Handbook for Avoiding the Court

It was dawn, and the light gray sky gradually became brighter, deserted and blue.

A forest path, the dense fog has not yet dispersed, in the haze, there is a man and a woman, supporting each other, walking slowly.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the two people's temple hair, eyebrows, eyelashes, and even the tip of their noses were covered with a layer of water mist like a white gauze.

Probably tired, one of the men leaned on a big stone and wanted to sit down.

But the woman blocked it with her hand, lifted her skirt to wipe off the mist on the boulder, the man looked at the woman's glistening eyes, and raised his hand to wipe the water from her face and temples. The mist wiped and wiped, revealing a faint smile.

"Your leg is injured, take a rest for now." The woman spoke softly, and everyone who heard it felt numb.

"A Jin, you look like a dream to me..." Fang Ji looked at Mo Jin's female attire, couldn't help but stroked his bun, and continued: "I won't see you for a while. Really."

Mo Jin lowered his eyes subconsciously, looked around at his attire, and then closed his eyes to rest his mind.

Fang Ji looked at Mo Jin's tired face, thinking that the two of them stayed up in the middle of the night and had been discussing who would be more reasonable to pretend not to be discovered.

Starting from father and son, I disagree.

And then mother and child, it's even worse.

Then there is the brother, who himself refuses.

sisters?That is impossible.

brother and sister?I don't agree with myself.

His heart is so obvious that Fang Ji himself feels uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Mo Jin didn't bother with him so much. In front of him, except for that matter, Mo Jin would obey his orders and docilely make Fang Ji feel ashamed.

In order to allow himself to get out of bed and walk, Mo Jin gave him acupuncture and moxibustion for a while, and used internal medicine to adjust his breath.

Mo Jin, who had only rested for a while, went into the room of the proprietress of the inn again, threw down a piece of silver, and took a set of clothes to dress himself up. Fortunately, the proprietress was tall and barely manageable.

Because Fang Ji's leg was seriously injured, he was almost supported by Mo Jin all the way. He stopped and stopped for half the night, but he actually walked quite a distance.

Fang Ji took Mo Jin, who was resting with his eyes closed, and sat on the big rock together, silently, and said softly, "Ah Jin, you have worked hard."

Without saying a word, Mo Jin opened his eyes slightly, with a slight smile on his lips. After a while, he took out a shortbread from his bag, and said in a low voice, "Here."

"Where did you find it?" Fang Ji was stunned, took the shortbread, looked down, a little unbelievable.

This cake looks really strange, it has no shape, different thickness, and it is very big...

"I bought it." Mo Jin said softly, with an unnatural look on his face.

"Is there such an ugly shortbread for sale? Besides, it's in the middle of the night, where did you buy it?" Fang Ji looked suspiciously at Mo Jin's erratic eyes, and couldn't help laughing inwardly: Ah Jin is so casual in her behavior, three Even a child at the age of [-] can't help it...

"I...made it by myself in the innkeeper's kitchen." Mo Jin looked up at Fang Ji's smiling peach eyes, and couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed. He stretched out his hand to snatch the despised shortbread, and said, " If you think it's ugly, give it to me, and you go to the city to buy something delicious."

Fang Ji lifted the cake in his hand, but Mo Jin missed it, Fang Ji looked at Mo Jin's displeased expression, thought for a while, then tore the cake in half, saying: "Blessed to share. "

Mo Jin didn't answer and didn't say anything.

Fang Ji panicked, look at his stupid mouth!Kindness is regarded as the liver and lungs of a donkey.

Although I don't know why Mo Jin suddenly made such a not-so-pretty shortbread for me for no reason, but after all, it's out of my heart.

After a long time, Fang Ji pulled Mo Jin onto his lap and sat down. Without waiting for anyone's reaction, he leaned into his ear again and whispered, "My lady, I was wrong..."

The sound of "Lady" came like a flood, and Mo Jin trembled in shock. He stood up suddenly, and was dragged back violently!

Fang Ji put his arms around Mo Jin with one hand, pinched the shortbread with the other, tilted his head and stared at his face.

Even though her black hair was casually pulled up into a bun, and no makeup was applied, her lips were still red and her teeth were white, her eyes were full of spring, and her skin was more radiant than snow.It doesn't even feel like being angry.

This scene is like a stinky hooligan spying on a young girl.

Mo Jin stopped struggling, took a few breaths, his eyes were still a little bloodshot, he changed his voice again, and said with some shame and indignation: "You are enough..."

Probably because he was too tired, and his voice was astringent and dry.

A blush appeared on Mo Jin's face, and a trace of sweat broke out from his forehead.

Fang Ji smiled and let go of his hand. Mo Jin quickly stepped aside, bowing his head in silence, like a frightened little animal.

Fang Ji looked at the pitiful appearance, and suddenly felt that he was wretched, so he stopped Meng Lang and ate the shortbread by himself.

In an instant, a huge shortbread was eaten into the stomach, and there was not a single piece left.

There was a hint of a smile on Mo Jin's face.

"Ah Jin, what are you laughing at?" Fang Ji caught a glimpse of Mo Jin's strange smile, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Your beard..." Mo Jin couldn't help laughing suddenly.

Fang Ji touched the thriving beard on his chin, only to find that the beard might have fallen off in half because he had surpassed Meng Lang just now!

This is really embarrassing!

Fang Ji was stunned for a moment, and he simply tore off his beard without doing anything else!comfortable!

Mo Jin slowly took out a middle-aged man's breast from his sleeve, poured some potion, and stretched out his hand to cover Fang Ji's face.

Fang Ji stretched out his hand to touch it, his face was full of creases, and then looked at Mo Jin's young and beautiful face, he couldn't help feeling cold, he took a deep breath, and said: "Is this too old?" more?"

"Good."

He spoke well, but his body was honest. Mo Jin just glanced at Fang Ji's face, then hurriedly looked away, unable to bear to take a second look.

Fang Ji raised his eyebrows thoughtfully.

Suddenly, his figure flashed, and he grabbed the man to his chest. Mo Jin couldn't bear to look at his face because he was so close, so he didn't have time to dodge. The back of his head hit Fang Ji's chest hard, and Fang Ji choked hard. Take a few bites.

Probably because of the severe pain in the wound, and after tossing and tossing for most of the night, both of them frowned at the same time.

After a brief silence.

Fang Ji looked down at Mo Jin's eyes, but it was not enough, as if he wanted to see him into his heart.

Mo Jin looked away, collected himself, and said calmly, "You are my father now."

This sentence is like a basin of cold water, pouring Fang Ji's heart into a chill!

This person always likes to spoil the scenery and throw cold water.

Fang Ji felt that he had been hit hard, so he let go of Mo Jin, got up and pretended to leave.

A cold hand behind him grabbed him, "Sit down a little longer and wait for the passing vehicles to give us a break."

With this soft voice, Fang Ji suddenly felt refreshed, and all the unhappiness in his heart disappeared, so he couldn't help laughing.

Mo Jin calmly pointed to the big rock beside him, motioning for him to sit down, his movements were extremely calm and natural.

The two sat on the big rock together again, relatively silent.

This moment seems particularly long.

Not long after, a golden light flashed out of the dark blue clouds, and the sun came out.

There was a sound of wheels in the distance, accompanied by the yelling of the driver, getting closer.

"There is a car." Mo Jin jumped off the boulder, straightened his clothes, and looked forward.

When the car came closer, it turned out that it was a strong old man driving an ox cart.

It was a coincidence that I was lucky to be able to wait for a car so early in the morning. Although it was just a bullock cart, it was better than walking.

"Old man, can you take me and my father into the city?" Mo Jin bowed, looked at Fang Ji behind him, and said in a soft voice, "My father has bad legs and feet, and it is difficult for him to walk. I hope that this will be convenient for you." .”

The old man looked at the two of them, and said with a pleasant smile: "It's fine, it's convenient for others."

"Thank you, old man." After saying that, he helped Fang Ji into the bullock cart.

From the beginning to the end, Fang Ji felt that he was out of the situation, and Mo Jin's flowing movements made him feel at a loss, so he had to cooperate honestly.

"Are you two going to Yandu City?" The old man drove the ox cart slowly, and said: "Yandu City is very chaotic, I don't know what you two are talking about going to the city?"

"My father is not in good health, so naturally he went to see a doctor in the city." Mo Jin filially stroked Fang Ji's back, and then rubbed Fang Ji's shoulders.

The old man looked back at the two of them, with a smile all over his face, and said loudly: "The girl is really filial. Whoever can marry a girl in the future must be a blessed person!"

Hearing this, Fang Ji couldn't help laughing secretly. He squinted his eyes, stroked his sparse gray and white mustache, glanced at Mo Jin maliciously, turned sideways to the old man driving the car, and said, "This is my wife. Brother, don't get me wrong."

The bullock cart shook violently, and the two subconsciously hugged each other in a very ambiguous posture.

The old man driving the car hurriedly turned his head and said: "The road is not easy, you two... hold on to it!" Probably because he was confused by the complicated relationship between the two, the old man shook his head vaguely.

"Thank you, brother." Fang Ji smiled and looked at the old man's back.

Mo Jin was very uncomfortable. All the stories he worked so hard to make up were disrupted by this self-righteous person, and he didn't know how to talk back for a while.

"Old man... I." Mo Jin was about to explain, but felt that it was unnecessary. People in the rivers and lakes just meet each other by chance. After this journey, they each disappeared into the vast sea of ​​people.

"Young lady, don't worry about it. The little old man has lived most of his life. There are many old couples and young wives. As long as your husband treats you well, that's enough!"

The old man saw it very thoroughly, and Fang Ji deeply agreed.

"My brother is right. Of course, I treat her very well, but I have a thin skin, which made my brother laugh!" Fang Ji rolled up his sleeves and bowed to the old man, with a very sincere and sincere attitude.

Mo Jin's face was blue and red for a while, and he sat on pins and needles, wishing he could jump off the rickety bullock cart at this very moment!

Fang Ji looked at Mo Jin who was looking embarrassed, his smile froze, he put his arms around Mo Jin's shoulders, and said vaguely: "Is your lady not feeling well?"

Mo Jin didn't answer, but raised his eyes to look carefully at the back of the old man who drove the car, and suddenly his eyes flashed sharply!

Fang Ji seemed to understand what Mo Jin was thinking. This old man was really strange. This kind of forest path, so early in the morning, not to mention bullock carts, even pedestrians are scarce, and the two of them hugged because they were injured and couldn't walk. Waiting for a glimmer of hope, I never thought that a bullock cart would appear so soon, which was too smooth.

Thinking of this, he calmly approached Mo Jin's cheek, kissed it lightly, and said in a deep voice, "Mistress, don't panic."

Mo Jin stretched out his hand hidden in his sleeve, and pinched Fang Ji's arm fiercely.

Fang Ji frowned in pain, before he could react, a cold dagger was stuffed into his sleeve.

Fang Ji lowered his eyes, held the hand hidden in his sleeve calmly, and smiled at Mo Jin again.

The two tacitly kept silent.

At noon, the sunlight is particularly strong, and the clouds in the sky are constantly changing and moving.

At this time, it is only more than ten miles away from Yandu City.

The three of them were silent all the way, and the atmosphere was weird.

The author has something to say:

Fang Ji: Why did you make a pancake?

Mo Jin: It's convenient.

Fang Ji: Tell the truth.

Mo Jin: The future is long.

Fang Ji: There is ambiguity.

Mo Jin: Think about it.