Handbook for Avoiding the Court

At nightfall, the three of them found an inn, and Lian Zifeng walked in carelessly, followed by Fang Jiheng who was holding Mo Jin who was still asleep.

There is only one girl in Tsing Yi in front of the counter in the store, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with her forehead resting on her left hand, her eyebrows lowered, her right hand holding a brush and twirling in a circle.

Probably because her mind was so distracted, she didn't even raise her eyelids after calling Zifeng a few times, and she was still in a daze on her own.

"Robbery!!!" Lian Zifeng slapped the counter, and the small objects on the counter fell to the ground, and two candles were extinguished in an instant!

The girl was startled, and suddenly raised her head, she was a pretty, delicate and delicate little girl.

"Who dares to rob! Auntie, have I agreed!"

A sharp sound pierced the eardrums of people with pain!

The Lion Roar of the River East is nothing more than that!

Lian Zifeng probably didn't expect to be overwhelmed by the aura of a little girl, good men don't fight with women!

He smacked his mouth, he was a little timid, and said, "Stay in the hotel."

"Stop robbing?!" The girl was very unforgiving, staring at Lian Zifeng with big eyes!

"Hey...it's almost done!"

"How?! Old man!"

These two people are probably born with incompatibility, and their aura is wrong.

Fang Ji looked at the two of them indifferently, talking to each other, and he really couldn't get in. This was the first time he saw this scene.

I had to wait quietly.

By the time my arms were numb, I was already embarrassed!

Fang Ji lowered his eyes and looked at the sleeping person in his arms, with a pale face and frowning, it seemed that there were many things that Fang Ji didn't know about, was it sorrow?Is it sad?Or... Fang Ji faintly felt uneasy, heavy...

Finally, he couldn't hold back.

With a bang, an ingot of gold fell into the copper basin beside the counter, instantly breaking the quarrel between the two.

"How many rooms?" The girl picked up the gold ingot, her brows were brimming with joy, her mouth was smiling, and she whispered softly.

This Yandu City has never been peaceful, people from the south, people from the north, all passing through here, people who kill people and steal goods, people who fight openly and stealthily, people who are black and white, you see a lot!Courage is naturally much greater!But it's the first time the girl has seen such a generous guest!Naturally, it is rare and tight!

Fang Ji didn't answer, he didn't know what to say for a while, Mo Jin was so dressed up that he found it hard to say anything.I got a little nervous.

"Hey, do you have some sharp eyesight!" Lian Zifeng put his hands on his shoulders and looked sideways at the girl.

The girl was about to have a fit, she glanced at the gold ingot in her hand, she finally came back to her senses, and lowered her eyes, she said: "Two upper rooms, on the second floor, one tael of silver a day, including food and drinks. How long will the guest stay? No cheating old man!"

Lian Zifeng thought for a while and said, "One tael of silver a day? It's so dark?"

"We don't know how long we will stay. If there is more money, we don't need to refund it. If there is less money, we will make up for it. Please let the store lead the way and prepare some hot water and good food. Thank you." Fang Ji said lightly.

Lian Zifeng couldn't help but lamented that he was really the stupid son of a rich family.

"No need to make up, no need to make up!" The girl was happy, and the look of money fans was written all over her face!

This ingot of gold is enough to last for ten days and half a month!

The girl called Xiao Er loudly, and at this moment a middle-aged man came out, with a thin and tall figure and piercing eyes.

"Father!" the girl sweetly called the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man nodded, and made another series to Lian Zifeng and the three of them, humbly and politely: "Three, I'm really sorry, I offended the little girl for being naughty. It's almost the end of the year, and the second one is going home to visit relatives. I'll take you there Go to the room, the good wine and food will arrive later."

After saying that, he took a bunch of keys from his waist and walked in the front to lead the way.

Fang Ji always felt that this person looked familiar.

In the past two years, my memory seems to have increased more and more. I often dream of people and things I have never seen before, maybe I am thinking too much...

This inn doesn't look big from the outside, but the inside is very particular, not only spacious, but also clean.

The hollowed-out carved bed was also very spacious, with animal skin cushions on it, soft and warm, and there was a faint fragrance in the room.

Fang Ji put Mo Jin down gently, tucked in the quilt, and was about to get up, but saw the shopkeeper staring at Mo Jin with a complicated expression. Fang Ji turned slightly to block the unclear line of sight, and said: " Is there anything else for the shopkeeper?"

The shopkeeper smiled, then glanced at the bed, and said, "Mr. Fang, I was the one to be rude."

Fang Ji was a little surprised. It turned out that he really didn't think too much. Is this person really an acquaintance or an old friend?

"Uncle, do you know me?"

"Mr. Fang has never repaid his life-saving grace that day. Unexpectedly, Mr. Fang has forgotten things so much that he has forgotten about it." After speaking, the shopkeeper made another series for Fang Ji, very sincere and polite.

As soon as this statement came out, even if Fang Ji didn't recognize him at the time, he knew clearly now that he was the middle-aged man who begged him to go to Wushan to save people that day.

Fang Ji stood up, returned the gift, and said, "Uncle, you are welcome."

The shopkeeper approached and gave Fang Ji a hand, but looked past Fang Ji to look at Mo Jin who was on the bed, and asked directly, "Mr. Fang, is the person on the bed your wife?"

"Hmm." Fang Jiruo responded in a vague manner.

The shopkeeper was stunned, with an expression of disbelief, before he said after a long time: "To tell the truth, Mr. Fang, your wife is too much like the son of an old friend of ours, only the gender is different."

While speaking, the girl came in with the food and hot water, and said hurriedly after entering the door: "Master, it's not that I didn't knock on the door, it's that you didn't close the door!"

The girl put the things away with a smile, and was about to turn around and leave when she suddenly saw the shopkeeper and said angrily, "Father, what are you doing here?"

Without any explanation, the girl bowed and dragged the shopkeeper out of the room.There was a noise outside the door.

"Girl, what are you dragging me to do? You look like a girl!"

"Father, you keep staring at other women's wives, it's disrespectful for you!"

"You misunderstood, father looked at that little lady something was wrong..."

"It's obviously disrespectful for the old..."

"I said...hey...hey, slow down..."

When the sound gradually faded away, Fang Ji took the washbasin, picked up a towel and wrung it dry, and carefully wiped off the disguise potion on Mo Jin's face. The dark green marks on the corners of his eyes were striking. Fang Ji suddenly felt his consciousness A little dazed, his subconscious is clearly pale green...

He stretched out his fingers and rubbed them lightly, the pads of his fingers were covered with thin calluses, as if he had touched something, Mo Jin's head shook slightly.

Fang Ji's eyelashes trembled, and a broken picture flashed through his mind...

"No, I'm not going back..."

A heart-piercing cry, a fuzzy pale face, pale green eyes, a head shaking like chaff, and two small hands waving at him in despair...

Just for a moment, Fang Ji tried hard to find it again, but he couldn't recall it anymore...

There was a slight stabbing pain in his head, and an inexplicable pain and soreness welled up in his heart...

Fang Ji leaned down and put his cheek against Mo Jin's palms. Those hands, which could never be warmed up, were so cold that he panicked.

He has nothing to give, nothing to do.

This kind of emotion that cannot be tolerated by the world does not know where to go, homeless, nowhere to go, far and wide, wandering, bloody, life and death...

The candlelight flickered, in a trance.

Fang Ji brushed the broken hair from Mo Jin's forehead behind his ears, very lightly and softly, for fear of disturbing the sleeping person.

He stared at this pale, cold and handsome face almost obsessively, it was beautiful...

It's snowy like a mountain, and the moon shines like clouds.

"Ah Jin, I like you."

Eyebrows are deep, extremely sincere and nostalgic.

"Bang..." A person bumped into him.

"Aha... Did I come at the wrong time?" Lian Zifeng howled dryly, and was about to slip away.

"Wait..." Fang Ji put Mo Jin's hand on the quilt, took another deep look at him, then stood up and walked towards Lian Zifeng.

"I think it's too bright for me to stand in this room. If you have something to do, you can find me tomorrow..."

"Uncle Lian..." Fang Ji called out heavily.

The night was deep, and the cold wind cut the face.

After a long silence, Lian Zifeng sat down stiffly against the square table, touched his nose, and said, "Nephew, since you call me uncle, listen to what uncle said..."

Fang Ji looked at the man who hadn't torn off the mask, and couldn't help laughing: "You came here to talk to me..."

Lian Zifeng looked at Fang Ji carefully, he was handsome and unrestrained, with eyebrows like black ink, his body was dignified, and his appearance was dignified, which was a good skin.

but……

"Well, Mr. Fang, don't you feel pain?" Lian Zifeng suddenly changed the subject, caught off guard.

Fang Ji was stunned for a while, he hadn't caught up with his cheerful temper for a while, and he didn't know what he meant.

"Your injury!" Lian Zifeng took off a cloth bag from his waist, put it on the table, took out all the things inside, and spread them out one by one.

Only then did Fang Ji suddenly realize that the wound on his body had already smeared a lot of blood, but he didn't notice it, probably because of the extreme pain, but he didn't feel it.

"Come on, uncle will give you the medicine!" After saying that, Lian Zifeng started to untie Fang Ji's clothes as if he was familiar with the road.

A palm wind hit, Lian Zifeng dodged.

"Hey, isn't it? Give you the medicine, but you want to beat me up! You little bastard!" Lian Zifeng's face changed drastically, and he dodged cursing, but at the same time he couldn't bear to fight back, but he felt aggrieved.

"I'll do it myself, you can help Ah Jin look, he's still awake, I'm worried..."

Fang Ji was in a state of confusion, he didn't know how to explain it, he just resisted instinctively, he didn't really want to attack him.

"Uncle Lian, I'm sorry, I didn't intend to offend..." Fang Ji stood up and made a series, and then said, "I'm sorry, please show Ah Jin..."

"You say you're an old man, you're so fidgety and twitchy, I can be your father! I'm not manly! Come on, take care of yourself! I'll heal my eldest nephew!"

Lian Zifeng walked to the edge of the bed, squeezed one of Mo Jin's hands, and poured true energy into Mo Jin's body continuously along the meridians of his body, until the true energy gradually suppressed the gu poison surging up in his body , and opened up the blocked meridians...

The Gu poison that Mo Jin had already controlled, because of his repeated use of internal power, the Gu poison in his body surged again. This is not an ordinary Gu poison. Puppet's "food"...

Even if he saved his life, it was just a broken body.

Thinking of this, Lian Zifeng couldn't help feeling sorry for the poor couple.

You two are destined to be a tragedy...

The stillness in the room was suffocating, Lian Zifeng was a little bit battered, with sweat dripping from the corner of his forehead...

After a long time, Lian Zifeng withdrew his palm and returned to the table. His steps were a little weak. He raised his sleeves and cursed: "This damn Mo Beixing..."

The corners of Fang Ji's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but also seemed to be enduring something, the knuckles of his curled fingers had already turned white.

"Do you know why my eldest nephew calls your father so naturally, hey, inhuman... bah bah... I said..." Seeing Fang Ji whose face was getting darker and darker, Lian Zifeng felt the little conscience in his heart Woke up again, leaving a few bottles of wound medicine, and a few more words of comfort, and ran away, too sad, can't bear to watch it again!

The author has something to say:

Distraught and speechless.

Reality is unreal.

Indistinguishable.

Clean up the glitz and inquire about the lonely world.