Handbook for Avoiding the Court

In the early morning, Fang Ji, who had just fallen asleep, was awakened by several knocks on the door.The warm winter sun shines in through the doors and windows, and a beautiful silhouette is printed on the doors and windows.

Fang Ji flipped over and opened the door. Mo Jin appeared at the door in thin clothes, his eyelashes were still covered with mist, his eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes, and his usually pale face was frozen. A flush.

"What are you... what are you doing? Come in!" Fang Ji was tired, angry and unbearable, staring at the person who hadn't slept all night and was freezing at the door with half-closed eyes.

"I'm in a hurry!"

Fang Ji was stunned for a moment, and thought, no matter how important it is, you have to eat and sleep!This fool is really ruthless!But after thinking about it, could it be that their robbery was discovered by the court so quickly?Could it be that the pursuers are coming?This came too fast!

As soon as such an idea came out, Drowsiness ran away in an instant!

Can't help thinking about it, Fang Ji led him to sit down at the table, and picked up the fox fur that Mo Jin gave him last night and wrapped it around his body.

"Why so early? You... haven't slept all night?" Fang Ji's heart was agitated, and he glanced at his fingertips for a while, his fingers were flushed, and there was a faint scent of herbs.

Mo Jin didn't take his words, but hid his hands in his sleeves.

"Accompany me to the Qiu Mansion. In a few hours, Shi Mu's coffin will be transported back to the Southwest Prince's Mansion. The body has been parked for more than ten days. The further south we go, the hotter the weather will be. We will not be able to find the corpse after it rots." A valid clue." After saying that, Mo Jin took out a note from his sleeve.

Fang Ji took it and asked softly, "How many falcons have you summoned?"

"There are only a few dozen falcons in Jingzhou. King Ming and King Zhennan can't get away from the frontier. I'm afraid it will be difficult to protect the prince's son. The so-called strong dragon can't beat the local snake, and Wang County is the home of Mrs. Zhennan Wang. , there are more than three hundred soldiers in the government, and all of them are good players, probably not much worse than Falcon."

"Go to Qiu Mansion now?" Fang Ji stood up, picked up his sword, and put on his cloak.

Mo Jin nodded, "Well, at this moment, everyone in the Qiu family is dealing with departure matters. According to Falcon's report, there are only a few servants and two family members staying in the mourning hall. It's a quick decision."

At this time, the Qiu Mansion was full of gloomy clouds, and all the servants were depressed, coming and going in a hurry, and there were occasional sobbing sounds, and there was a row of soldiers guarding the gate of each monastery, all of them wearing armor, Arms in hand.

Fang Ji jumped over the wall with Mo Jin in his arms, and tiptoed along the wall to the inner courtyard.

"I can't get through! The inner three floors and the outer three floors are full of government soldiers." Fang Ji grabbed Mo Jin's arm and took a few steps back.

"It's okay, the Falcon will lure them away later." Mo Jin glanced at Fang Ji's aching hand, "You, let go..."

Only then did Fang Ji realize that his hands were really heavy, and he didn't feel the pain when he was pulling people, so he quickly retracted his hands, looked up at the too thin body in front of him trembling slightly, his face was pale, Her thin lips were slightly purple, and she was really distressed, so she lifted the cloak and wrapped it again.

"Catch the assassin!" There was a sharp voice, and several masked men in black rushed out from the roof. There was a sudden panic, and the soldiers of the government filed out.

The opportunity is coming!

"Go." Fang Ji said in a deep voice.

The two took advantage of the chaos and slipped into the mourning hall through the back door.The mourning hall is full of white banners, and rows of white candles are swaying in the slight cold wind.Several servants and maidservants knelt down, and a woman sat on the cushion with a dazed expression, as if she was deaf to the noisy noise outside.

Mo Jin took out a white porcelain bottle from his sleeve, handed it to Fang Ji, and said in a deep voice, "Eat it."

Fang Ji frowned, looked up at him, but didn't speak, and drank it down.

No matter what it is, since he let him eat it, even the poison is willing to eat.

Mo Jin stared at Fang Ji as he ate the contents of the bottle with complicated eyes.

He flicked his sleeves towards the window, and a strong fragrance filled the air, and everyone in the hall lost consciousness.

"They're just unarmed people..."

Fang Ji was afraid that it was poison, and looked at the non-threatening people in the room, and really didn't want them to die, so he couldn't help but say this.

Although he has no defense against Mo Jin, and is willing to scratch his heart, but sometimes he really can't see through his heart, and always feels that there are many unsolved mysteries in him. He wants to ask, but is afraid of being abrupt. On the contrary, they are alienated, this kind of behavior that wants to explore but dare not, even Fang Ji himself feels very scared.

"It's just ordinary incense, with some sedatives added, it won't take long to wake up. This thing can only be used on ordinary people, and it won't hurt the body." After speaking, Mo Jin threw the small porcelain bottle into the grass,

"Sorry, I was worrying too much..."

"It's okay." Mo Jin didn't seem to care.

Fang Ji glanced sideways at Mo Jin, and the two walked into the hall together.

Behind the white curtain, a crimson golden nanmu coffin lay quietly in the middle.It was covered with a white silk mang-pattern drape.Smoke lingers in front of the coffin.

Fang Ji quickly lifted the white silk cloth, pulled out the sword and inserted it into the crack of the coffin, flipped his wrist, and with a "bang", the coffin lid flew up, Fang Ji lifted his leg and hooked it, and landed firmly on the ground.A rancid smell hit the nostrils, making people sick.

Mo Jin took out the handkerchief and handed it to Fang Ji.Fang Ji hesitated for a moment, took the veil and asked, "What about you?"

Mo Jin frowned and didn't answer. He leaned over into the coffin. Shi Mu's body was swollen and gray-brown, and the original appearance was no longer visible.

Mo Jin stretched out his hand to open his robe, there were nine layers in total, and his expression was solemn.Peeling off the layers of robes, the fatal wound on the waist was revealed. The wound had turned white, and a light yellow liquid was dripping, which wet the surrounding clothes.

"Brother Wang has been taking Wushi powder for many years, and he has already lost his body. How can he be killed with such strength?" Fang Ji lowered his eyes and looked puzzled.

Mo Jin raised his finger and touched the hideous wound, "There is bone erosion powder on the wound. Once the bleeding cannot be stopped, he will die soon. It seems that the murderer will not let the two princes survive at all." Mo Jin said coldly Said, "Sometimes when people are angry, they tend to lose their sense of proportion, not to mention that Qiu's government obstructed the autopsy, and the prince killed him in full view. What is it?"

"Is it impossible to find out the composition of Xigu San?" Fang Ji couldn't believe it.

"Colorless, odorless, asymptomatic. There is no way to find out." Mo Jin said while tidying up Shi Mu's robe, and said: "Only people in the poison medicine school know about this poison."

At this moment, there was a loud noise outside, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps one after another.Fang Ji pulled Mo Jin up and jumped out of the window.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the courtyard, he was glaring at Mrs. Shangqiu and a group of government soldiers, "Bold madman, how dare you disturb my grandson's undead!" Then rushed over.

Fang Ji pulled Mo Jin behind him, a cold light flashed, and the sword was out of its sheath.With a sweep of the sword's edge, he flipped in the air and roared endlessly. The soldiers in the front row could no longer dodge, half of their bodies were cut off, and they wailed endlessly.

"Dang..." With a crisp sound, more than a dozen government soldiers flew into the air, each holding a long iron chain in their hands, and threw them at Fang Ji in unison.

Fang Ji held the sword in his backhand and swung it, and the chained soldiers who jumped on Mo Jin fell to the ground in response, but a cold light flashed behind him, and a long sword slashed at Fang Ji's back. A sleeve arrow was shot, and the attacker behind him rolled his eyes and fell down with a muffled sound. A chilling ruthlessness appeared on Mo Jin's stern face.

It seems that there is no escape today.

Fang Ji turned his head slightly, took a deep look at Mo Jin, and said in a hoarse voice as if he was about to say goodbye to life and death: "Go, hurry!" After speaking, he raised the sword in his hand, the sword was still there, but it was knocked off by the chain cut.There are also many raised gaps at the front.

Mo Jin looked at Fang Ji quietly, and smiled slightly: "Where do you want me to go? If you die, I can go out?" But both of them knew that today's bad luck is not good.

Fang Ji's eyes were slightly closed, his sword energy was fluttering, and there was a murderous air. The broken sword danced in the wind, and the courtyard was full of flying flowers and leaves, and the chill was lingering.

Mrs. Qiu sat quietly on the teacher's chair, looking indifferently at the young man in white.Then he raised his eyes and saw Mo Jin behind him, a frail but somewhat alluring young man in black.

Mrs. Qiu winked at the government soldiers on both sides, and a dozen government soldiers walked around Fang Ji and approached Mo Jin.

A piercing flute sounded, sobbing and sobbing, one after another, like a group of hungry ghosts crawling out of hell, bloodthirsty and bone-eating, thrilling.

After a while, countless poisonous snakes came from all directions, licking Xinzi, "hissing"... Mrs. Qiu turned pale with shock, pointed at Mo Jin and murmured: "Snake Valley..."

Mo Jin held Fang Ji's hand, "Let's go..." After saying that, he flicked the sleeves of his toga, and a mist filled the air.

Fang Ji grabbed Mo Jin's shoulders, flew up, leaped over the roof, flew out, and disappeared under the bright sun in an instant.

Back at the inn, both of them were exhausted, you looked at me, I looked at you, quietly, and suddenly laughed at the same time, that was the bright smile after the rest of the catastrophe, after life and death.

I don't know if it was because of being too tired, Fang Ji's face turned pale, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Mo Jin smiled faintly, pulled the quilt over him, brushed his fingertips over the top of his hair, and stroked it lightly.

"Young master!" A falcon knelt in front of the two of them, "The ten falcons we sent all... all died. The subordinates are incompetent and failed to save one person!"

"Understood..." Mo Jin put away his smile, "Get up..."

Falcon struggled to get up with his hands on the ground, and wiped the ashes on his face, which seemed to be injured.Mo Jin waved his hand and silently backed away.

After a while, Er Yi walked in, looked at the two men with haggard faces, and said dejectedly, "Ni Sheng's body in the Yamen morgue has disappeared, maybe it was stolen and used as a ghost bride!"

"She must be the same as Prince Shi Mu..." Mo Jin suddenly thought of something and walked out the door.

Wang Yiwen was lying on the bed with a dazed face, Mo Jin turned over his wrist and took a look, then murmured: "No wonder...it really is so."

Mo Jin rolled up his sleeves and unbuttoned his wristband, a row of silver needles gleaming with cold light was in sight.

The person in front of him is, after all, the elder brother of that person, and he cannot die.

When the first silver needle was inserted, Wang Yiwen groaned, his hands and feet felt cold, and he muttered something: "Five stone powder! Give it to me..."

The person in front of him was almost exhausted, and Mo Jin could only do his best and obey the destiny.

"Mr. Mo! It's not good!" Fang Ji stumbled and ran in, fell to the ground, and cried bitterly: "My son is dying...it's all blood, it's all blood...help!"

The air was eerily quiet.

He seemed to have lost his voice, and seemed to be numb. He could neither speak nor have strength.

"Help me up, take-me-go!" Mo Jin said in a hoarse voice.Then a silver needle was used to seal the acupuncture point on the top of Wang Yiwen's head.

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