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"From today onwards, you are Ji Mo, traveling abroad and not returning."

The voice from above sent chills down the spine, Baishi lowered his head deeply, not daring to look up, even though he already had the status of a commoner, but for these nobles, commoners and slaves, What's the difference?They are all easy to kill.

He knew this, so he behaved extraordinarily well.

"Yes."

Without any doubt, Baishi responded decisively. There was light in his eyes. This was an opportunity, and he would seize every opportunity to make himself live a better life.

In Liu's garden, the small building has a beautiful view. The place where the sword meeting was held is still empty. The fire in the nearby sword casting room has long been extinguished. Those sword slaves have also returned to the army. Maybe After a period of time, they will become new swordsmiths who are reused by the Liu family and criticized by the swordsmith family.

The two people standing on the fourth floor looked down at the scenery of the willow garden. Liu Zhongjun talked about Ji Mo's death from the side: "...it's a good one. I found a good place to bury him..."

"It was a bit sudden, that's all." The emperor was dressed in ordinary clothes, standing with his hands behind his back, looking at the empty field, thinking about what he saw that day, "You said, is this the curse of those sword-making families? Or the Ji family, finally Can't you see that such a deceitful person has insulted his family's reputation?"

"Curses are useful, why use swords, ghosts and gods are capable, how can we see him live for so many years with the surname 'Ji'?"

It was warm and breezy, with a melodious voice, but the meaning of those words made people feel a little chilled. Liu Zhongjun thought, Ji Mo, this child, is also lucky. Among the many slaves, he was lucky enough to be selected to inherit the "Ji" Surname, in these years, he has never been in debt, and it is hard for him to really have some talent for making swords.

——It can be seen that the blood of those sword-making families has no advantage over others.

There were some thoughts in his heart, and he didn't know how to vomit them quickly. Liu Zhongjun continued to talk about his arrangement: "Five years later, I will arrange for someone to send a child back, saying that it is Ji Mo's son, and it is up to her to raise or not..."

How many five years are there in life?Maybe, she didn't even have to wait five years.

Liu Zhongjun's eyes turned to the direction of the Buddhist hall, he could still see the blue-tiled courtyard amidst the green trees, and he seemed to be able to see the cold eyes of that person... He never wanted to care about the Ji family, He only thought that she would be fine.

Ji Mo did it before, and it was to give her a comfort, but he didn't expect that the child really had some talent for sword making, and deviated from his arrangement. He was ready to marry the child to a rich wife, but he never thought... ...So, it doesn't matter if you confuse other people's blood, you will always feel sorry for other people's daughters.

"That slave was a gift from the Kong family, right?"

The emperor asked about Baishi.

Liu Zhongjun shook his head slightly: "It's mine."

From the beginning, it was just arranged by Master Kong, how could he let Ji Chenyi have people from other families around him?

All she knew should be what he wanted her to know.

"He can also forge swords?"

The emperor was a little curious.

"Yes." Liu Zhongjun smiled slightly, "We have all underestimated these slaves, they are no worse than the children of aristocratic families, and they can do more to survive."

Baishi's cleverness was also beyond Liu Zhongjun's expectation. None of those sword slaves could not be replaced, no matter who they were, he could arrange them.

"Very good." The emperor approved in his eyes. Finally, this brother is not dragged down by that Ji family woman, and he can still have such insight, not bad.

Feeling that the topic would turn to some things he didn't want to talk about, Liu Zhongjun quickly talked about the Tomorrow Sword: "The sword slave sent the child before he left, saying it was for you. The Son of Heaven sword must be in the hands of the Son of Heaven. yes."

"Well, then send it up."

The emperor agreed, and sighed softly after speaking, "It's a pity, if that child is really a child of the Ji family, I would be happier, that old man Ji, really..."

When they went to negotiate in person, the result was not very good. He will never forget the humiliation at that time in his life.

It's so hateful that he threw himself into the fire and died early, leaving him no chance of revenge.

Liu Zhongjun sneered in his heart, his temperament of bearing grudges really hasn't changed, so he is even more afraid to let him know his feelings for Ji Chenyi.

He sighed sadly: "From now on, there will be one less swordsmith in the world."

"It's just forging swords, why call it 'master'. From then on, there will only be swordsmiths, and there will be no more swordsmiths."

Those swordsmiths who sang against him can all be exempted from this. How can there be a master of swordsmanship?

"Yes."

Liu Zhongjun was silent.

Baishi can be considered to have grown up with Ji Mo since he was a child. Ji Mo couldn't help him to learn everything, such as sword casting and writing. It is also free and easy.

He has seen how Ji Mo gets along with Aunt Ji, and he also knows that most of their conversations, the homely chatter in the text, even if Ji Mo writes it himself, may not be able to bridge the gap.

What's more, when it comes to speech habits, he probably doesn't have a better grasp than Baishi. The casualness that belongs to modern people makes him unable to grasp the context of this era in writing.

After Aunt Ji received the letter, there was a smile in her eyes. When the bird grows up, it will always fly by itself. She is in favor of Ji Mo leaving. She did not go to the Lunjian Club, but she also knows It is also good to avoid the uproar at this time.

Ji Mo is not her, so there is no need to stick to this Buddhist hall, to guard in this Liu's garden, his world is still wide, if he goes out, it is better not to come back.

Aunt Ji saw that when Ji Mo left, there was a sense of farewell, and she only thought that his heart was just as she thought, and she never thought that this farewell was a real farewell.

The words in the letter and the articles on paper are not as casual as a face-to-face conversation. Seeing the rules in the letter, Aunt Ji has no doubts. Ji Mo has been by her side since she was a baby. In the first letter, there is no comparison, let alone thinking about it.

After reading the Zhan letter, she felt a little joy in her heart. The scenery described in the letter made her seem to have left the small courtyard and saw the vast world.

Since then, Aunt Ji will receive a long or short letter every month. Every time she reads the letter, she feels very good. Before she knows it, five years have passed. This time, the letter comes with it There is also a child.

"This child, why didn't you tell me when you got married outside?"

Aunt Ji had a strange feeling in her heart. After reading the letter, she realized that she was not married, but was rescued by someone who injured her leg. The girl who saved her was just kind and beautiful. Fu Bo, Ji Mo couldn't take care of this one son, so he sent it back.

That bit of annoyance immediately vanished, pity that Ji Mo was having a hard time outside, and saw that ignorant child was more tolerant, just like Ji Mo when he was young, he was still taken care of by the maid, and Aunt Ji watched from the side, with a blink of an eye, That is three years.

When the cold wind blows in winter, the New Year will not pass.

Lying on the bed, covered with a thick quilt, her cheeks seemed to be reddened by the heat of the charcoal fire, Aunt Ji was lying there with loose hair, the silver threads on her head matched the color of the plain pillow, and she couldn't tell it apart for a while.

On her scarred face, the wrinkles became less conspicuous, and when she raised her drowsy eyes, she saw who the fragrance from the smoke came from.

"You came?"

Aunt Ji's voice was very soft, like the remaining smoke, wafting away.

"The child is still young, are you willing to let it go?" Liu Zhongjun's voice was calm, calm as if he never cared about the life and death of the person in front of him, only those eyes, the white eyeballs had already been covered with bloodshot eyes, and it seemed It's going to be broken.

At the end of the day, she no longer cared about her appearance, and became more relaxed. Aunt Ji grinned and showed an ugly smile, "If you want to let go, why can't you let go? I gave up back then!"

In the year when she threw herself into the fire, she gave up everything. At that time, there was hatred in her heart, but she was willing to be happy. But now, there are many things, and there is nothing clear. There seems to be a clear air in her mind, which makes her eyes momentary It's so bright.

She smiled softly: "For many years, you have always protected me. I know that I am sorry for you. I have long since stopped blaming you for what happened back then... I don't know what you said. But I really can't help it, I can't blame other people, only you, only you... Liu Lang, I'm sorry for you..."

In the year when she devoted herself to the fire, Ji Chenyi was married to Liu Zhongjun for more than a year. At that time, even she didn't know that there was already a small fetus conceived in her womb, and in that fire, everything was gone. Does she hate, she blames, hate the Ji family that is gone?Or is it the Emperor Liu who she can't figure out?

Only the person in front of her, only the person in front of her hated him and blamed him, could she live with this hatred, and not sleepless in the middle of the night, in pain.

"...I'm sorry for you..."

While sobbing, tears flowed down, wet the silver thread, the plain pillow, and the embroidered handkerchief that was sent.

For many years, I have never seen this cry, even though she was still ugly, Liu Zhongjun could not take his eyes off him, he no longer recalled how bright and compelling Ji Chenyi was, like the spring breeze blowing willows, she wanted to leave, he wanted to stay , so tied, tied a lifetime.

"I don't blame you, I know, you only have me."

Liu Zhongjun said in a soft voice, what he thought of was their wedding day, when they were so rosy, their flushed cheeks, the bright candlelight falling in their eyes, and his own figure falling in her eyes.

Depending on each other, they will always be dependent on each other.

Many years later, he hugged her again and leaned against the pillow, the haggard silver threads scattered on his chest, mixed with his white hair, regardless of each other, just like the knotted hair many years ago, he took her hand , Said softly: "You are the sword of the Ji family, bright and dazzling, I am the music of the Liu family, singing with the wind, the sound of the sword dance and music, when celebrating the birth of Changle, I told you that day, in this life, I will never change ..."

The snowflakes falling outside the window, this year's winter snow is very beautiful.