Handbook for Avoiding the Court

More than twenty years ago, the night Mo Jin was taken away.

Everyone who was exhausted physically and mentally looked bleak, and everyone was downcast, not daring to look at each other.

Suddenly there was a soft sound, and a falcon rushed to Fang Ji, and said in a panic: "Master, we can't go back! There are officers and soldiers at the intersection less than [-] miles ahead! There are about a few hundred people!"

"The leader is the Qiu Mansion?" Fang Ji touched the blue light sword beside him that had been with him for ten years, and lowered his eyes: "Have you trusted your foster father?"

"There are two intersections from Jingzhou to various places. The intersection to Fangfu is surrounded by Qiu's mansion, and the intersection to the north is blocked by Prefect He of Jingzhou. Passers-by have to go through layers of interrogation. It is very strict... We wait A secret letter was sent out yesterday. Please rest assured, young master!"

"The night is getting dark, you step back." Fang Ji looked up at the night sky feebly, under the sky, it was extremely obscure.

In the distant sky, there is a bright and big lone star, he is so lofty and brilliant, so beautiful and gentle, in the vast night, it seems to wink at him gently.

"Are you okay?" Fang Ji closed his eyes and murmured.

"Master, are we going into the city?" Yi Jiu came quietly.

"Is there still a place for us in the city?" Fang Ji looked sideways, his handsome face filled with a wry smile like vicissitudes of life, and Yijiu felt sore in his heart.

"Yes, Mr. Mo has a house in Yujia Village. He said that if there is any difficulty to go there..." After speaking, Yijiu unwrapped a package from his back and passed it with both hands.

"What is this?" Fang Ji didn't take the package, but looked at it blankly, with a look of hesitation.

"My subordinates don't know what Mr. Mo left behind. But he said that if something happens, it will be handed over to the young master." Yijiu held the package in his hands and never put it down, like holding a sacred object, worthy of his use. life to protect the general.

"Since it is such a precious thing, why didn't he give it to me in person? No matter what!" Fang Ji blocked it with his hand and pushed it gently.

Yijiu looked at Fang Ji in disbelief, he absolutely couldn't believe his young master had such a temper.Guessing that he lost all his internal energy and felt depressed?

actually not.

See things and think about people, let alone life and death.Fang Ji didn't want to see it, he was clear in his heart, he was in such a situation, self-protection was not enough, how could he... maybe he was annoyed at his powerlessness, and he was also a little sad.

If he takes this thing by himself, the words of "If something happens to him, pass it on to the young master" in Yijiu will keep ringing in his ears, burning his internal organs to death!

"Master, this subordinate thinks it's better to let you here. After all, this belongs to Mr. Mo. If he comes back one day and sees that this thing is still here under this subordinate, and the young master refuses to accept it, he must be very sad!" Yijiu couldn't help but say, After stuffing the package into Fang Ji's arms, he retreated to the bushes to watch the night.

"Will he really come back..." Fang Ji hugged the package, pressed his face against it, and felt pain in his heart.

Should be back!

The sky was getting bright, and a few cocks and dogs barking in the distance disturbed everyone's dreams.The weather is getting colder and colder. After half the night of cold wind, frost and dew, everyone is drenched and cold.

Qiliu was driving that dilapidated carriage, which creaked harshly.

Only then did Fang Ji notice that he was still wearing women's clothes, and he couldn't help crying and laughing.

"Yijiu, why don't you let the young master pretend to be your wife? This trick won't work anymore!" Er took a look at Fang Ji, almost feeling internally hurt.

Yijiu looked a little embarrassed... Fang Ji had a cold face, and was supported by Fang Lai into the car, while the other two Falcons carried Wang Yiwen in.

"Young master, don't worry, now they never dreamed that we dared to throw ourselves into the city and run into the city. Most of the officers and soldiers guarding the city have withdrawn, and there will be no questioning when entering the city." Qiliu raised his horsewhip, and the carriage swayed forward. Running in the direction of the city.

Since the target was too big, they followed [-] on foot, and with their lightness skills, it was not difficult to keep up with the wrecked carriage.

Sure enough, there were only a handful of people guarding the city.Everyone yawned and stomped their feet in the cold.

Fang Ji's carriage drove in, and they hardly raised their eyelids.

Around noon, the carriage arrived at a remote section of the road, Eryi followed, and shouted at Qiliu: "Go a few miles to the left and you will be there!"

Qiliu was a little excited, and he whipped his horsewhip vigorously, speeding up.

After a while, I saw a village, which looked dilapidated, but the environment was nice, quiet and beautiful.

"Master, we're here!" Fang Lai lifted the curtain of the car and pointed to the village ahead.

Fang Ji grabbed the shawl that was about to fall from Wang Yiwen's body, but he was not as excited as they were. He looked heavy, Fang Lai hurriedly took out his clothes, changed Fang Ji's awkward women's clothes, and threw them out of the car, he couldn't bear it Stop laughing out loud!

Fang Ji glared at him, and Fang Lai retreated to the corner.

Under the leadership of Eryi, all the people walked towards a small farmyard together.

The farmhouse is hidden in a circle of wintersweet forest, the coldness of the earth, wintersweet blooming in full bloom, bright and moving like the red clouds in the setting sun.

"It's refreshing..." Fang Ji raised a hand and picked up a plum, put it in front of his nose, closed his eyes, and felt the vitality.

Yijiu smiled slightly and knocked on the door: "Montuo, open the door."

"Brother!" A childish and excited voice came from inside.

With a sound of "squeak", the bamboo door opened wide, Meng Tuo jumped out, looked left and right, and suddenly his smile froze: "Where's Brother Mo?!"

Everyone was silent, and the atmosphere was tense.

"He's gone away...but he'll be back soon. He said, if you're not good, you won't be there!" Eryi said with a smirk on his hips. Words.

Meng Tuo is so easy to fool, this little devil is very slippery, with his hands against the courtyard door, and his eyes are full of displeasure.

"You all are friends of Master Mo! Come in!" An old lady walked over tremblingly on a crutch, covering her mouth and coughing non-stop.

"Mother-in-law!" Meng Tuo let go of his hands and ran over to help her.

"You're being rude again, aren't you! Let someone in!" The old woman picked up a walking stick and tapped Monto's legs lightly.

Meng Tuo chuckled, finally let go of his grievances, and led Fang Ji and his party in.

"Mother-in-law, excuse me!" Fang Ji slapped deeply towards the old woman.

The old lady was over seventy years old, her silver hair was loosely tied behind her head, her cloudy eyes were deeply sunken in the eye sockets, and the creases on her face seemed to be telling the vicissitudes of time.

"Young people are welcome, since it is my old lady's honor to be young master Mo's friend." The old woman raised her hand to support Fang Ji and said with a smile on her face.

She is really a kind and amiable old lady, which warms my heart.

The old lady led everyone into the house tremblingly. The furnishings in the house were quite simple, a big square table, a few chairs, a big cabinet... scattered here and there.

Meng Tuo soon brought a large charcoal basin, the red charcoal was burning vigorously, and everyone sat around the brazier.

Montor stepped back and went to work again.

"Mother-in-law, have you always lived here?" Fang Ji asked softly, humble and respectful.

"That's not true. I was originally a servant of Young Master Mo's family..." The old woman paused, and then said: "Master Mo has not been easy these years. He still thinks that my old lady is lonely, so he has arranged for me here. A residence. Originally, he wanted to give me a big house, but my old wife is almost buried... there is no need for it!"

"Is Wang County your hometown?" Eryi asked curiously, supporting the weak Wang Yiwen.

"Yes. My old lady, I was born here, and I entered Mo's residence when I was ten years old..." She was startled again, and for a moment, the old lady glanced at Wang Yiwen in Eryi's arms, with complicated emotions in her eyes: "This young master Why?"

"He is my elder brother. He was murdered by a traitor and forced to look like this." Fang Ji lowered his eyes and his voice sank a bit.

"Meng Tuo!" The old lady shouted towards the door: "Clean up all the vacant rooms in the courtyard, and let all the young masters live there!"

"Okay!" Montgo poked his head in, glanced at the room, then closed the door, and went to tidy up.

After all, he is a child, a teenager who doesn't know what it means to be sad, and lives freely and purely.

Fang Ji looked up at the plum tree not far from the window, with deep eyebrows and a smile on his face, "Grandma, did you plant this plum tree?"

"The old lady doesn't know a lot of big characters, so how can she have such feelings. It was planted by Young Master Mo himself. It has been many years, and the old lady can't remember..." The old woman pinched her sleeves, as if remembering something, but Eye sockets are red.

"I'm sorry, mother-in-law..." Fang Jiwen said softly.

"I'll cook!" Fang Lai broke the heavy atmosphere, stood up and walked out of the house.

"Young man, do you know where the kitchen is? I'll take you there." The old woman was about to get up, but Fang Ji pulled her sleeve, "Mother-in-law is sitting down, let's go. We can always find it."

After saying that, he looked at everyone, and everyone stood up at the same time.They went out together.

Eryi found Mengtuo and put Wang Yiwen in the guest room.Squatting at the door and guarding.

The rest of the Falcons had never seen fireworks before, and looked at each other in embarrassment.Yi Jiu waved his hand, and they all went to clean the guest room.

Montgo stopped what he was doing and came to help in the kitchen.As soon as he entered the kitchen, he was almost scared to death!

I saw thick smoke billowing from the kitchen, and I couldn't see people's faces clearly.There were bursts of heavy coughing from inside.The flames in the stove had been licked out, and it was about to burn the firewood pile behind, a white figure was flapping desperately with a rag.

"Hey, are you sure! Don't burn down my mother-in-law's house!" Meng Tuo hurried in, covered his mouth and nose with one hand, opened all the windows with the other, and scooped water into the water tank with the basin Splash into the kitchen.

Yijiu walked in with the washed vegetables, frowned, and shouted: "Master, rest!" Then he pulled Fang Ji, who was stupefied, out of the kitchen...

After several tosses and twists and turns, everyone had their meal at dusk.Fang Ji looked at the embarrassed crowd with a look of shame on his face, which was really embarrassing.

The old lady smiled and picked up a chopsticks dish and put it in Fang Ji's bowl, and said: "In the past, Master Mo was the same. The first time he cooked, he almost burned the house down."

"He's just as embarrassed as me?" Fang Ji picked up the chopsticks and hesitated for a while, "Has he learned it now?"

"Of course, our young master knows everything. He is a good man." The old woman patted Fang Ji's arm, "He will get better."

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in the world,

I don't know the smell of fireworks.