Handbook for Avoiding the Court

The fight between Lian Zifeng and Mo Youlan was quite lively, and the small inn suddenly became lively.

The windows opened one after another, revealing heads watching the fun.

Following the flashes of cold light, there was a faint smell of blood in the air, and the windows were closed one after another.

"Fighting gods, don't be troublesome..."

"I can't see it, I can't see it, it's almost Chinese New Year..."

"Bloody disaster, sin, sin..."

……

The movement was so loud, it was natural that no one in the inn could be hidden from it.

Including Mo Jin who was sleeping.

The lights in the room were dim, maybe he had slept for too long, his eyes were blurred, and he hadn't adapted to the starlight. Mo Jin raised his hand to cover his eyebrows, dizzy, and after a while, his eyes finally adapted to the environment.

He put down his hands, and before he had time to take a closer look at the unfamiliar environment, he saw a familiar figure sitting at the square table, with a tall and straight body.

He was stunned, it was freezing cold, he...

Mo Jin took the cloak by the bedside and gently put it on his shoulders. The dim light shone on his face, making it moist and long.

Fang Ji rested his right hand on his chest, he was obviously so tired, he was so sleepy, and the sound of swords and swords outside could not wake him up, but his brows were deeply furrowed, as if there was an unresolved knot and unresolved sorrow.

Mo Jin gently caressed his beautiful eyebrows, but he couldn't soothe the slightest trace of his sorrow.

This person sleeps so hard...

Mo Jin felt as if a pair of hands had grown out of his heart, and his heart was grabbed violently, with traces of blood oozing out...

When he was very young, his mother told him that a good man has ambitions everywhere and should have the world in his heart.

Mo Jin's cold fingers brushed Fang Ji's brow lightly again, and the deep lock fell heavily on his heart.

"You are my world..." An extremely gentle and tender love words, I don't know if it is addressed to myself or the sleeping person.

For a long time, there seemed to be silence outside.

Suddenly the door was pushed open, without any warning, Mo Jin's body was shivered by a piercing cold wind, he subconsciously turned sideways to block the cold wind, for fear of waking up the sleeping person.

"Nephew, that..." Lian Zifeng touched his nose with one hand, and didn't know how to speak. The injured hand was hanging limply by his side.

Lian Zifeng never knocked on the door!

Mo Jin glanced behind him, and there were two strange women standing on either side, one on the left and one on the right.

Mo Jin bowed respectfully, and said calmly, "What's the matter, you three?"

Mo Qianqian, who was always domineering and noisy, was surprisingly quiet at the moment, with wide-eyed eyes, surprise, astonishment, disbelief written all over her face, and her expression was wonderful.

This man is so good looking!It is simply indistinguishable between male and female, which is beyond the reach of ordinary women.

"Are you... Jin'er?" Mo Youlan was a little dazed, afraid that this was a phantom, she trembled her hand, trying to touch Mo Jin's cheek, but Mo Jin dodged it subconsciously.

"Are you?" Mo Jin was instinctively wary of the sudden two people, he took two steps back, lowered his eyes to look at Fang Ji, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and finally didn't ask any more questions.

"I'm your aunt Mo Youlan, Jin'er..." Mo Youlan said softly, "I have something to tell you."

aunt?

Mo Jin had heard a little bit about this aunt when she was a child.

This aunt has a strong personality and is as good as a man in both civil and military skills. Mrs. Mo's most beloved daughter, because of her father in the early years, this aunt has been away from Mo's house for nearly 20 years, and has never been heard from.

Did she come to settle the old accounts left by her parents with herself? !

Just as Mo Jin was secretly slandering, Mo Youlan said flatly, "Go out and talk."

Lian Zifeng has long since slipped away!

Mo Qianqian probably went out with Lian Zifeng, but disappeared in an instant.

Mo Jin responded with a soft "Yes".Gently close the door.

Although the cold winter is about to pass, the night is still dark, the cold wind still cuts people's faces and hurts, and from time to time it gets into the collar, like ice blades, biting cold!

There are some unknown flower vines hanging down the corridor, full of spring, and the lining courtyard is somewhat alive.Under the dim courtyard lights, Mo Youlan and Mo Jin sat across the table.

During the silence, Mo Sheng brought a pot of steaming fragrant tea, put it on the stone table, turned and left without saying a word.

"He is your uncle, Mo Sheng."

"Ah."

Both of them looked indifferent, as if they were talking about an unimportant matter.

The shallow moonlight poured down, printed on the flower pergola, shadowy and indistinct.

"It's not that my aunt hasn't been in contact with the Mo family these years. I have been in contact with your mother until she..."

When mentioning his mother, Mo Jin frowned deeply, stared blankly at Mo Youlan, and said in a terrifyingly deep voice, "I hope my aunt will not mention my mother's matter..."

Mo Youlan obviously knew the inside story of this period, paused, and said: "You and Qianqian have been engaged since childhood, aunt wants you to..."

"My nephew doesn't care about sex. Please ask my aunt to find him for my cousin." Before Mo Youlan could continue, Mo Jin interrupted her.

Mo Youlan didn't seem to care about Mo Jin's attitude, she still said to herself, "This was decided by my parents, Jin'er can't be willful."

parents?

A burst of sadness welled up in Mo Jin's heart.

He doesn't want to remember, doesn't want to be mentioned.

Probably because the word "parents" hurt him, Mo Jin felt a little sad, and felt a chill from the bottom of his heart. He poured a cup of hot tea and held it tightly in his hand, as if grasping a life-saving straw.

"I don't like women. Please forgive me, aunt." Mo Jin said calmly.

These words were not very loud, but they resounded through the entire night sky like a thunderbolt. Mo Youlan almost bit off her tongue in shock!

Originally, after listening to Mo Sheng's description, she still took chances, thinking that there might be something inside her heart, but it turned out that it really happened!

The world suddenly turned over, and the night was dark, adding a bit of mystery.

"Jin'er, the Mo family has always been innocent, you..."

"En." Mo Jin didn't say much, and he didn't want to think too much, and he didn't want to get too entangled in this matter.

"Do you know your identity? You are not only the young master of Mo Mansion, but you are also the owner of Spirit Snake Valley!" Mo Youlan was extremely annoyed at Mo Jin's indifferent and indifferent attitude, and coughed violently excitedly.

Mo Jin poured a cup of hot tea, gently moved it to the opposite side, and said, "Auntie, don't get angry because of this, you can't force this matter. Auntie is not in good health, she should rest. If Auntie doesn't mind, my nephew can treat Auntie. "

"Do you know the curse of the Spirit Snake Valley?"

These words carried a deep sense of coolness, Mo Jin's hand holding the cup suddenly turned away, and the hot tea poured down, splashing a cloud of water mist.

It is rumored that 50 years ago, An Fei, the former national teacher, was massacred by the Spirit Snake Valley overnight. He wanted revenge but couldn't find the entrance of the Spirit Snake Valley, so he went to Wanqiu Mountain, step by step, with 99 steps, Wherever he went, there was blood dripping, which lasted three days and three nights, and finally reached the peak, sacrificed his life to the altar of the gods, and cast a curse before his death: the descendants of Spirit Snake Valley will end their love and have no children.

This is a creepy rumor, Mo Jin never believed in ghosts and gods' curses.

"It's just a groundless rumor." Mo Jin snorted coldly.

"But this curse has come true. From the year of the curse, all the people who love each other in the descendants of Spirit Snake Valley will die a happy death, or die or leave. For 50 years, the owner of Spirit Snake Valley has no heir, until your birth. "

In Spirit Snake Valley, men have always been superior to women, and the heirs can only be boys, and girls who are born are not even considered heirs.

Although this statement has received a lot of opposition, it has not changed, and most people still acquiesce to this ridiculous fact.

"So, this curse doesn't hold true, isn't it just an accident for me? Besides, isn't my aunt and uncle so affectionate? If my aunt believes in this curse, why does she still insist on promising her daughter to me?" For some reason, Mo Jin's voice was strange. Calm down, maybe a little fear has arisen in his subconscious mind, he is not afraid of death, he is afraid that this curse will come to fruition on Fang Ji, although this thought is fleeting, it is still like waves in a pond, he works hard Cover up this thought.

Mo Youlan lowered her eyes, was silent for a long time, and sighed deeply: "Gun is a gambler, so I'm taking chances, and I'm afraid my aunt and your uncle will not end well. Looking at my aunt's body, I'm afraid she will let go soon. If possible, I hope he doesn't have deep affection for me... Besides, your mother and I are half-sisters, and our relationship has always been good..."

Before she finished speaking, Mo Jin interrupted her abruptly: "Yeliang, since my aunt knows that she is ill, she pays attention to her health, and my nephew will not bother you."

After saying that, I want to leave.

"Jin'er, do you really stop thinking about it? All the hopes of Mo Mansion and Spirit Snake Valley rest on you."

The words are sincere and sincere.

"My aunt should know that I am a person whose life is not long, so why send my daughter to the fire pit."

"Of course my aunt knows. My aunt always thinks that you won't end up like that. My aunt bets you to live a long life and grow old with my daughter..." Mo Youlan's voice became cold little by little. She herself didn't really believe it, or maybe it was really because of a guilty conscience. Not only was she not a good wife, she was even so incompetent as a mother.

"There is no cure for medicine stone, I hope my aunt will not take chances for my nephew."

"If so, what about the young master who is with you? Don't worry about him..."

These words were like a sharp sword piercing into Mo Jin's heart, turning it over again, stirring blood dripping.

Mo Jin claimed to have seen through life and death, he was not afraid, he also knew that sooner or later he and Fang Ji would be separated, this day would come soon, and he had advised himself to leave quietly countless times in his heart, but in the end he didn't make up his mind Come on, he couldn't convince himself.

"I...don't know." Mo Jin murmured, his chest twitched, his throat felt fishy, ​​it was blood, but he swallowed it hard!

I don't know, I don't know anything.

Probably the truest lie he's ever told.

Not knowing how he parted from his aunt, his face was ashen, and when he stumbled and walked to the door of the inn, he bumped into a person, it was a warm embrace.

Before he could react, a pair of big hands wrapped around him.

Fang Ji lowered his eyes and looked at the distraught look of the person in his arms. Although he didn't know what the aunt and Mo Jin had said specifically, but judging from the situation in front of him, it must be the worst news that could make Mo Jin so miserable...

Fang Ji's heart sank, he spoke for a long time, and then said softly: "What did my aunt talk to you that made you like this..."

Mo Jin regained consciousness from Fang Ji's words, he looked up at Fang Ji for a moment, as if he wanted to look him into his eyes and into his heart.

"You already woke up?"

"Yeah." Fang Ji smiled slightly, his eyes full of tenderness.

"I want to drink."

Fang Ji was obviously taken aback by Mo Jin's words. In his memory, he had never seen Mo Jin drink alcohol before, he was always so clean.

"Okay." Fang Ji responded softly without hesitation.

I listen to you in everything, this is true.

It didn't take long for the two of them to jump onto the roof, back to back, and each other became each other's reliance, watching the moon and drinking one mouthful at a time.

The bright moon shines brightly, sprinkled with clear brilliance in the courtyard.

Occasionally there is a cool wind blowing on the face, and a few dead leaves fall and drift with the wind.

After taking a sip of wine, the hotness from the throat to the heart, and a burst of flames rose from the heart, burning and disturbing.

"Ah Ji, I want to tell you a story." Mo Jin picked up the jug and took two sips of wine, tears streaming down his face.

This is his first drink.

Fang Ji stroked his back sideways, grabbed the jug, his face was as heavy as iron: "Don't drink it. Tell me, I'll listen."

"Okay." Mo Jin smiled slightly.

Fingers clasped tightly, staring affectionately, all kinds of emotions are piled up in the corners of the eyes.

Under the bright moon and the breeze, it is gentle and lingering.

The author has something to say:

The world is suffering.

We know the preciousness of sweetness only after bitterness.

Ps: The author has a bad heart.

So, it won't be tragic.

impossible,

nonexistent.