Handbook for Avoiding the Court

Fang Jizheng was grieving secretly, who is this person?What do you want, I always feel that this person is very familiar...

"Uncle Lian." Mo Jin called out to the old man driving the car.

When Fang Ji heard this, he couldn't help being surprised: Ah Jin knew this person?Could it be the person who kidnapped him that night? !

Fang Ji recalled what happened that night, and felt a little uneasy, and involuntarily tightened Mo Jin's fingers.

Mo Jin was very patient, he continued to let Fang Ji hold him back calmly, but stroked the back of Fang Ji's hand with his other hand.

The old man who drove the car seemed to be deaf, but he didn't respond. He continued to drive the car without turning his head or saying a word.

"Lian Zifeng!" Mo Jin's tone became a little more serious.

Fang Ji couldn't help being taken aback, and glanced at Mo Jin, wondering what he was going to do, since he saw it, why didn't he just let this man go to the city before making plans?

Thinking about it this way, I still didn't stop it after all.

Mo Jin's behavior has always been prudent.

At this time, Fang Ji suddenly felt that Lian Zifeng's breath seemed to be a little unstable. Could it be that he was going to attack?

Thinking of this, Fang Ji quietly pulled out the dagger with his hand in his sleeve.

Mo Jin held down his next move, signaling him not to act rashly, and Fang Ji quietly put away the dagger.

Probably even Zifeng himself felt that he had been seen through, so he was too embarrassed to hide his head and tail, and finally said: "You two, sit down, the road is difficult to walk, be careful!"

After saying that, with a loud roar, the bullock cart suddenly accelerated.

Fang Ji and Mo Jin couldn't take it anymore after a violent jolt. After all, they were in pain, and it was even more tormenting at this time.

"Stop!" Fang Ji saw that Mo Jin's body was curled up, his face was haggard and distorted, and his eyes were red. He had never seen Mo Jin in such pain, even when he was cutting bones and gouging flesh!He panicked and shouted at the driver.

As expected, the ox cart stopped, and Lian Zifeng slowly got out of the ox cart and walked to Fang Ji's side. Fang Ji's fingers suddenly clenched a little more, and he hugged Mo Jin into his arms, like a hen guarding a calf. like.

Lian Zifeng saw that he was so nervous, he couldn't help laughing and said: "Little brat, if I want to kill you, you would have crossed the Naihe bridge and drank Mengpo soup long ago, and you can still kiss and love in front of me, tsk tsk... ..."

"Since you didn't come to kill us, what is your intention?" Fang Ji lowered his eyes and saw Mo Jin's increasingly haggard and weak face, his voice trembling.

"I can't see that your boy treats your little lady very well! If I can save him, will you still give it to me..." Lian Zifeng said in a playful tone.

"Okay." Fang Ji interrupted him, and said firmly: "You can save him, it's up to you."

Lian Zifeng looked at Fang Ji in disbelief, sized him up carefully, and said, "It's not that I didn't save him, it's that your sweetheart didn't spare his life. I'm really disappointed. I... "

"Lian Zifeng!" Without waiting for Lian Zifeng to continue, Mo Jin raised his head with difficulty, his lips trembling violently, and he resolutely said, "Don't!"

Lian Zifeng seemed to understand something, shut his mouth very consciously, and jumped into the bullock cart without giving up, the dilapidated carriage trembled three times.

"Are you really so unafraid of death? Is it worth it? I didn't say..."

"Shut up!" Mo Jin's bony hand was bulging with veins, he stretched out his hand with difficulty to grab Lian Zifeng's arm, and said weakly: "Enough..."

Fang Ji didn't say a word, he looked serious.

These two people had deep conversations, and they all told him that this was a secret, a secret that he couldn't let him know, a secret that Mo Jin was hiding from him again!

Since it's a secret, since Mo Jin doesn't want him to know...

"What happened to him?" Fang Ji gritted his teeth, anxiously unable to control himself: "If you can save him once, you will definitely be able to save him again!"

"He..." Lian Zifeng was about to speak, when he caught a glimpse of Mo Jin shaking his head weakly at him, and he slapped his lips again: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's ruthless!"

After saying that, Lian Zifeng took out a white jade bottle from his bosom, pulled out the red cork, pinched Mo Jin's chin, and poured it all into his mouth, not forgetting to say: "My fragrance is priceless today! , don’t die! Remember to return it in the future!”

"Dead?" Fang Ji's heart trembled, he grabbed Lian Zifeng's wrist, and said, "What are you dying for?!"

Lian Zifeng said impatiently: "I won't die! Don't worry, but death is not far away!"

Fang Ji's pupils shrank suddenly!

Another death!

Fang Ji was heartbroken when he heard these two words.

Mo Jin slowed down, his face warmed up, and he said softly, "I'm not well... Don't worry, I won't die, don't mess with me, this medicine is not that precious..."

"Hey! My medicine is extracted from clams, toad urine, centipedes, colorful snake venom, and hundreds of precious Chinese herbal medicines. The colorful snake alone is rare in the world, and it specializes in poisoning Gu poison..."

"Cough cough cough..." Mo Jin coughed violently upon hearing this.

Fang Ji hurriedly patted Mo Jin's back to help him smooth, and angrily said to Lian Zifeng, "How much is it? When I arrive at Yandu City, I'll go to the bank to get the money for you!"

"This... has nothing to do with money..." Mo Jin murmured.

Fang Ji swayed slightly, he didn't know whether these words stimulated him, or the weak and thin person in his arms poked his heart...

He hugged him tightly with resentment, his eyes were a little slack.

Lian Zifeng tactfully jumped to the front of the car, continued to drive the ox cart, and continued to yell: "I said that if you want him to live a few more years, you should protect him well, and the rest is nonsense!"

Fang Ji obviously felt the person in his arms tremble violently a few times!

Fang Ji fell into deep thought.

Protect him well, he never wanted to!But right now, what can he do to protect him?There were wolves in power before, and there were countless pursuers behind. If one is not careful, he will die without a place to bury him!

Fang Ji thought about it but couldn't think of a reason. He was just a grassroots person. Why was he chased and intercepted? He thought of his mother, the woman who was different from a normal mother, and his father who dared not show his face!

How can a man be without a father?

Who is he?

It's hard to say why, but Mo Jin didn't just appear seven years ago, he seemed to have seen him a long time ago, it was definitely not a dream!But he tried hard to remember, but he couldn't remember...

Maybe it was too tired, maybe it was too sad, Fang Ji hugged the person in his arms, and fell into a deep sleep...

"Flowers are fragrant, flowers are beautiful, my brother is happy in his heart, sitting in his arms, Yu Lang is pretty, eyebrows come, eyes go..."

A beautiful child of seven or eight years old is sitting by the covered bridge, holding an orchid in his right hand, circling it with his left hand, and humming a little tune.

"Hey, you are so shameless! Who taught you to sing!" A few older children pointed at him, but the child was not annoyed, but asked innocently: "My mother sang it, why are you ashamed?" ah……"

A black shadow passed by, picked up the child, and shouted sharply: "What are you running around!"

The child was trembling with fright, like a wounded rabbit, with tears streaming down his face, and a light green fluorescent light at the corner of his eyes was very conspicuous...

The other children dispersed.

Fang Ji stared blankly at the man, his piercing cold eyes were like two sharp swords, stabbing him straight back...

"Brother...take me..." The child stretched out his little hand towards him, and looked at him pitifully with his clear and bright eyes filled with tears...

"Ah Jin!" Fang Ji shuddered and woke up suddenly!

When he opened his eyes, it was not Mo Jin, but a smiling old man's face!

Lian Zifeng!

"Hey, spring is coming, the dream of spring is boundless!" Lian Zifeng looked at the two of them again, and said with a sneer, "It's hard to see..."

Hearing this, Fang Ji lowered his eyes subconsciously to see that Mo Jin was falling asleep with his arms around his waist and his chin resting on the crest of his neck.

And his own hands were tightly wrapped around Mo Jin...

Fang Ji let go, and said, "Where is this?"

Lian Zifeng threw away the weeds in his hand, pointed not far away and said: "The gate of the city, Yandu City!" After saying that, he took another bite on the ground, and continued: "I have been resting here for a long time... you two Sleeping enough! Look at me, I can't hold my old face anymore!"

"Sorry...then, let's go to the city!" Fang Ji looked worriedly at Mo Jin who was in his arms, he was probably extremely tired and had slept soundly!

"See, you're wanted again! I've already seen it, it's the two of you, but the drawing is ugly, it's better than mine! Bah!" Lian Zifeng jumped onto the ox cart, shouted loudly, and the ox cart started again. He creaked and continued to move forward.

"Hey, the two of you just killed someone last night, and you were wanted so soon? Is this official with open eyes?" Lian Zifeng joked.

"How do you know so clearly?" Fang Ji asked back.

It was only then that Lian Zifeng realized what it means to say that misfortune comes from the mouth, and too many words will lead to mistakes.

"Anyway, I didn't come here to harm you. You don't care how I know!" Lian Zifeng looked natural, and he didn't feel ashamed at all that he was exposed, and he turned his head and smiled shamelessly at Fang Ji from time to time.

Fang Ji raised his eyelids and looked at him. When Lian Zifeng turned his head, he saw Shang Ji's frost-like face and those iron-like eyes. He shivered involuntarily. It was too cold. !Quickly retract your gaze and drive the car with peace of mind.

Getting closer to the city gate, Fang Ji moved Mo Jin's face inward.

"Stop! Where are you going? Who is it?" Sure enough, several officials came over with portraits in their hands.

Lian Zifeng naturally grabbed the bamboo hat and fanned the wind, with a look of exhaustion on his face, he pretended to be sad and said: "It's unfortunate for my family, my son has just married a wife, and this is what happened to the old man... It's so hard, I have to treat the dead horse of the two of them as a living horse doctor, and drag them to Yandu City to have a look..."

Hearing this, Fang Ji almost choked to death with a mouthful of blood, and thought: This story's ability to make up stories is comparable to Ah Jin's, but I hope this official's lard is fascinated...

The two officials looked left and right, always felt that this matter was deceitful, raised their eyebrows, and said in a strange voice: "Old man, your son seems to be too anxious! Your daughter-in-law's life is really miserable..."

Lian Zifeng said with a half smile but not a smile: "What the messenger taught me is that my son is indeed an old cow swallowing young grass, he deserves to choke to death!" After saying that, he took out a silver coin from his sleeve, and said with a smile: "Here I drink a little wine, the poor, the poor, I still forget that I am considerate..."

The leading official weighed the money in his palm, and seemed not very satisfied, then looked at the dilapidated ox cart, and the clothes of the son and daughter-in-law, and carefully observed the portrait, it seemed that there was nothing suspicious, It is true that there is no more meat left.Unwilling and helpless, he waved his hand, signaling them to leave quickly!

Lian Zifeng whipped the bull's butt hard, and the bullock cart wobbled forward again.

However, there was a burst of laughter behind him!

"There is also a son who looks nothing like Lao Tzu!"

"Hi! Seeing that the son's age is about the same as Lao Tzu's, he probably wants to be a father!"

"That little lady is pretty, why marry such a scumbag, toad?"

"Isn't it! Poor, old, and ugly!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Lian Zifeng flicked his whip resentfully, his face became more and more ugly, and he swears: "Damn Ge, your family is old and ugly!"

Fang Ji didn't say a word, raised his hand and tore off the mask, revealing a handsome face with a haze between his brows and eyes!

The author has something to say:

Fang Ji: When did we meet?

Mo Jin: Think again.

Fang Ji: Eight or nine years old?

Mo Jin: Maybe longer.