Handbook for Avoiding the Court

The next day, it was clear and cloudless, and the sun came in through the west window, casting a mottled shadow through the hollow grille.

In the room, Mo Jin was changing Fang Ji's dressing, and the situation seemed not as optimistic as imagined.

Because he drank a lot last night, he touched the wound, and the dried blood stuck to his shirt, and every slight movement was painful. Even though Fang Ji endured everything, he was still a mortal body, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Mo Jin had tried his best to strip off his clothes. When his eyes touched the wound, his dark eyes contracted fiercely!

"It's okay, don't worry." Fang Ji patted Mo Jin's hand lightly, looking calm, and said after a while, "And you, Ah Jin, show me your injury!"

"I'm not in the way, I have a special constitution, and my skin injuries heal faster than normal people." Mo Jin said flatly.

"So, you always attack yourself so hard? After all, you are just a body of flesh and blood. How is it different from ordinary people?"

Mo Jin didn't know how to answer, so he was stunned for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses and peeled off the blood-stained silk cloth layer by layer, replaced it with a new one and re-wrapped it.

"Ah Jin, who is it that wants to kill me? Why do you want to kill me?" Fang Ji raised his eyes and looked out the window, feeling too much doubt and incomprehension in his heart.

I am just a grassroots person, and I have never had any troubles with others, let alone offended the court dignitaries.

Could it be because of King Ming?

If the dignitaries of the imperial court want to kill him, if he is charged with any crime, wouldn't he easily become a dead soul under the sword?Why pursue the assassination so hard?

Also, where did my memories from before I was ten years old go?What is it...

Thinking about it, my mind was in chaos.

Mo Jin froze when he heard the words, his arms stopped in mid-air with no place to rest, he hesitated for a long time before softly saying: "Everything will pass, don't think too much, I just hope you are well."

"Ah Jin, don't lie to me, just tell me." Fang Ji put his arms around Mo Jin's shoulders at the right time, resting his head on his neck, calm like a tired bird returning to its nest, he could hear Mo Jin and himself Heartbeat at the same frequency.

Mo Jin didn't answer his question directly, but just said some inexplicable words.

"Ah Ji, if one day I went to Naihe Bridge alone and drank Mengpo soup, you..."

This faint tone seemed casual, but it was so thrilling.

These two words struck Fang Ji's back like a bolt of lightning, he didn't recover for a while, and was stunned on the spot for a long time.

He hadn't thought about this question before, he had already tasted the feeling of parting from life and death, and he no longer had the courage to think about this question.

Now, why did Ah Jin say such things? Recalling what he said to Lian Zifeng that day, no matter how dull he is, he can still guess seven or eight points...

In an instant, emotions flooded like an out-of-control flood, as if it was about to break through the sky. After all, he couldn't hold it back, and replied bitterly: "I will definitely follow the past! Don't try to get rid of me again!"

It was a touching remark, but Mo Jin didn't approve of it. He pushed Fang Ji away, stood up, and said coldly, "I don't need you to be like that."

"Tell me, what happened!"

Mo Jin's two words obviously stimulated Fang Ji, the words were already out of his mouth, like a blunt knife gouged out his heart, and he couldn't fill it back, if he didn't ask the bottom line, his heart might not be able to bear it.

"It's not just the ordinary court dignitaries who want to put us to death. I'm afraid it's the current emperor...the reason why we don't execute us openly is because some people want us to die, some people don't want us to die, no one wants to offend anyone, and no one wants to kill us." I don't want to give up on anyone... After all, I implicated you, and you shouldn't be implicated."

"Are you talking about the treasure map and secret book? How about we hand it over, find a hidden place, and live a stable life."

Fang Ji looked at Mo Jin's thin and frail body, which became thinner than a few months ago, and his face seemed to be getting paler and paler. This is not an illusion, it can be discerned with the naked eye!There was an inexplicable coldness in his heart, almost as cold as passing through life and death!

He didn't want to get involved in any disputes between the court's powerful and powerful, and he didn't want to get involved in the grievances and grievances of the rivers and lakes.

He just wants to spend the rest of his life peacefully with this person in front of him, he doesn't care about right and wrong.

"If it is handed over, we will lose even the last bargaining chip! The only reason I have survived to this day is that I have not died under the cold knife of the court and the people of the rivers and lakes. It is because they still have plans for me, and I still have value. If Your enemy is worthless, will you keep him..." Mo Jin asked with a wry smile.

Fang Ji couldn't figure out his thoughts, he just wanted to live well, he knew it was a cowardly act, but he really didn't want to lose again...

Fang Ji's mind was once again in confusion, and a sudden thought came out of his mouth: "How about we hand over these two things to my adoptive father, and let's go to the northwest to join the army!"

"My lord doesn't need these two things, and he doesn't need them either." Mo Jin approached and said seriously, "Because the treasure map doesn't contain any treasures at all, it has been emptied by my father, and my lord knows about it." !"

Fang Ji simply wanted both of them to survive, but didn't think too deeply about it. It turned out that he didn't know anything.

This news is undoubtedly another major blow, and he has no interest in pursuing it anymore, after all, the result is so cruel.

Before Fang Ji came back to his senses, Mo Jin had already crushed the treasure map and cheat book into powder.

"Ah Jin! You..." Fang Ji was stunned by Mo Jin's move!Didn't it mean that it was a life-saving talisman? Why did you destroy them again?

"They exist in my mind. If I die, they won't bother you anymore. If I don't die, they will also shoot the mouse, because I am the last person in this world who knows these two things."

Fang Ji muttered to himself, "Ah Jin, you are not only stupid, you are also crazy..."

"What's wrong with being crazy about you?"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Fang Ji found that Mo Jin winked at him and showed a gentle smile.

The sun shines on the vast land, without a trace of coolness, and the room is full of spring.

There are two more days until New Year's Eve.

The Dazhao Dynasty is now suffering from internal and external troubles, and it is getting worse day by day. The lake people in the northwest and southwest borders are invading every year, and the refugees from all over the place are in chaos. The treasury is empty. Although there is a prince to assist the government, the country cannot live without a king.

Today's emperor is addicted to sensuality all day long, and no one advises him.

In terms of the current situation, the Hai family has all the advantages and advantages.The current empress is Haiyan's own sister, and the prince and the third prince are all descendants of the empress.Except for the idle prince Wang Qi, the emperor has no other heirs.

No matter who sits on the throne, the end result is that the Hai family will rule the world.There was a trace of undetectable contempt in King Ming's eyes.The Jokhang Kingdom has clearly become decadent in recent days, and the emperor is addicted to the joy brought by the five stone powder.

Sooner or later, this precarious court will be overthrown.

I am afraid that this suffering of ups and downs will not end for a while, and when the mountains and rivers are broken, they don't know where to go?

I am afraid that Lieyan Mountain will not be able to go, and this injury may not be able to withstand the erosion of Lieyang Spring.

Fang Ji pulled Mo Jin over and sat by the window sill together, the sunlight cast a layer of golden light on the two of them.

Fang Ji raised a warm smile towards Mo Jin, facing the light, half-closed his eyes and said, "I have ordered Fang to find a house for us. The scenery is beautiful, quiet and elegant. When we leave, we will live there."

Mo Jin raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said softly, "Okay!"

Wishes are beautiful, but good dreams are hard to come true.

Before Fang Ji could speak, something lightly touched his forehead, and a hot and humid voice sounded in his ear: "I only have you."

Fang Ji stared at Mo Jin intently, and was so utterly smitten by this hot love story that his mind became hot, and he said another stupid thing that wanted to kill him: "You still have my aunt's family..."

After saying that, Fang Ji only felt that his hands were tight. The person who was sitting with him neck-to-neck lost all the tenderness in the past, and pinched his fingertips into his palm resentfully!

Hi, wrong word again.

With a loud "bang", the door was pushed open roughly, and a travel-worn man barged in with a cold body.

Just by hearing the sound, you can guess who it is.

"It's not good! That damned Lian Zifeng has escaped! I've been looking for it all morning...I..."

Mo Qianqian didn't know if she was anxious or tired, she was panting badly, out of breath.

Fang Ji looked sideways slightly, his eyes were full of anger, and his face was gloomy.

Mo Qianqian was caught by this gaze, she glanced at the two of them out of the corner of her eye, subconsciously backed out, and kept muttering: "Sorry for the interruption!"

"What kind of person is Uncle Lian? Is it a good thing for him to follow us?" Fang Ji was still a little wary of this man who fell from the sky. After all, he was also a group of assassins in black. Although he saved Mo Sumire was killed, but who knows what his intentions are?

"Uncle Lian is the leader of the hidden guards. He is the subordinate of the second prince Feng Qian. Maybe he is not a good person, but he will not hurt us. There is no doubt about it. As for his plans, that doesn't affect , if one day I really want to hand over those two things, I am really willing to hand them over to him."

"Ah Jin." Fang Ji stared straight into Mo Jin's eyes, and asked quietly, "So you know Feng Qian is the second prince."

"Of course I know." Mo Jin answered very crisply, with a very natural expression.

He probably forgot that a few days ago, he asked Fang Ji himself: Who is Feng Qian?

But Fang Ji did not doubt him, and answered his words honestly.

Now he answered so confidently, as if the previous thing had never happened.

Before Fang Ji could question him, Mo Jin dragged him outside.

"Where?"

"Uncle Lian's room."

Before entering the room, he heard soft sobbing at the door.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and walked in holding hands.

The wooden door of the room has been broken into three pieces and spread on the floor.

The gauze tent is riddled with holes.

There were sporadic bloodstains on the ground.

Fragments of the teacup rolled all over the floor.

A bloody silk cloth was scattered on the square table.

A sheet of snow-white paper lay aside.

There are two lines of vigorous and powerful characters written on it: Shanshui meets again, farewell!But don't look for me, I'm someone you can't find!

This message is quite unique, which makes people laugh.

What the hell was going on in this house?To make this fearless leader of the secret guard flee in a hurry?

"Miss Mo, what happened to you?" Fang Ji frowned, and tidied up casually.

Probably because of Fang Ji's extremely unfriendly eyes before, this "iron-blooded real man" girl also became a little in awe, she lowered her head and said in a low voice: "I fought with him last night, I don’t know why, but I’m a little bit harsher…”

No wonder there was a local clanging sound in the house last night, which turned out to be coming from Lian Zifeng's room.

Both Fang Ji and Mo Jin thought it was a couple having a conflict, and there was no cry for help, so they didn't think much about it.

It was...

"Why are you two fighting so violently?" Mo Jin leaned down and cleaned up with Fang Ji.

"He has a family, he's an old hooligan..." Mo Qianqian probably thought of something, and his voice sank. In fact, Lian Zifeng didn't do anything, why did the hooligan say it, but he just felt a pang in his heart. group of anger.

Hearing this, Mo Jin raised his eyes to look at Mo Qianqian's reddish eyes, and couldn't help laughing, "Uncle Lian never married, and has no family."

Before the words were finished, a cyan figure leaped out like the wind holding a gleaming sword with a murderous aura...

"Ah Jin, this situation doesn't seem very good. Shall we go out and take a look?" Fang Ji stopped, raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help sweating secretly for Lian Zifeng.

May you go farther away, with this posture, you will either die or be injured, and your body will be bruised.

"Ignore the gods fighting." Mo Jin smiled and said calmly.

These words seem familiar...

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Someday,

Wishes will come true.