Handbook for Avoiding the Court

After a drizzle, the air is fresh, the ink clouds have dispersed, and the sun is warm.

Fang Ji half-closed his eyes and leaned on Mo Jin's lap. Although the carriage swayed a lot, it wasn't that uncomfortable. The two of them stayed quietly for so long.

Maybe the future is bleak and this is just the beginning, but at least this moment is real.

Fang Ji tilted his head slightly, and was supported by a cool hand again. He frowned. This man's hand is always cold, and he can't even cover it with heat, but he always wants to cover himself with heat. I've never been really cold towards him, it's really stupid, and I always think that I don't know anything about everything he does.

Sometimes it's okay to be confused, at least he doesn't want to be too smart in front of his Ah Jin.His grandfather told him that people who are too smart are not good, they will create distance.So, he firmly remembered.

What kind of person is his grandfather?

His impression of him was gradually blurred, because his grandfather was away from the house for many years, and he was always busy with things.

He knew the strangeness of his grandfather's death, and he thought about going to investigate, but his mother said lightly: Parting from life and death is just human nature. Not qualified to die!

When she said this, she was so indifferent and cold, but he was not surprised at all. The image of his mother has always been blurred in his eyes and heart. She is so indifferent to everyone. Zhang Meiyan's face was filled with an unstoppable indifference.

This is his mother, a woman with a dull temperament. When his grandfather was still there, she could stay in Qingliang Temple for a whole year. He missed her, missed her, ran to her, and was always rejected. .

He has no father, and even his mother is just an afterimage.

He has no friends either...

He is not as good as others think, at least in his own opinion, he is not good at all, he would rather be born in a poor family, love each other, the lights are like beans, under the dim light, mother mends clothes, father drinks water and wine, Lie on the side and watch quietly...

The carriage jolted violently, and accidentally, the top of his hair hit the wall of the car, but it didn't hurt. He opened his eyes, and gently stroked the top of his hair with one hand. It was still so cool, but his smile ,warm.

This person whose face was full of blood and tears seven years ago looked at him helplessly, but he left resolutely... If I had rescued him back then...

But he didn't, and forgot about him!

When he was in Yujia Village, when he opened the box and saw the mask, he understood that he didn't want to look at the young man who didn't pay for the mask on the street in the capital, and the person in the dimly lit place... …

That night that made him blind, he picked him up again... It should be said that he came looking for him...

Wangxian Inn, the person with red eyes, the person who risked his life to save himself.

When he needed him the most, he could only look at him from afar. Three months is not a long time, but he felt that his whole life had been exhausted. Fortunately, he came to look for him from thousands of miles away. up...

In the short years, he has been looking for himself...

When they met again after parting, Fang Ji suddenly felt that he was crazy.

After life and death, after lost and found, everything is precious!

There is probably nothing better in this world than finding something lost!

That night of blood wolves, although his consciousness was blurred, he could clearly see in his heart that it was his Ah Jin, who fought against the pack of wolves without fear. The old women are all excellent in martial arts.

But why did he hide himself? He didn't tell, and he didn't ask, because he believed in him.

Fang Ji saw the person on his pillow in front of him, his abnormally white face that was always white, and his hands that were never warm, but he couldn't say anything.

People who are too smart are not good, they will create distance...

For the rest of my life, I will never let you find me again.

"Aji."

Fang Ji broke away from his contemplation, he was a little surprised, this was the first time Mo Jin called his name, and he obviously felt the tremor in his voice.

"Yeah." A hoarse voice.

"What are you thinking……"

A moment of silence.

"I'm thinking, I'll find you in my next life." After saying this, the coldness he had once collapsed in an instant, and it turned out that he was the only one who was cold all this time.

He has no father, no grandfather, and even his mother is so far away.

He is the only light and heat in his life.

The biggest characteristic of Mo Jin is that he is always restrained. Apart from death, probably no one can see what he is thinking.

"Aji, don't you want to ask me something?" Mo Jin leaned down and asked in a low voice.

Ears and temples rubbed together, the atmosphere was beautiful, two hearts were beating each other, Mo Jin's palm was warm, and he pressed against Fang Ji's cheek lightly.

Fang Ji didn't answer his question directly, but whispered in a nasal voice: "You are so nice..."

Frost and ice, it's time to be embarrassed.

"But I have a question for you."

Fang Ji secretly pinched the opponent's thigh, and said with a smirk, "Ask." He looked like a gentleman.

A cold hand grasped the dishonest hand.A faint voice floated from above his head.

"Who is Feng Qian?"

Fang Ji was stunned, his mind suddenly drifted away, and the layers of fog were pushed away, and suddenly he was shocked!

The head resting on Mo Jin's lap jumped up suddenly, he supported his body with one hand, tilted his head, and said, "How did you know?"

Mo Jin didn't speak.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, it was obviously quiet, but there was a sense of tension.

Mo Jin lowered his eyes, pushed down his stubborn head, and covered him with a huge cloak.

The curtains of the car were lifted, the cold wind poured in, the scenery outside the car window became more and more familiar, the trees were still withered, and the sun shone on the body, still very warm.

A cold dagger fell into Mo Jin's palm.

"Throw it away if you don't like it." Fang Ji looked nonchalant, and he was quite happy in his heart.

Mo Jin silently put away the dagger, and said flatly, "Yes."

It's not polite, and it doesn't hide it.

Fang Ji's fire of interest was brutally extinguished.

"What about the prince?"

and also?

"Which prince?" Fang Ji was surprised.

"Are there many princes?"

Fang Ji scratched his head and couldn't think of a second prince.

"Sir..."

Which pot is not open to mention which pot!

"He's my elder brother." Fang Ji was not happy.

"Oh." A relieved voice.

What's going on in this man's head?

This is not the beginning, nor is it the end.

"I have some news to tell you." Mo Jin's eyelashes trembled and his voice was unsteady.

Fang Ji heard a bad breath, and he tried hard to adjust his mentality, as if he was facing a big enemy: "Yeah."

Mo Jin took out a note from his sleeve and handed it to Fang Ji gently.

Fang Ji opened it up and took a look: the body of the eldest son was attacked on the way to Qiao Fushan, the coffin fell to the cliff, Falcon Yijiu's whereabouts were unknown, and there were ten other Falcons.

Fang Ji's heart is half cold!

Who is so cruel!Not a single corpse was spared!Qiu Mansion? ! !

Outside the car window, the shadows of trees whirled, and the dead leaves drifted away with the wind, like snow.

Mr. Qiu and Mrs. Qiu are the founding fathers of the Dazhao Kingdom, and half of the country of the Dazhao Kingdom has their achievements.

In the 13th year of Taiwu in the Dazhao Kingdom, the Lakers invaded the frontier. Mr. Qiu led the Qiu family army and Bian Saiqi, and the troops stationed in Lu Erzhou fought bloody battles for three days and three nights. In the end, the Lakers general Jechel was beheaded, and the Lakers retreated to the mouth of the lake for eight hundred miles.

Mr. Qiu was seriously injured in the bloody battle and passed away at the beginning of the next year.

Emperor Wutai then decreed to treat the descendants of the Qiu family favorably, not only adding officials to ranks, but also giving them iron certificates of alchemy.

The outstanding Mrs. Qiu naturally treated her most favorably, bestowing a crown of flower hairpins, nine trees, two temples, and nine tins.Nine pairs of Di Niao's Zhai clothes, two pairs of Zhai Niao embroidered on the knees, conferred on Mrs. Yipin.

The former Qiu Mansion had infinite scenery and supreme glory. Even decades after the death of Mr. Qiu, the Qiu family still has lingering prestige.

Twenty years ago, Qiu Mingyue, the eldest daughter of the Qiu family, was handpicked by the late emperor to marry Shijiang, the king of Zhennan.

With Qiu and Shi's two families working together, it's a breeze to crush anyone to death in the entire southwest and southeast region!What's more, the Qiu family still has iron coupons of the Danshu in their hands, so what if they are unscrupulous!

When you are away from home, the mountains are high and the water is far away, anything can happen.

From this point of view, there is no doubt that this operation is not the Qiu family.

But Fang Ji vaguely felt that something was wrong, it seemed too obvious, although the Qiu family was unscrupulous, there was really no need to cover it up.

"The trick is clumsy, repeat the old trick!" Fang Ji said in a hoarse voice, concealing unspeakable pain.

"Ah Ji." Mo Jin lowered his eyes and called softly. He stopped with one hand two fingers away from Fang Ji's cheek, and finally turned into a movement. He retracted his fingers silently and curled them into his sleeves.

When a person is weak, his thoughts are easily confused and his emotions are particularly fragile.

With this soft call, Fang Ji's eyes flushed, as if the call aroused the fragility deep in his heart.

"The world is impermanent, life is like a dream, life is suffering." Fang Jiqing put his arms around Mo Jin's waist, closed his eyes slightly, and a gleam of water overflowed.

He couldn't say why, but at that moment, his heart collapsed.

In front of this moody person, he is always the one being pampered, he can do whatever he wants in his arms, but he will only bury all the pain deep in his heart and never open it for him to see.

For a long time, Fang Ji thought that he was walking on a single-plank bridge, which was precarious, and if he fell, his body would be broken to pieces.

Never thought that when he fell, someone would catch him firmly, even though he himself was on the verge of hell.

"You are not alone, you still have me." The hot words made Fang Ji's heart ache.

The heart is suddenly bright, flashing, flashing, shining.

……

A horse neighing brought the affectionate couple back to reality.

"My lord, there is someone blocking the way ahead!" the boy driving the carriage hurriedly said.

"Who is it?" Mo Jin didn't raise his eyes, but asked casually.

"I don't know, it's a group of men in black."

Mo Jin put his arms around Fang Ji's neck tightly, and the two leaned together, like two desperate mandarin ducks who depended on each other for their lives.

The author has something to say:

Under the calm surface, there is a burning heart.

The so-called powerful is just in front of others.

In front of the person you love, you are simply vulnerable.

PS: This chapter has a lot of descriptions in my heart. It's not that I deliberately make up the number of words, but my own true feelings.

A song that breaks my heart.

A stage, even if there is no audience, but still struggling.

Life is bitter.

May all good people be happy and happy.

Where my heart is, I meet the sun.