Buddhism

It was already three days later when Qing Mo woke up again.He instinctively felt that he might have slept for a long time this time. Looking at the dark sky above with few stars and a cold moon that was mostly covered by clouds, a cold breath came towards him with the cold wind.

The cold wind swishes in the winter night, and it is bitingly cold.In the dark and boundless night, the loneliness is strange and unpredictable.

Qing Mo didn't walk back, but directly used his spiritual power to dodge back to Mu Mansion.He had never had the habit of staying overnight without saying hello. He knew that Mu Youfang must be worried about him these days, so he consciously walked into Mu Youfang's room.

Qing Mo stood dumbfounded in Mu Youfang's room. Not only did he not see Mu Youfang's familiar figure as he expected, but he was also shocked to find that Mu Youfang's meticulously tidy and clean room was in disarray.The pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and books he was used to spilled all over the floor.Teacups, teapots, and other porcelain were knocked to the ground, and the pieces were scattered all over the place.The furnishings everywhere are crooked and chaotic.Even the quilt on the bed was turned over, and the quilt and pillows were all thrown on the ground.

Qing Mo stood in front of Mu Youfang's bed, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.It was so messy, did it encounter thieves?He looked inside and out again, and called a few times, but he didn't find Mu Youfang's figure.My heart sank, and I secretly thought something was wrong.Hastily pushed open the door, ready to go to other places in Mu Mansion to search.After stepping out of this room, I found that all the doors and windows of Mu Mansion were sealed with yellow seals.

On the yellow seal was the seal of the government, and Qing Mo had a gloomy face, why did the government seal the Mu House?Mu Youfang is an official, he has always been cautious in doing things, and he was once strict with himself.Although he is not tactful in dealing with people, but according to his usual gentleness of not fighting or grabbing, he will never form a big enmity with anyone.He will not do anything that violates the law at all, and it is even less likely that he will leave any excuses for others.So what's going on now?What happened?

Qing Mo turned around inside and out, and there was nothing valuable in the Mu Mansion, not to mention ghosts, but he didn't even see half of them.His face was as cold as ice, and his eyes became more and more serious.This is not only being blocked, but also being ransacked in an extremely sinister manner.Most of the courtiers who have been confiscated have room for maneuver. Most of the courtiers who have been confiscated have committed heinous crimes and will be executed soon.

He estimated the time, but it was only a few days, even if the house was ransacked, he should not be executed so quickly.He breathed a sigh of relief, and jumped out of the wall courtyard of the Mu Mansion with a gloomy expression, ready to go to the prison to rob people.

As soon as his feet landed, he heard footsteps coming towards him, Qing Mo didn't dodge but looked towards the footsteps.The man came out of the darkness, grabbed him and quickly hid in the darkness.

Qing Mo did not resist, because this is an old acquaintance, he is Zhang Caiming, the housekeeper of the Mu residence.Butler Zhang pulled Qing Mo into a dark place to hide, carefully probed his head and turned sideways to look outside the wall, listened carefully for a while and found nothing unusual before turning around.With an excited expression, he stared at Qing Mo closely, and then deliberately lowered his voice after a long while, and whispered, "Young Master Qing Mo, you are finally back."

"What's going on here?" The space here is narrow, and Qing Mo's body is tall. In order to reduce the invisible pressure on Butler Zhang, he stepped back slightly and leaned against the wall beside him, and asked in a deep voice.

"His Highness the Eighth Prince went out with you that day, and was slandered until he fell into a coma. For some reason, rumors spread that you were the incarnation of a monster. Not only did His Highness bewitch the Eighth Highness, but he became angry and slandered His Highness." Steward Zhang glanced at Qing Mo and kept secret. Looking at his face, he continued: "Because they couldn't find you, and His Highness the Eighth Prince hadn't woken up until now, they directly copied the Mu Mansion. I was also arrested, but it was Mr. Liu who managed to save me. Come out, let me wait here for your return."

"Xiahou Feimo hasn't woken up yet?" Qing Mo's expression was gloomy and his voice was low.

"Yes, I didn't wake up." Zhang Caiming replied nervously. He wanted to ask where Qing Mo had been these few days and why he didn't come back.But looking at Qing Mo's expression, he didn't know why but couldn't ask.

He still hasn't woken up yet, which means that Xiahou Feimo's condition is not very good, maybe there is poison on the arrow, and the poison has penetrated into the heart veins.As for the fact that he was a demon and bewitched Xiahou Feimo, it meant that when they were fighting, they were watched secretly.Mu's house was ransacked, which was obviously framed by the mastermind behind the scenes.

Xiahou Feimo's unconsciousness led to death without evidence, which is very unfavorable for his current situation.The person was brought back by Rufeng, he knew all the causes and consequences, Qing Mo thought that Rufeng had either defected, or something had happened.

Based on Qingmo's understanding of Rufeng, Rufeng was sent by Xiahou Feimo's old lady to protect him, and in terms of status and importance, Rufeng would not turn against him enough to blame him.Qing Mo asked the question: "Xiahou Feimo's bodyguard, Rufeng, where is he now?"

"His Highness the Eighth Prince was in a coma for a day and a night, and then he disappeared. There was no one alive or dead." Zhang Caiming told Qing Mo everything he knew.

Rufeng was killed?Encountered corpses and traces?Or disappeared and hid?Qing Mo's face became more and more gloomy, and he felt that he had been overwhelmed by these schemes. "Where's Mu Youfang? Has he been locked up?"

"Yes, the young master has been taken into custody." Steward Zhang's expression became gloomy, why did his young master bring about such an indiscriminate disaster when he was doing well.

"I'll save him." Qing Mo shook his sleeves and was about to go out. His purpose was to go to Mu Youfang, and he didn't hesitate now.As his "partner", Mu Youfang was so innocent that he suffered from this prison for no reason.

"Hey, hey, Mr. Qing Mo, calm down, calm down!" Steward Zhang grabbed Qing Mo's arm under the circumstances, and dragged him back into the darkness.He said anxiously: "You can't just take the young master out of the prison like this, you will ruin his official career." If there is no formal pardon from the government, or if you escape from prison without clearing your charges, this is the real deal If he fled in fear of crime, he would definitely be hunted down by the court.Not only is Mu Youfang's official career ruined, even the most basic survival can only be done in hiding, and he will never see the light of day in a lifetime of panic.

Qing Mo frowned, rubbing her sore temples.Mu Youfang has come to the present, and he has achieved it step by step with his own efforts.If he ruined his achievements and expectations in spite of everything, he might have regrets in the rest of his life, maybe he would resent his recklessness and not knowing how to understand him.Qing Mo sighed, and said a little tiredly: "Then the only way now is to help him clear his name?"

"Everything comes from you, but I believe that you will not hurt His Highness the Eighth Highness. Someone must have deliberately framed it." Zhang Guanzhu did not believe that Qing Mo would hurt Xiahou Feimo from the beginning to the end, because Qing Mo has always They are all casual, free and easy personalities.He does not pursue fame and fortune, nor does he care about money.How could it be possible to hurt the current Eighth Highness with a strong background for no reason.

The trust in Butler Zhang's eyes made Qing Mo curl his mouth.He is a monster, and this matter has already been publicized, and I'm afraid it won't be long to hide it.The mastermind behind the scenes is really good. After spreading the rumors, Mu Youfang, who didn't know anything, was thrown into jail.Thinking about it, there may be a special countermeasure against him, which is really a great idea.

"I see, you go back first." Qing Mo patted the folds of his sleeves, and his expression returned to normal.

"Mr. Liu has instructed you to go to his side when you come back, and we will discuss how to rescue you together." Steward Zhang raised his head slightly, looked at Qing Mo rightly, and hoped that he would go to Liu Zhou with him. allow.

"No, the matter started because of me, so you don't need to involve other people, lest innocent people be involved and suffer unreasonable disasters." Qing Mo refused, and Liu Zhouyun would be timid if he asked Liu Zhouyun to act, so he might as well do it alone Comes clean.

Zhang Guan hesitated for a while, then looked at Qing Mo worriedly and said, "But you are a single-handed man, I am really worried about you." When Mu Youfang was arrested, he told him to persuade Qing Mo well, Don't let him act recklessly, let alone use force to rob the prison.

"I have my own measure, so I don't have to worry about it." Qing Mo patted the butler on the shoulder to reassure him.Then he walked away with great strides.

Butler Zhang opened his mouth slightly to continue persuading Qing Mo, but he couldn't say a word until Qing Mo's figure could no longer be seen.The determination and confidence in Qing Mo's eyes made him inexplicably choose to trust Qing Mo.It was pitch black all around, and it was even more silent without the breath of one person. Butler Zhang poked his head out and looked around vigilantly. After making sure that there was nothing unusual, he turned in one direction and walked away quietly.

In the dead of night, Qing Mo hid his aura, searched around in the dungeon, and found Mu Youfang's aura all the way.Finally, in a simple and cold prison, he saw Mu Youfang's figure curled up under the thin quilt.

On a cold winter night, there are still snowflakes floating outside, and the cold wind is even more bone-stinging.The sky prison is made of stone walls, impenetrable and extremely cold.Qing Mo's eyes were dark, and the anger in his heart was surging.He clenched his fists tightly, suppressing the emotion that he was about to break the embankment.With stiff limbs, he dodged into the cell where Mu Youfang was held.

He bent down and looked at Mu Youfang who was sleeping on a thin layer of withered grass, his expression darkened, and his heart was full of self-blame. If it wasn't for his willful actions, why would Mu Youfang suffer so much.

The sides of Mu Youfang's cheeks were sunken due to weight loss, his face was sallow and pale, his lips were pale and dry, and there was even dry skin on the cracked lip lines due to lack of water.His hair was messy, his face was haggard, and the thin and dirty prison clothes were loosely worn on his body.

The corners of Qing Mo's mouth were tightly pursed into a straight line, and the guilt in his eyes was even worse.He raised his hand to caress Mu Youfang's shriveled cheek, the touch of his fingertips was so cold.The coolness from the fingertips seeped into his heart, it was so cold and biting.

His heart sank to the bottom, and after only a few days of seeing each other, they tortured him like this.This was all his fault, he shouldn't have messed up with Xiahou Feimo, a noble person, so that Mu Youfang suffered such a sudden disaster.

Mu Youfang's whole body was extremely cold due to the lack of heat, and in his sleep he shivered subconsciously due to the cold.The whole person curled up together, frowning tightly, sleeping very restlessly.

Qing Mo's palm rested on Mu Youfang's chest, and he was transferring his spiritual power to Mu Youfang, so that he could always feel a little bit of warmth in his sleep and sleep peacefully.

Suddenly Mu Youfang trembled slightly, and gradually opened his closed eyes.Because he felt a strange warmth warming him, as if he felt something, he forced himself to wake up.

The lack of food and clothing for the past few days has been very bad, but he didn't care, he gritted his teeth and persisted.And what he was most worried about was Qing Mo's safety. Qing Mo's disappearance made him very uneasy, and he was always worried, fearing that he would not see him for the last time, and he was even more afraid of hearing some bad news.

Although Qing Mo is a demon, his spiritual power has been sealed.That day he went out with Xiahou Feimo, Xiahou Feimo was seriously injured and unconscious.But Qing Mo disappeared without a trace, which shows that they must have encountered great danger, otherwise Qing Mo would not have allowed Xiahou Feimo to be seriously injured like this, and would not have returned to Mu's residence.

When Mu Youfang opened his eyes in a daze, he saw Qing Mo's deep and worried eyes. He was stunned, blinking blankly, thinking that he was dreaming again.

Qing Mo's palm felt the heat of Mu Youfang's body through the rough linen prison clothes, knowing that his spiritual power had taken effect, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.When he raised his head, he met Mu Youfang's blank expression, and he also looked back at Mu Youfang in a daze.

From the moment he saw Mu Youfang's frail body curled up in this square and bone-chilling prison cell, he felt a painful, heavy, and indescribably strange feeling in his heart. Bleeding outside blocked his limbs and made him unable to breathe.

And at the moment when he met Mu Youfang's eyes, the bitter and painful feeling disappeared instantly.Qing Mo still can't understand why there is such a feeling, and why this feeling changes so quickly because of Mu Youfang's eyes.But he really felt the joy of seeing Mu Youfang wake up, the joy from the inside out.There was a smile on his brows and eyes, and he was overjoyed and asked softly, "Is it still cold now? Is it better?"

Mu Youfang's pupils suddenly widened, and warmth flowed from his heart to his limbs. He no longer felt so cold, this warm feeling was so dreamy.He couldn't believe it, he was afraid that he had another sweet dream, and he was afraid that waking up from the sweet dream would be nothing but joy.He secretly fisted his hand, and dug his tight nails into his palm. The pain stimulated his whole brain, reminding him that this was indeed not a dream.

The person who was thinking about it day and night and worrying about it day and night was right in front of him, and he couldn't believe that he really saw him.He hugged Qing Mo without any hesitation, until he hugged Qing Mo's warm body in his arms, and pressed his cheek against the hot skin of his neck, he felt really at ease.

He cried out over and over again in his heart: This is real, this is not a dream.He wept with joy, with tears in his eyes, his body trembling slightly because of the excitement.

Qing Mo was stunned for a moment, feeling Mu Youfang's uneasiness and fear, he raised his arms to hug Mu Youfang's still slightly cold body.His eyelashes drooped, his eyes dimmed.I can't help but think: he is a weak scholar, how he suffers every moment of being here after so many days of lack of food and clothing in such a harsh environment in the cold winter months.

Thinking of this, his heart felt like being pricked by a needle. He wished that all the sufferings that Mu Youfang had suffered would happen to him, and wished to suffer for him.There is no place to rest the regrets in his heart, and he is repentant and annoyed because of him.Sighing deeply, he raised his hand to shawl Mu Youfang's long hair, and slowly smoothed out the messy hair.

Qing Mo's eyes fell on the stone wall of the prison cell, his eyes were deep and distant, and he stroked the back of Mu Youfang's head with his palms again and again, as if comforting him, more like comforting himself.