Handbook for Avoiding the Court

A thick bloody smell choked Fang Ji's throat, and his heart trembled.He raised his eyes and looked at the wounded man, his complexion dimmed inch by inch, he slowly took his hands and placed them on his hot chest.

"It's okay..." Mo Jin smiled faintly.

Fang Ji let go, turned over the bedside bag, and found a bottle of wound medicine, Fang Ji said helplessly: "There is only one bottle."

Mo Jin had just experienced a fierce fight and was seriously injured. His steps were a little sloppy. Although he stopped the bleeding from the wound, he was still a little dizzy.

Fang Ji stretched out his hand to help him sit on the edge of the bed, and took off his outer robe. The black outer robe was already dripping with blood, and the sleeves and front were all cut by sharp weapons. Fang Ji frowned, his throat couldn't stop rolling up and down , with dim yellow light shining through the eyelashes, there seems to be a gleam of sparkling water.

When she was down to the last layer of unlined clothing, Mo Jin said softly, "I'll do it myself."

Fang Ji was stunned for a moment, and slowly withdrew his hand.

He recalled that day in the carriage, Mo Jin did not let him touch his wound, he was thoughtful, yet seemed puzzled.

"You..." Fang Ji wanted to ask, but stopped again.

"I'm afraid I'll get your hands dirty, nothing else."

Fang Ji stared at Mo Jin in surprise, this was obviously a perfunctory lie, he sighed helplessly.

The snow-white unlined garment was already stained with blood, Mo Jin squeezed his chapped lips, took off the bloody garment sticking to his body, and lay down cautiously with Fang Ji's support.

Fang Ji found a pure white silk shirt, tore it into pieces, and gently wiped away the blood.

Suddenly, a large scar on Mo Jin's snow-white chest stood out!The scars are criss-crossed, seemingly disorganized, with different shades of color, like centipedes moving zigzagging...

Fang Ji's eyes blinked rapidly, his breathing was rapid, his heartbeat was also accelerating, and his blood was boiling. He tried hard to restrain his upset, and said in a hoarse voice: "What's the matter with your scars?"

Mo Jin half-closed his eyes, his face was full of tiredness, but he said as if nothing had happened: "It's hot in the shower..."

Fools don't hide it.

Fang Ji was choked by his indifferent answer, and he said sullenly, "Can you still burn like this in the bath? Are you serving wontons?"

"It was a long time ago, I forgot."

Fang Ji didn't ask any more questions, because he knew that Mo Jin didn't want to talk about it, so naturally it wasn't a good memory, and it was inconvenient for him to expose his scars.

He took a silk cloth and continued to clean up the blood for him, but Mo Jin didn't stop him, and he was tangled for a while, why is he this time?

While feeling sad, the four blood holes in the lower left abdomen frightened Fang Ji's movements, what is this!

Before Fang Ji could ask, Mo Jin took the initiative to tell him, "I've been hit by a hidden weapon. Take out the dagger from my brocade bag and cut it out for me."

For a long while, there was no movement.

Mo Jin opened his eyes, looked at Fang Ji's worried and distressed face, and said with a smile, "Why are you in a daze, let's start, do you want that Buddhist bead to take root in my body?"

After saying that, Mo Jin leaned sideways and took out brocade bags from under the pillow, took out a dagger and handed it to Fang Ji.

Fang Ji's mind suddenly became clear after being shaken by the dagger in front of him. He took the dagger and rubbed it lightly with his fingertips.

He asked in disbelief, "Why don't you throw it away?"

"I'm very rare for such a good magical weapon. It's a pity to lose it. Besides, it saved your life, and it can save mine now. Maybe it can save your life in the future..."

Mo Jin picked up a strand of hair behind the ear, put it between his lips and bit it.

Fang Ji moved to the table, put the oil lamp on the low stool by the bed, and pulled out the dagger, the cold light was shining, the blade was roasting back and forth in the flame, and the wick occasionally made a crackling sound.

When the edge of the blade was slightly red, Fang Ji took out the dagger and let it cool down. With trembling hands, he said in a hoarse voice, "Ah Jin, are you ready..."

"Yes." Mo Jin replied softly.

"I have a question for you." Fang Ji didn't act immediately, he asked softly, "Who are these killers?"

Mo Jin bit his hair a little in his mouth, and replied vaguely: "There are several groups, one group... is related to the third prince." The one who wants to take your life."

"Why did you take my life? I'm just a grassroots person. What about the others?"

"That fake Zen master Yuanfa is dressed up by a killer with outstanding martial arts skills, and the mask on his face is specially made by the poison doctor's school..." Before he could finish speaking, a burst of sharp pain came from the lower left abdomen, accompanied by a slight pain. Mo Jin was sweating profusely from the pain, but he insisted on not saying a word.

With a soft sound, the first bead was picked out, and there was still a trace of Mo Jin's flesh on the bead.

Fang Ji took a deep breath to calm down his chaotic mood.

"Scream if it hurts. Don't hold back." Fang Ji's voice trembled.

"continue."

The abdomen was pierced by the dagger again and again, and stirred again and again. Although Fang Ji was extremely cautious, he could still feel that Mo Jin was shaking all over, the veins on his thin white neck burst out, his hands were tightly clutching the quilt, his knuckles were pale .

Fang Ji picked up the wound medicine and sprinkled it on the bleeding wound.

The second, the third...

With the final sound, the fourth prayer bead was finally picked out and fell to the ground, mixed with blood and flesh!

Mo Jin's consciousness was a little fuzzy, and a line of clear tears meandered down, falling into the pit of his neck.

For half an hour, the two seemed to have experienced half their lives.

Fang Ji threw away the dagger, put his arms around his slender waist, passed the silk cloth under Mo Jin's waist with his other weak hand, and concentrated on binding it.

There was no time to relax, and enduring the pain, he carefully cleaned and bandaged Mo Jin's bone-scarred arm.

In the end, he couldn't hold it back, a tear fell and hit Mo Jin's face, refreshing and refreshing.

Mo Jin grabbed his hand, moved his lips, and squeezed out a stiff smile.

Fang Ji leaned over tremblingly, resting his chin with one hand, the corners of his lips moved, he choked up and said, "Ah Jin, you are so stupid."

Mo Jin raised his hand to press Fang Ji's back neck, and said, "Kiss me once, and it won't hurt."

Fang Ji smiled sadly, stroked Mo Jin's face, and said softly, "I don't want you to be hurt anymore, but I always hurt you, from seven years ago when I left you behind, to later on in the capital. On the main street, there is also the Fu'an Inn, on the top of Wushan Mountain, and later on in the Qiu Mansion, you sacrificed your life to save me, and, also, when your life is hanging by a thread, there is nothing I can do, I can only watch you Being kidnapped by the enemy...and now seeing you covered in blood...I..."

"You treat me well with your life, but I... I'm clumsy and clumsy..."

Mo Jin's eyes widened, and he stared blankly at this man who usually seldom speaks, but said so many stupid things to him in one breath. Every word, every word of his was smashed into Mo Jin's heart.

It turned out that he knew all about it.

Knowing his sad place, the corners of his eyes were wet and red, and tears fell silently.

"Why are you crying... Am I living a good life?" Mo Jin blamed.

Mo Jin's hand on the back of Fang Ji's neck suddenly tightened, and Fang Ji was caught off guard. Their foreheads touched their foreheads, their noses touched their noses, and their breaths intertwined.

Fang Ji turned over Mo Jin's hand and clasped it tightly.

The lips are tightly attached to each other, pious and gentle, bit by bit, shallow, light, and deeper groping.

Fang Ji stared at Mo Jin's eyes again and again, feeling more and more that he was so good-looking, and his eyes were full of love.

He lifted his chin, from the smooth forehead, to the eyes, the tip of the nose, and finally landed on the soft lips.

A numbness immediately spread through Fang Ji's limbs, and with a muffled sound, Fang Ji buried his head in Mo Jin's neck...

They have never been so enthusiastic, and all the hardships and pains of the past have disappeared in this instant.

Outside the window, the osmanthus trees are swaying with the wind, the indoor lights are full of lights, the breeze is light, the fragrance is bursting, and the atmosphere is sluggish.

Fang Ji's uncontrollable aggressive gaze made Mo Jin's heart tremble violently, and a cruel thought aroused his last rationality.

Mo Jin raised his hand and tapped Fang Ji's chest lightly, and Fang Ji collapsed limply on top of him.

Fang Ji's emotional face was full of astonishment!

"You...pressed on my wound...it hurts..." Mo Jin coughed dryly a few times, his whole body felt uncomfortable, his eyes dodged.

The reasons this person lies for are all so lame, and he obviously didn't press on his wound at all...

"I... feel uncomfortable." Fang Jiman said in embarrassment, "Ajin...."

"Then let me chat with you!" Mo Jin's heart was overwhelmed, all kinds of feelings came to his heart, why didn't he...

There was a familiar silence, followed by gasps that gradually dissipated.

"Take a good rest. We may have to leave overnight. When it dawns, those corpses in the courtyard...we won't be able to leave until we report to the officials."

Fang Ji said nothing.

Mo Jin guessed that he was really uncomfortable, so he smiled wryly, suppressed his suffocating heartbeat, and said, "We may have to change our outfits and set off, and every day after that will be bloody and rainy..."

"Why are they killing us?"

After a moment of silence, Fang Ji said with a sneer: "Can you untie my acupoints, I can't beat you with my appearance..."

Out of the corner of Fang Ji's eyes, he caught a glimpse of the man with hot cheeks and blushing face, and felt very uncomfortable. Could it be that he was too frightening for Meng Lang?

After a while, a sigh sounded in my ears.

Mo Jin unlocked Fang Ji's acupuncture points, his voice hoarse: "Specifically, they want to hurt your life..."

"So, I've got you in trouble again..." Fang Ji turned sideways, with complicated eyes, he couldn't help stretching out his hand to caress Mo Jin's bloodless face.

"But it's all related to me... Although they didn't want my life, they framed us in every possible way." Mo Jin raised his arm and put it on the back of Fang Ji's.

"For the treasure and the booklet?"

"Well, you know everything?"

"What unspeakable secrets do you have to hide from me?" Fang Ji flipped his hand over and clasped Mo Jin's hand firmly, seeming a little dissatisfied.

"Ah Ji, I have a problem, please give me some time..." Mo Jin was flustered and turned his face away.

For this reason again, Fang Ji remembered what he said to himself after he came down from Wushan that day... What is he hiding!

Fang Ji really wanted to know, but he didn't want to force it, so he finally chose to compromise.

Fang Ji leaned close to Mo Jin's ear and whispered, "But I'm feeling really uncomfortable right now!"

There was a sound of rustling clothes, a hand slipped into Fang Ji's lapel, and slowly walked along his smooth and firm skin until that unspeakable place...

"I'll help you……"

The sound is like mosquitoes, drowned in panting.

The author has something to say:

Caused by love, love is hard to control.

The author said, I am too difficult.

He hesitated for three hours.

The little river crab climbed up to my heart.

Make a little progress every day, compare your heart!