Handbook for Avoiding the Court

From Jingzhou to the Northwest Palace, you need to pass through eight cities and thirty or forty post stations. The journey is long and vast.

Although Jingzhou is located in the southeast and winter is about to end, the night deep in the dense forest is really cold and icy cold.

The two were still flirting in the first half of the night, but it was not good in the second half of the night.

In this damn weather, for some reason, it began to drizzle, and the pile of life-saving bonfires went out!What's even more unfortunate is that the two of them were drenched in the cold in their sleep!

Fang Ji couldn't move anything except one hand, and everything hurt. When the cold rain poured down, his eyes felt dizzy, and there were three Mo Jin dangling in front of his eyes.

"Three you..." Fang Ji uttered a strange sentence weakly.I don't know if it was talking in sleep or some kind of gibberish, but Mo Jin was confused.

"Be patient, I'll take you out." Mo Jin said softly, seeing that his expression was not right, he stretched out his hand to rest on the pulse of his left hand, and his heart tightened: This man is sick!

These two are really brothers and sisters. Ever since they met, something has always happened, and it's not a good thing!

"Tell me, the two of us... are we destined to clash?" Mo Jin looked at this "weak" Mr. Fang, feeling very uncomfortable. He was so handsome and intact a while ago, but now it will be like this. Is it possible that I am really unlucky?

Fang Ji listened to these words in a daze, coughed a few times, managed to squeeze out a smile, and said to the "three Mo Jin" in front of him: "That's because I beat you, you see, later you have to put I drag it back."

Mo Jin tidied his clothes for a while, bent down, supported him on his back, and walked out of the dense forest.

"Shen?"

Fang Ji's mind is full of Mo Jin's weak and unruly appearance, but he is carrying himself who is so much taller than him, and suddenly feels guilty. When these incidents happened, I almost lost my life.

Not only did he fail to deal with those livestock, but he also made Mo Jin trapped in the forest to serve him.

He gently stretched out his movable hand, pressed Mo Jin's shoulder, and said, "I'm sorry..."

Is this "sorry" a bit late?

Mo Jin obviously didn't expect him to suddenly apologize to himself, and he couldn't help laughing and said, "What stupid things, I never blamed you."

These words were profound and righteous, quite heart-warming, Fang Ji's heart warmed up, he was full of emotion, but he didn't know how to answer the words, he just stared at Mo Jin's neck blankly.

Watching and watching, breathing is still rapid.

Bursts of hot air sprayed on Mo Jin's neck, making his heart itchy.

If Fang Ji hadn't been a wounded person, Mo Jin might have thrown him out!

No matter how he looked at it, Mo Jin felt that the other party was a "big pervert" with his tail between his legs!

Fang Ji, the big pervert, was not so relaxed. His chest was trembling with pain from the two butterfly bones on Mo Jin's back, but he didn't dare to speak out, afraid that the other party would scold him for not knowing what to do, and that the other party would call him Shake down hard.

It hurts a little, but I enjoy it in my heart. Thinking about it this way, I feel more and more that I have liberated my nature, and my heart and eyes are so shameless.

This brazen man leaned his face on the slender neck boldly, closed his eyes, and pretended to be weak.

Suddenly, the hands supporting his knees tightened suddenly, strangling him.

"Are you awake?"

The voice is ethereal, like the sounds of nature, and pleasant to hear.

People are in good spirits on happy occasions, they are satisfied with what they see, and what they listen to is pleasant.

Was seen through again.

Unable to pretend anymore, he raised his head and said vaguely, "I don't want to wake up."

"Then go to sleep."

I really like it.

That head drooped shamelessly again.

After all, he was sick and injured, and Fang Ji fell asleep before he knew it...

The Fang Mansion was full of joy, red lanterns were hung high, and the corridors, lintels, and pillars were all covered with red silk.

The hall is full of guests.

King Ming and his mother sat in front of the hall, looking at the two newcomers with a smile on their faces.

On the other end of a piece of red silk is tied another young man, dressed in red and wearing a gold crown, with a spring face, extremely beautiful.

"Worship heaven and earth."

"Two thanks to the high hall."

"Boom!" With a muffled sound, Fang Ji suddenly fell into a mountain stream, and the back of his head hit something, it was soft.

He opened his heavy eyelids and met Mo Jin's eyes.

"You fell." Mo Jin slowly picked him up and gently put him back on the bed.

This is really embarrassing and ruthless.

Fang Ji was speechless for a moment.

He lowered his head and looked at himself, there was almost no good place on his whole body, it was all wrapped in cloth strips, just like a rice dumpling!

"You made it for me?" Fang Ji asked cautiously, but felt very ashamed in his heart.

Mo Jin was silent for a long time, noncommittal.

"This... turned into rice dumplings." Fang Ji laughed at himself.

"Well, white rice dumplings."

This pick-up was quick, and Fang Ji choked.

"Thank you..." Fang Ji, who didn't know what to say, thanked weakly.

Mo Jin lowered his head, staring at Fang Ji's face, flirting wantonly.

"Could it be that you want to repay me?"

It seems to be on fire!

Fang Ji was so scorched by this gaze that he had nowhere to escape, and thought: "Now that I am like this, people treat me like a fish.

With a slap in the face, he simply closed his eyes, a dead pig is not afraid of being scalded by boiling water, and looks like he can be picked by you.

"Are you dreaming?" Mo Jin stared at him with tender eyes.

This...well, think too much, dirty.

Fang Ji blushed to the base of his neck.

Of course he didn't dare to say what he dreamed about, for fear that after telling, the other party would throw him into the river to feed the fish.

I don't know what kind of nasty thoughts I have, but I think beautifully, and I am still deeply involved in it.

wake up!wake up!

"Oh, I dreamed of a big girl." Fang Ji said nonsense seriously.

Mo Jin was a little surprised, and a complex expression flashed across his face.

"Does it look good?" Mo Jin teased.

"Of course it looks good, the best in the world." Fang Ji stared at Mo Jin, his heart blossomed with joy, and he suddenly became interested and wanted to tease him.

Hearing this, Mo Jin walked away expressionlessly.

He got angry when he got too big.

Fang Ji panicked and said, "It's really pretty, but..."

Mo Jin didn't know what he was flipping through. After a while, he turned around and walked to the bed, holding a cold arrow in his hand.

Isn't it right, if you make nonsense, you will hold a murder weapon and kill someone?

"Is this yours?" Mo Jin handed the arrow to Fang Ji.

Fang Ji took a closer look, wasn't that the weapon that killed his elder brother?

He froze!His complexion was gloomy, and all the joyful thoughts just now disappeared in an instant!

Seeing that Fang Ji's expression was wrong, Mo Jin understood a little bit.

"This arrow is made by imitating my father's method. The method is excellent. I am afraid that the only people in the world who can distinguish the authenticity from the fake are me and the counterfeiter."

As for Mo Jin's father, Mo Beixing, I later asked Falcon to find out a little bit about it. This big disciple of the Poison Doctor School is not only proficient in Qimen gossip, but also Gu poison, medical skills, martial arts, and various weapons. Hidden weapon, with high attainments, almost no one in the world can match, he is a legendary figure, but it is a pity that he disappeared inexplicably two or three years ago.

"This arrow killed my eldest brother Wang Yiwen!" Fang Ji said with a stick in his throat.

A slightly cold hand rested on his shoulder and pressed it lightly.

After a long time, he came close to his ear again, and the scattered black hair hung down on Fang Ji's face and neck. Fang Ji shuddered, but he heard: "Condolences."

These two words brought him back to reality, and he was stuck in it.

"The purpose of this person is obvious. It is nothing more than to continue to stir up conflicts between the two princes. Everyone knows that King Zhennan's weapon is a curved bow named Han Xiao." Mo Jin took another look at the arrow.

After a while, he continued: "Han Xiao is an extremely heavy magic weapon. It needs a person with natural power to pull it away. Once the arrow is shot, it is powerful and can pierce several people."

"Count people?!" Fang Ji was obviously surprised.

He remembered that when the coffin was being built that day, he specially took a closer look at his eldest brother Wang Yiwen. His body was almost intact, except for the ordinary arrow wound, which was only a little more powerful than ordinary bow and arrow.

But according to Mo Jin's description, the arrow can pierce through several people. If the arrow hits the helpless elder brother, then... even if it is not bloody, it will be terrible.

"But the wound on my elder brother's body is nothing more than an ordinary sharp arrow."

Mo Jin stared at the arrow and said, "Ordinary silver is soft, which is not conducive to making such a weapon. My father studied it for ten years before forging it to be extremely tough. Only three people in this world know how to do it. "

"Which three?"

"My father, and me."

"You will too?" Fang Ji stared at Mo Jin's face with wide eyes.

With a sudden wave of his hand, Fang Ji pushed back the hair on Mo Jin's forehead, and a bloody hole was clearly visible.

"What is this?" Fang Ji asked sharply.

"A mad dog drove a horse mad and fell." Mo Jin said with a slight smile and disapproval.

Isn't he that mad dog?At that time, I didn't think about it so much, and I never thought about hurting him.

He cleaned up Fang Ji neatly, but forgot about his injuries!

But Fang Ji never found out, didn't say a word of concern, and was still discussing this damn weapon calmly here.

Fang Ji was stunned for a moment, and said: "Let's not talk about this first, I will clean up the wound for you."

"No, I'll come by myself later." The rejection was straightforward.

"Can you see it?" Fang Ji was a little annoyed, and his voice sank a bit.

"There is a bronze mirror."

Continue to be stubborn.

"Where did you carry the bronze mirror on your body?" Fang Ji couldn't help feeling that this person's lies were worse than himself.

Just this desolate place, this shabby little inn.

Unable to resist, Mo Jin finally acquiesced.

After a while, Fang Ji cleaned up his wound with his only remaining hand, and carefully sprinkled the wound medicine. Mo Jin's long eyelashes fluttered on Fang Ji's wrist, softly, Itchy, suddenly distracted again.

"Are you ready?" An ignorant voice came, and Fang Jifan repented, what was he thinking, dirty!

A gentleman is lustful but not lewd, flirtatious but not obscene, sentimental but not promiscuous.

I read it several times silently in my heart before letting go of my regrets with satisfaction.

After a long time, Mo Jin continued: "There is another person who can do this."

Fang Ji took a look at this serious face, it was really cute, all the grievances and grievances in the world, the calamity of the court, he thoughtlessly forgot all about it, and was eaten by dogs.

"Are you listening?" Mo Jin raised his hand and patted the back of his head.

Fang Ji wasn't annoyed at all, he just thought it was flirting and full of fun.

Mo Jin turned his head, stared at Fang Ji, and suddenly said with a smirk, "You are the one."

Fang Ji almost choked on this sentence, so would he?He himself doesn't know?When did this happen?This scapegoat can really kill people!

Despite the helplessness and grievances in his heart, he pretended not to change his face and said: "Why didn't I know that I would do this?"

Mo Jin stretched out his hand and said sincerely, "I'll teach you and you'll be good at it."

Fang Ji was stunned, grasped the abrupt hand, and thought: This person is usually colder than himself, but he can burn people to death when he speaks...but I like it.

Fang Ji hooked his lips, and said softly, "Ah Jin, you've learned badly!"

The author has something to say:

Fang Ji: This young master has a dignified appearance.

Mo Jin: My son is well-dressed.

Pay attention to image.

Food color also.

Color blinds the mind.