing from this slap, and even when he turned his head back, he looked heavy.

But Mo Jun just pretended to be okay, and showed his white teeth and grinned at the person standing in front of him: "Old man, I'm done asking."

Immediately afterwards, he lifted the hem of his robe, knelt down on his knees, touched his upper and lower lips, and called out simply and unambiguously: "Father." Then he bent down and kowtowed.

Mo De swept the things on the table with a flick of his sleeve, looked at Mo Jun, and said with a sneer, "You don't want me to let him go! I tell you it's absolutely impossible!"

Mo Jun knelt down calmly, straightened his body: "I said I didn't come to intercede for him. I have decided to die with him!"

"Father, it's just what I owe you over the past ten years." Mo Jun smiled inexplicably: "Now I will pay you back."

After finishing speaking, Mo Jun slowly got up, picked up the things that fell on the ground one by one, put them back on the table, and took out a blue booklet from his pocket: "This thing, old man, look at it." Whether you want to see it or not is up to you. All I want to say is that the prince is definitely not what you think."

"Black and white are never absolute in this world." Mo Jun looked at Mo De impartially, and finally slowly lowered his body and bowed deeply to Mo De, bowing his head and saying: "Father, let's just say goodbye."

After the salute, he got up, walked towards the door step by step, and only stepped out of the threshold with one foot, but he said again: "That's right, old man. I have released all the slaves in the Luo Palace in private. .”

Mo De was taken aback for a moment, and then he was so angry that his heart was stuffy, and he was furious: "You are messing around!"

Luo Chuan is now being held in Dali Temple, and the charges against him cannot be cleared no matter what.Luowang Mansion will naturally be raided by order soon, and the people in the mansion will naturally have their own punishments at that time. If it is lighter, it will be dismissed. Rewarded.People who suffer from sins like this will naturally be bullied wherever they go.But no matter what, it's not Mo Jun's turn to decide on his own.

This is a great crime of disregarding the emperor's prestige, making decisions without authorization, and disrespecting the Holy One.

"Old man, if you want to stop me, it's still too late to send troops to surround the Luo Palace." Mo Jun paused and continued: "But if you are willing to fulfill my determination to die with him, I will remember your kindness forever.”

Mo Jun understood very well that there are hundreds of people in the Luo Wang Mansion, no matter how careful they are, they will eventually be discovered, it's just a matter of whether it is discovered sooner or later, it is better to simply say it clearly, and have a good time.

Mo De looked at the person who plunged into the darkness of the night...

He understood that Mo Jun had already made up his mind...

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Baochai points, Taoyedu, Yanliu dark Nanpu. ——From Xin Qiji's "Zhu Yingtai Near Late Spring".Chai is not only a single ornament, but also represents affection. In ancient times, there was a custom of giving goodbye between lovers or husbands and wives.The woman divides the hairpin on her head into two, giving half to the other party and keeping the other half for herself.When we meet again someday, two will be one.