Handbook for Avoiding the Court

And at this very moment, that Wang Xuan, whose alias was Yijiu, was escorting Wang Yiwen's body back to the northwest in Jingzhou city.

Yijiu was driving the carriage containing Wang Yiwen's body, with a solemn expression.There was no funeral procession, no band playing, not even a coffin.

Fang Ji was riding a horse, with black hair and white clothes. Although his face was expressionless, he still showed the chicness of Yushu facing the wind.

Since the doctors in Jingzhou City were rescued some time ago, the city has returned to its former tranquility, and the refugees have gradually dispersed.

The assassination of Prince Ming's son caused another upsurge, and I don't know how many people are talking about it.

Emperor Shaokang, who was called the faint king, immediately withdrew Wang Yiwen's charges, allowed him to return to Northwest Haosheng for burial, and ordered the prefect to find out the truth within one month.

However, Taishou He did not convey the emperor's will, and prepared to abscond.

This prefect He is really a coward, two famous princes, the Qiu Mansion who is coveting, and an unfathomable prince in the imperial city, and the most terrible thing is that there is also a mysterious and strange emperor, all of them are warning Whatever he does is wrong, no matter what he does, it is a dead end anyway.

Helpless, he can only find a way out in the cracks.

Wang Yiwen is dead. What's ridiculous is that his wanted portrait is still hanging at the gate of the city, but the portrait is so dilapidated that no one cares about it for a long time. Everyone seems to have forgotten about it, and probably thinks that they have already escaped from the city.

Several guards at the gate of the city were absent-minded with drooping eyelids. The cold wind blew across their faces like knives, and their mouths were filled with white mist.

"Stop!" Two guards held spears and blocked the way of the carriage.

The two guards looked at Yijiu, and then at Fang Ji, who was riding on a tall horse. There was gloom and evil on his handsome face!A pair of gloomy and fierce eyes glanced at the guard condescendingly.

Feeling guilty, the two guards pretended to check and then let them go.

"My lord, you are so fierce today..." Fang Lai came over from behind and said in a low voice.

Fang Ji's face was frosty, and he glanced sideways at Fang Lai, straightened up, took the rein with both hands, and shouted "Drive!"A white shadow flew past everyone's eyes as fast as lightning!

"Young master!" Fang Lai shouted, but Fang Ji had already disappeared from sight!

He just saw that Fang Ji was too sad and wanted to reassure him, wasn't it always like this before?The worst result is to be scolded by him as "talking too much!" or get a blank stare.Never thought about it but it didn't work this time...

Not only did he fail to appease him, but he also comforted him and ran away!

"It's okay, he has his own measure." Yi Jiu turned around and said to Fang calmly.

***

A carriage wobbled to a stop in front of a tea shop. The brother who drove the carriage jumped out of the carriage, clasped his fists, and said, "Master, you have arrived."

Mo Jin opened the curtain, and his younger brother helped him out of the car. After sitting for too long, his body was swaying, and his chest was tight.

"Master, you're tired. You'll be fine after a short rest. I'll take my leave." After saying that, he jumped into the carriage and staggered away again.

The setting sun was about to set, and the sky was covered with a golden glow, so bright that it was hard to keep your eyes open. Mo Jin squinted his eyes and looked into the distance. There was a tea shop not far away. On the flagpole, a piece of faded rag was written crookedly The word "tea".

"My lord, let's drink some tea!" A fat old man waved to Mo Jin.

Although this tea shop is dilapidated, it is also clean. It is next to the lake, and the scenery is excellent.

There were three or two guests in the tea tent, whispering.

Mo Jin sat down by the lake, and the old man walked over quickly with a long sweat towel around his neck, carrying a teapot, quickly poured the hot tea, bowed and said, "Master, take it easy. "

"Thank you." Mo Jin nodded in greeting.

In the blink of an eye, three months will pass, and the reunion will only take a few days, and it will be a long separation. This long separation makes him feel that this time must be a dream.

In a daze, in a trance.

The dream seven years ago has not yet awakened, but it is a pity that the person has long since forgotten.It's funny that I made a chance encounter again, but that person still didn't notice it.

Thinking of this, it seems that there is a blockage in the heart, the complexion is heavy and heavy, and the eyes are looking into the distance. In a few days, it will be New Year's Eve, spring is coming, when will the heavy snow in the north melt?

Mo Jin was meditating inwardly, when suddenly there was a commotion, and he looked sideways, four men dressed as officials came in swaggeringly, threw their weapons on the table, and shouted: "Little old man, bring a pot of good tea!"

"Okay, okay!" The old man walked over tremblingly with hot tea, took off his sweat towel and wiped it on the table.Immediately set up the teacups, pour the hot tea, and move away quickly.

"Sit, sit, sit!" The four sat down at the same time, and after a while, the pot of hot tea ran out, and they asked the old man for another pot, and a plate of peanuts by the way.

"Bah, this tea is really rough!" The official started to make noise, grabbed a handful of peanuts and threw it into his mouth, took another sip of tea, disgusted and continued to drink.

"Drink if you can, I'm afraid you won't even be able to drink this in the future!" The official sitting opposite laughed.

"It's also his mother's unlucky luck. You said that if we are on the job and fool around, we can fool around until we die. This Jingzhou City has probably recruited a disaster star, and all the big shots are gathered together! This is good. Two heirs died, just one county magistrate, and even the prefect He was killed last night!" The noisy official seemed to be quite temperamental, and the more he spoke, the more unscrupulous he became.

"Hush! Brother, keep your voice down! Be careful that the wall has ears!" The official seated opposite looked around the tea canopy, then reached into his arms and touched it, as if he was relieved.

"It's about, look at that man, he has a dejected look on his face! It's really bad luck, he's either an evil spirit or a consumptive ghost!" The official who was sitting facing Mo Jin poked the official on the left with his elbow, and whispered .

"Hey, don't talk too much, don't talk too much. We will part ways in a while. It is important to deliver the letter! Don't make trouble!" Compared with the other three officials, the official seated opposite was much more cautious.

"Have you heard that the beggar prince has an illegitimate child!" The noisy officers and soldiers began to talk nonsense again.

"Stop talking nonsense! Where did you hear that!" The official seated opposite gave him a look, and said, "You drank too much this morning, and you're still sluggish?"

"How can I, I'm awake, I'm not talking nonsense, I was on duty the night before, and I heard it with my own ears." The noisy official said in a low voice, like a mosquito: "I'm telling you..."

Mo Jin frowned, picked up his teacup, walked up to the four officers and soldiers, and said calmly, "Don't gossip about others."

"Hey, tuberculosis ghost, did you say you?" The noisy official stood up with a red face and a thick neck, and pushed Mo Jin hard. Mo Jin's eyes flashed a icy sharpness. But he didn't move at all, and it was the noisy official who fell to the ground.

"You!" The noisy officer's legs went limp, and the palm that pushed Mo Jin instantly turned black!

"Young master, you are a big man. My old brother is usually sloppy, but he drank too much this morning, and now he is talking nonsense and his mind is not clear. Don't worry about him, let him go! "The opposite seated official helped up the noisy official, clasped his fists with both hands and bowed again.The other two officials stood up, apologized and saluted one after another.

Mo Jin raised his hand, a burst of fresh fragrance hit his face, and the black marks on the noisy man's palm gradually disappeared.

Mo Jin continued to sit down and drink hot tea without saying a word.

After a while of silence, the four officials threw down a few copper coins. Before leaving, the noisy official who was extremely dissatisfied with the tea still couldn't help but turned around and scolded the old man: "Your rough tea tastes like horse urine. So-so! So bitter! Bah!"

The old man nodded and bowed his head, and hurriedly replied: "What the official taught me! I've been negligent! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Mo Jin's eyes flashed, and a shadow flicked across his sleeves, the noisy official staggered, a sleeve arrow shot at his shoulder, and he grinned in pain.

Originally thought that a bloody fight was about to start, but nothing happened.

"Okay, okay! Let's go, it will be dark in a while!" The cautious official hurriedly dragged the noisy official who was still spitting obscenities, and the four of them dragged Dragging out of the tea shed, there was a sound of horseshoes.

"These officials are becoming more and more outrageous. They are showing off their power all day long! They are just a few errands, and they still think the old man's tea is rough! They deserve to be taught a lesson! Evil comes with evil!" The old man threw the sweat towel on the table, Angrily cleaned up the mess on the table.

With a bang, the teapot fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces, and the remaining hot tea splashed on the old man's trouser legs.

The old man leaned over to pack up the pieces and sighed deeply.

Not long after, all the guests in the tea tent had left, leaving Mo Jin alone.

The old man may be old, and fell asleep leaning on the tea tent doorpost, still snoring.

I don't know if he thought of someone, Mo Jin's heart was touched.

He stood up, gently pushed the old man, and said: "Old man, wake up, it's cold."

The old man sniffed, turned sideways, and went back to sleep.Mo Jin smiled helplessly, took off the cloak on his body, covered the old man, took out a silver ingot from his bosom, and stuffed it into the old man's palm.

Mo Jin raised his eyes and looked at the gradually darkening sky, feeling lost in his heart.

It seems that today can not wait.

Just as he was feeling melancholy, there was a sound of neighing from a horse. Although the sky was dark, that white shadow was quite eye-catching.

He was startled slightly, Tianling Gai struck like a bolt of lightning, which made him tremble all over.

The other party seemed to have noticed him too. He rode on horseback and slowly walked towards him.

"you……"

"you……"

The eyes of the two collided, and the smile overflowed on the face and hit into the heart.

The two people who are not good at words, just look at each other like this, obviously emotional and excited, but it turns into a word "you", and they look at each other without embarrassment.

After a long silence, Fang Ji slowly stretched out his hand and said, "Come up."

Before anyone could reply, Fang Ji leaned over to pick up the man and stuffed him into his arms. Mo Jin panicked and almost fell off his horse.

"Steady it up." Before he finished speaking, the reins were tightened, and the horse galloped wildly.

Mo Jin had never ridden a horse before, and a gust of cold wind whizzed past his ears. He froze, with one hand on the horse's back, and the other behind him, grabbing Fang Ji's lapel tightly. Shaking uncontrollably.

The people behind him seemed to feel it, and he pulled the cloak around his body to wrap it tightly.

"Is it still cold?" A warm hand reached into the cloak and covered the other cold hand.

A gust of hot air gushed out from behind his ear, Mo Jin's face was burning red, and there were bursts of scorching heat in his heart.

"No... cold." Mo Jin said in a hoarse voice in a daze.

"How long have you been waiting here?" A very restrained and gentle voice.

"It's been a long time..." Mo Jin closed his eyes and murmured.

"How long is a long time?" The other party insisted.

"One day is like three autumns, what about March?"

The horse stopped suddenly.

There was a short silence, Fang Ji turned Mo Jin's face, sniffed each other, and warm breath brushed his cheeks.

"Not seeing each other in three months is like three lives apart."

Winter is about to pass, spring is warming up, and the stars and the moon are shining.

A pair of Bi people, the atmosphere is beautiful.

The author has something to say:

A day without seeing is like three autumns,

Not seeing each other in March is like three lives apart.

I solemnly promise: I will not separate if I can not separate in the future.

Even if we separate, it will only be for a while.

In self-examination.