Handbook for Avoiding the Court

Even Zifeng and Mo Qianqian didn't come back until nightfall.

Fang Ji and Mo Jin stood in front of the door and waited for a long time until Mo Youlan and Mo Sheng asked them to go to the backyard for dinner.

Fang Ji thought to himself, isn't this aunt and uncle worried about Mo Qianqian?A girl doesn't come home at night, and if she is an ordinary parent, she may be in a state of anxiety.

When Mo Sheng brought the food to the table again, Fang Ji couldn't bear to ask: "Miss Qianqian hasn't returned yet, do you want to look for it?"

Mo Sheng sat down lightly, and said with a smile: "It's not the first time that my daughter doesn't come home at night. If she doesn't bully others, I will burn the incense."

Mo Youlan picked some chopsticks for Mo Jin with a smile on her face, and said lightly: "I don't know who I have followed, and I have learned some kung fu from me. If Jin'er does not marry her, I am afraid that no one will marry her in this life." Dare to marry."

Fang Ji glanced at Lao Gao's food piled up in Mo Jin's bowl, and after hearing such a very unpleasant sentence, as if he intended to say it to himself, every word pierced his heart and lungs, and he felt very panicked for a while. Some thought of wanting to walk away.

Suddenly there was a coldness on the legs, and a cold hand under the table covered it, as if it wasn't obvious enough, it gently tugged again.

Fang Ji clenched that hand angrily, still not relieved, and clasped it viciously, as if to vent his sovereignty.

The faces of the two were calm and courteous, but under the table there was an undercurrent and a rippling spring.

"Jin'er, what are your plans for the future? Uncle thinks that if you agree, you can marry Qianqian and you..."

Before the words were finished, there was a muffled sound, the sound of something breaking.

Mo Sheng lowered his head and looked down, his complexion was very ugly for a moment...

These two entangled very fiercely under the table...

All four of them were silent for a while, and there was a sense of embarrassment in the air.

Fang Ji probably didn't expect that the two of them hadn't given up yet, even though he mentioned this matter in front of him, did he not know his relationship with Mo Jin, or was he pretending not to know?

Fang Ji picked up the wine glass, stood up, and said with shame on his face: "Sorry, we are rude..."

"Aunt and Uncle, Qianqian has already met someone she likes, not a nephew." Mo Jin forcefully interrupted Fang Ji before he could finish speaking.

These words were answered very well, neither embarrassing the two of them too much, nor causing hatred!Maybe it can make a beautiful couple, wonderful and ruthless!

It's a pity that I didn't think of it!

Fang Ji was very annoyed.

When Mo Youlan and his wife heard this, they looked at each other in dismay!

Mo Qianqian has been a child with no secrets since she was a child, and she has never heard of her having a sweetheart!

With her temperament, no man would dare to get close to her.

If this is the case, they were the ones who proposed the marriage, and they were the ones who ruined it, then...

"Jin'er, aunt knows that you have another love in your heart." Mo Youlan raised her sleeve to cover half of her face, and drank the wine in her glass. Fang Ji and Mo Jin sat down after drinking the wine in their glasses.

After a while, he said again: "Auntie doesn't mean to force her, but you said that Qianqian has a sweetheart, so tell Auntie, who is that person's name?"

Fang Ji glanced at Mo Jin, this look was really annoying.

Mo Jin lowered his eyes and picked up the food without saying a word, as if he was thinking about how to speak.

Both Mo Youlan and Mo Sheng put down their bowls and chopsticks, and stared at Mo Jin with burning eyes.

Fang Ji poured a glass of wine, drank it all, and said, "Miss Mo's favorite person... is Uncle Lian."

Mo Sheng couldn't believe it and said, "Then Mr. Lian looks only in his twenties, yet Mr. Fang calls him uncle? Besides, how could Qianqian..."

"enough."

Mo Youlan's face was a little ugly, and she coughed violently for a while.

Shocked, Mo Sheng hurriedly stood up and poured her a glass of water. He was probably so flustered that half of the water in the glass was spilled. He lightly patted Mo Youlan on the back and comforted him: "Perhaps it's not a bad thing. I see that Even the young master is a man of talent..."

Mo Youlan didn't wait for Mo Sheng to finish speaking, and gave him a hard look.

Mo Jin took a sip of the tea, arranged the chopsticks neatly, and said with a smile on his face, "Aunt, uncle, and nephew think he's a good match."

When Mo Youlan heard what Mo Jin said, she lowered her head and remained silent, as if she was acquiescing, but at the same time she seemed embarrassed.

"I don't know this Lianzi Guigeng? Do you have a wife and concubine at home? What's your family background?" Mo Sheng sat down next to Mo Youlan, fearing that she would get angry, so he never left.

"This..." Mo Jin seemed to be having trouble opening his mouth.

Fang Ji gently held Mo Jin's hand, motioning for him to continue.

Since you can't hide it, you can't hide it, why bother to hide it, sooner or later...

Mo Jin turned his head and glanced at Fang Ji, a little helpless, startled, as if he had made up his mind, and said, "Uncle Lian is thirty-seven years old and has never been married. The second prince... the commander of the guards, no No father, no mother, no relatives, no reason, he is my father...'s younger brother..."

He stammered and finally finished speaking.

Fang Ji sweated aside.

"Thirty...seven! This age is really old, your aunt is only thirty-five! She is the same age as me." Mo Sheng frowned, Mo Youlan's face was hardened.

"People from the Poison Doctor School!" Mo Youlan's eyes were cold and frightening.

"that……"

Before Mo Jin could speak, there was a muffled sound outside the door.

"Qianqian is back, hearing this sound, she is probably very angry..." Mo Sheng got up and was about to take a look.

Mo Qian's eyes were red, she was holding a long sword, her hair was loose on one side, and there was still a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth.

Looking at this embarrassing appearance, he must have suffered a great grievance.

Sure enough, before everyone could ask, Mo Qianqian threw herself into Mo Sheng's arms, crying earth-shatteringly.

"Why are you crying? What does it look like?!" Mo Youlan slapped down, and with a "snap", the table fell apart, and the cups and utensils spilled all over the floor.

Mo Qianqian might have inherited it from Mrs. Mo.

Fang Ji cast a glance at Mo Sheng, his eyes were full of sympathy.

Mo Jin made a song to Mo Youlan and Mo Sheng, and then said to Mo Qianqian in a gentle voice: "Cousin, don't worry, when I find Uncle Lian, I will ask him." After saying that, he left.

Fang Ji hurriedly made a series, followed, and tightened his hand, as if he was afraid that this person would run away, just now seeing Mo Qianqian's sad expression, he tightened even more carefully.

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, the guests in the inn have already left, and the whole yard is very quiet.

Fang Ji stopped suddenly, and Mo Jin looked back at him suspiciously.

"Ah Jin, let's go to Flame Mountain tomorrow." Fang Ji said with a straight face.

"Why?" Mo Jin frowned, "Your injury?"

"It's alright, but in terms of injuries, your injuries are even worse."

Fang Ji's heart was full of twists and turns. What the Mo family said just now hit his heart one by one. If Mo Jin hadn't met him, maybe he could marry a wife and have children and lead a stable life. Although Mo Jin repeatedly emphasized that those killers were all It was caused by him, but he vaguely felt that it was caused by himself. Coupled with all his recent memories that seem to have disappeared, an ominous premonition surged in his heart. There may be a pair of black hands around him controlling him, which made him shudder.

All he can do now is to restore his skills as soon as possible. All he can think of is Mo Jin's bloody appearance, but he can only stay in the room, unable to do anything, just like watching Mo Jin being raped that night. Not only can't he stop someone from taking him away, but he even begs...

He had just seen Mo Qianqian's heart-piercing cries with his own eyes, and he felt the same, but he was a man, so he couldn't cry for a while.

In fact, the most important point is just a little selfishness of his, he really doesn't want to stay with the Mo family anymore, and always mentions that marriage intentionally or unintentionally, he feels uncomfortable!

So, he decided to leave as soon as possible.

"You and I are different. The descendants of Spirit Snake Valley have to soak in medicinal baths since childhood, and their body's self-healing ability is stronger than ordinary people."

Mo Jin probably sensed what Fang Ji was thinking. He stretched out his hand and said softly, "No matter what, my heart will not change."

Fang Ji's heart warmed up, and he lightly held the hand that reached out to him. It was a little cold, but his heart was hot.

He is different from when we first met.

He couldn't tell exactly what was different, but he felt that every word he said was so hot, those seemingly careless words fell in Fang Ji's heart, and they were all beautiful words of love.

At this moment, I really want to say I love you.

This life is long and short.

love you all.

The sky is not old, love is inevitable.

The leaves blown by the breeze rustled softly, and the night was slightly cool. Fang Ji took that cold hand, put it on his cheek, and smiled slightly.

In the middle of the night, there was a roar from the low couch, followed by another muffled sound!

Mo Jin sat up startled, and turned on the lamp.

The situation in front of him made his heart tremble, Fang Ji fell from the low couch to the ground, and the quilt and pillows were scattered all over the floor!

His face was hidden in the shadows, his complexion was gloomy, his brows were tightly knit, and beads of sweat hung between his brows.

nightmare……

Mo Jin knelt down, picked Fang Ji up and down, placed him on the low couch, picked up the pillows and quilts on the floor and patted them clean, and put him back down again. After doing all this, Fang Ji still didn't wake up, and the nightmare was deep. .

"Don't touch me, I don't..." Fang Ji waved his hands wildly, almost hysterical.

"Ah Ji, wake up!" Mo Jin grabbed his hands tightly.

"Go away... the murderer!"

This swing was so powerful that Mo Jin was caught off guard and fell to the ground.

Fang Ji was shocked, and suddenly opened his eyes!

"Ah Ji...you're awake." Mo Jin stood up quickly, a thin layer of dust was on the white singlet.

Fang Ji grabbed his hand and said tremblingly, "Did I hurt you?"

"Nothing stupid." Mo Jin stroked the top of his hair and said softly.

Fang Ji naturally didn't believe it, and it wasn't the first time he had a nightmare. As for how far he was, he didn't know. In short, he shouldn't be too gentle. Although he couldn't remember all the things in the dream, he could still remember the remaining fragments. I still remember some.

Fang Ji got up, raised his hand and gently patted Mo Jin's dusty body, it was cold in the middle of the night, through the thin material, Fang Ji clearly felt the coldness of his body inside the material, he picked up the thin fur that was placed on the couch On Mo Jin.

Fang Ji put his hands on Mo Jin's shoulders, gently pulled him into his arms, and said softly, "I'm sorry."

Hearing what he said, Mo Jin seemed a little angry, and withdrew from his arms, looked at him carefully, and looked deeply into his eyes: "I love you so much, you don't need to say these three words again."

Fang Ji was startled, the most beautiful words in the world were extremely affectionate.

Fang Ji's heart fluttered when he was looked at by his gentle eyes that were about to overflow with water, his heart fluctuated violently, as if a flower bone suddenly burst out of his heart, and instantly burst into full bloom in the wind, incomparably brilliant and gorgeous.

"Rest early, and go to Flame Mountain tomorrow as you said."

"Ah."

The crescent moon hangs in the sky, shrouded in mist, only a little bit of light is exposed, three or two stars are scattered, and the branches of the courtyard are dancing, bringing a chill.

The night is destined to be not so peaceful...

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