"Quick time travel" long way to chase his wife

After returning to the residence, Mo Chi was urged by the little girl to change out of his wet clothes, and then was stuffed under the quilt, holding a bowl of dark, steaming cold-dispelling soup in his hand.

"My lord, drink it while it's hot, or the medicine will be cold in a while." Lu Ziyan came in lighting the incense, and frowned delicately when she saw the dazed state of the person on the bed.

Mo Chi came back to his senses, and smiled slightly at the person: "I see."

Seeing that the person finished drinking the medicine in the bowl, the little girl finally bent her eyes, took the medicine bowl with a smile and put it away, then said to the human being on the bed: "Young master, please rest well, the servant will go down first. ’ she said as she was about to put out the candles on the table.

"Miss Lu." Mo Chi called to stop her, and Lu Ziyan stopped and looked up at him: "Is there something else, sir?"

Mo Chi looked at the little girl's delicate and immature face, and pursed the corners of his lips: "I can't sleep...can you chat with me for a while?"

"Okay," the little girl nodded cheerfully, moved a stool over, sat down beside his bed, and looked at him with big black grape-like eyes, "What do you want to talk about, young master? "

Mo Chi blinked: "Anything is fine."

"Hmm..." Lu Ziyan's expression became a little distressed when he heard him say that. Seeing this, Mo Chi smiled softly: "Let's just talk about your leader."

"Master?" The little girl looked up at him.

Mo Chi nodded, and his deep magnetic voice was extremely calm: "Well, I want... to know him better..."

When Lu Ziyan heard his words, she covered her mouth and started giggling, looking at the person with jokes in her eyes, Mo Chi deliberately pretended not to see, and just said: "Why, is it not convenient to say?"

"No, no," the little girl shook her head, and said, "Since the young master wants to hear it, the servant will tell you, but I don't know much."

"When I was six years old, the village was ransacked by bandits. The old leader rescued me. He saw that I was pitiful, so he took me back to the Cold Blood Sect." Lu Ziyan's voice was soft and crisp, "After the old leader brought me back , let me follow the leader, at that time, the leader seemed to be... 15 years old."

Recalling the first time I saw Yunchu, the little girl had a faint smile on her face. It was an evening in early spring. She followed the consul in the church and entered Hanyunxuan, a large courtyard. There was no one there, and the air was terribly silent. After the consul brought him in, he whispered a few words to tell her to be obedient, and then left after keeping her mouth and eyes in check.

She looked at the bare Zhiya and the withered grass in front of her, and felt that the scene in front of her was a little scary. Just when she was so frightened that she wanted to turn around and run out, there was a sudden sound of slight footsteps behind her.

"That was the first time I saw the leader. He was dressed in white with a mask on his face. He just stood behind me and looked at me silently. I was shocked. You don't know, The way he looked at me at that time was like ice and snow in the cold winter." Speaking of this, Lu Ziyan smiled, "But what actually scared me was the blood on his body, the white clothes were dyed bright red, and even ticked. Falling down, until now I don't know whether it is his own blood or someone else's blood, anyway, I was terrified, cried out, and finally ran into the house in a panic, hiding under the table and not daring to come out .”

Mo Chi imagined the scene at that time in his mind, moved the corners of his lips, wanted to laugh, but couldn't: "What happened later."

"Later..." The little girl sat on the stool, shook the two short legs under the skirt, and said, "Later the leader came in. I heard his footsteps, and I was terrified. He would lift the tablecloth and kill me. But what I was afraid of never happened. I hid under the table, listening to his footsteps passing by me, and then entered the inner room without stopping. After waiting so anxiously for a while, the sound of footsteps appeared again, this time, they stopped in front of the table."

"When I saw the jade flute decorated with red wreaths and lifted a corner of the tablecloth, I tried to cover my mouth to keep myself from making a sound. His masked face appeared in front of my eyes. I thought I was going to die, but... Suddenly he spoke a word."

Lu Ziyan looked at Mo Chi who was looking at her in front of her, tilted her head and smiled: "My lord, guess what the leader said?"

"What?" Mo Chi looked at her, his Adam's apple rolled twice.

"The leader said: 'I don't have blood anymore, don't be afraid.'"

Mo Chi: "..."

"From that moment on, I knew that the leader is the kindest person in the world," Lu Ziyan said, "Although he always looks cold and keeps people away from thousands of miles away, I know that he will use The cool and gentle voice speaks to everyone in the church, and when he sees injured animals, he will pick them up and take them home... You don't know, my son, he suffered a lot when he was young, and he was poisoned with poison. Any living thing he touches will be poisoned. Because of this, he always has a cold look and refuses anyone to approach. In order to save those small animals, he personally picked vines to weave straw mats, put them , dragging Islam."

Speaking of this, the little girl wiped her eyes with her hand, and choked up her voice: "Master, he is the best person in the world, but God always doesn't let him have a good time, obviously he has nothing wrong, the people in Jianghu Everyone yelled at him to be beaten and killed, and finally even the old leader... woo..." She couldn't continue speaking, and she covered her face and began to cry.

There was only a low sobbing sound in the quiet room. Mo Chi sat on the edge of the bed, watching her slightly shrugging shoulders, and the tightening of her fingers on the brocade quilt. His heart ached so much that he couldn't speak. , even breathing is trembling.

"Don't cry..." After a long time, Mo Chi opened his mouth softly, not knowing whether he was speaking to Lu Ziyan or himself.

Hearing his voice, the little girl realized that she had accidentally lost control of her emotions. Embarrassed, she raised her hand and wiped her tears with her cuff, and said softly, "I'm sorry, sir, I lost my temper."

"It's okay." Mo Chi shook his head lightly.

"It's getting late, young master, you should rest earlier, I'll go down first." Lu Ziyan stood up wiping her tears, and turned around holding the stool.

"Miss Lu, thank you tonight." Mo Chi looked at the little girl's back.

A few steps away, Lu Ziyan paused with her back to him, and finally she put down the stool in her hand, turned around and looked at the man beside the bed, the light and shadow of the jumping candlelight floated, but it was still difficult to hide his handsome and heroic facial features.

Lu Ziyan looked at the man, raised the corners of her lips, but tears flowed out, she knelt down in front of Mo Chi with a "plop", crying and said: "Young master, I can tell that the master likes you very much. Can you, can you stay and stay with the leader... No, don't leave him alone..."

Mo Chi looked at the little girl crying in front of him, his nose was sore, and his voice was hoarse: "Okay..."