Handbook for Avoiding the Court

On the eve of New Year's Eve, there was a drizzle, the sun rose, and the air exuded a faint fragrance of flowers and earth. The thin, smoke-like clouds passed quietly across the clear sky. The weather was clear and the sun was shining.

Fang Ji lay in the green grass, staring at the sky above his head in a daze.

"Aji, what are you thinking?"

Fang Ji looked sideways at Mo Jin who was squatting aside, feeling a little complicated, in fact, just the night before, he remembered everything, which made him panic and didn't know what to do, his heart was in a mess!

It turned out that his mother, his father, his grandfather, and the relatives around him all had hidden secrets, and all these things happened to him. He hated Meng Miaoyin for sealing up his memory, I regretted remembering all this.

For a moment, he felt that his first ten years were wasted, and he would no longer be able to live a carefree life for the rest of his life, but he had promised Mo Jin to find a secluded place to spend this life with him.

Can he really let go of those love and hatred, national hatred and family hatred, can he let go?For those people who are eyeing him like a tiger, who can really let him go, let Mo Jin go?

For a long time, he thought that his fate with Mo Jin was the result of Mo Jin's efforts to find him. It turned out that there was more involvement. This unforgettable memory was opened. Is it joy or sadness?

Fang Ji endured the bitterness and entanglement in his heart, and said softly: "A Jin, if I am going to do something very dangerous and there may be no return date, will you support me?"

Hearing this, Mo Jin's expression was a bit complicated. He frowned, as if he had realized something, and said, "Ah Ji, do you remember?"

"Well, I've come to think of it...it turns out that your father and my father are... colleagues." Fang Ji paused, and said calmly: "It should be said... accomplices."

Mo Jin looked at Fang Ji and said helplessly, "This is not something we can choose."

Fang Ji stood up, his back was soaked, it happened suddenly, his back was very cold, Fang Ji couldn't help but smiled wryly, no wonder Mo Jin didn't lie down, he was stupid.

"Change to another one." Mo Jin took out a light fur coat from his bag, took off Fang Ji's outer robe, folded it squarely, and put it aside.

After Fang Ji changed his robe, he said lightly, "You haven't answered my question yet."

A little haggard appeared on Mo Jin's pale face. Perhaps he was afraid that Fang Ji would be unhappy, so he squeezed out a smile and said softly, "Of course I am willing. I will go wherever you go."

Fang Ji looked at Mo Jin's paler and paler face, and saw that his expression was not right, so he was naturally worried, but after hearing what he said, he was very moved. In Fang Ji's memory, this person He has always followed his will, even if he wronged himself, he has never refused in the slightest.

Fang Ji wrapped Mo Jin's hand in his own, and put the other hand on his cold face, and said softly, "Why is your face pale every day, and your body is also terribly cold, even though you didn't tell me , In fact, I also know, but I dare not say it, and I dare not let you say it, I am afraid that the last bit of luck in my heart will be lost..."

After speaking, Fang Ji's voice became more and more hoarse and choked up, until he couldn't speak any more, he just gently stroked Mo Jin's face with his hand, chewing on the almost hopeless sadness.

Mo Jin quietly felt the warmth from his palm. He tilted his face slightly and pressed against his palm. He could clearly feel that this hand was trembling and frightened. His heart also became sore. If he could Stay with him longer, even two years, one year...

The empty heart, the hope that seemed hopeless, seemed like a dream.

"I'm fine, what are you thinking about?" Mo Jin smiled, raised his finger and pointed to the distant mountain, and said, "We still need to find a beautiful place for the rest of our lives."

Fang Ji tightened his hand and said fiercely: "If you break your promise, I will never let you go!"

When Mo Jin heard this, his eyes were a little cold, "I don't want you to say that."

"Someone!" Fang Ji's expression changed, and there was a sound of horseshoes in the distance, and it seemed that he was still in a hurry to leave.

Could it be that those people came after them again?

Fang Ji listened attentively, no, obviously there is only one horse, could it be that a master came?

Seeing Fang Ji's overly nervous look, Mo Jin couldn't help laughing. When did this person become so greedy for life and fear of death? He stroked the back of his hand and said, "It's Qianqian."

Fang Ji was stunned for a moment, and said, "How did you know?"

"Because she's already scolding." Mo Jin sneered.

Sure enough, the sound of cursing and the sound of horseshoes flooded into the eardrums.

"Your cousin is indeed a real hero in the girls' school." Fang Ji also admired this hot-tempered little pepper, and the haze in his heart was swept away.

A bay red horse rushed towards the two of them in a daze, before they could open their mouths, curses and whips flew together!

"You two are too much! My father and mother prepared a lot of food and wine, and you actually left without saying goodbye!"

"You stinky men like to do this!"

"Do you have any heart?"

"you……"

A series of fierce words with a whip between them made the two of them dodge again and again in fright, the whip hissed and broke the wind, Mo Jin suddenly stopped dodging and stood there firmly.

He knew this cousin too well, he had nowhere to vent his anger, and always wanted to find a doormat to vent it on.

With a "bang", the whip fell, and Mo Jin subconsciously closed his eyes. The whip was clearly on his body, but there was no pain.

Mo Jin suddenly opened his eyes, only to see Fang Ji standing in front of him, silent.

When the whip hit his neck, there was a bright red mark!

"Miss Mo, can you relieve your anger? If not, give me a few more whips. It's my fault for leaving without saying goodbye, and it has nothing to do with Ah Jin." Fang Ji said indifferently.

In fact, Fang Ji wanted to say that he left the inn not just to escape, but that he didn't want to hurt their family, after all, they were Mo Jin's only relatives in this world!

He didn't think of those pasts before, but now he knows that his life has never been peaceful, and the scenes of fights are always in his mind, and he is the one who got Mo Jin down.

His birth was a mistake.

His birth was destined to set off a bloody storm.

"Hmph!" Mo Qianqian took back the whip and said angrily, "You've made me sick! She vomited a lot of blood, and she's still lying on the bed! Tell me, you deserve to die!" After saying that, the whip swung again. Come here!

"Enough!" Mo Jin pushed Fang Ji away, grabbed the end of the whip with one hand, and glared at each other.

Mo Qianqian was annoyed. Seeing that Mo Jin was more annoyed than herself, she added fuel to the fire. She poured her inner strength into her palm and swung it hard. It fell to the ground with a "click".

"Look at the trick!" Mo Qianqian couldn't help saying, and the other hand came over with a strong palm.

Mo Jin tilted his head slightly, dodging easily.

This lightly dispelled her own palm, she was naturally unwilling in her heart, she simply dropped the whip, and raised both palms at a tricky angle, full of strength!

Before Mo Jin could make a move, Fang Ji met him with a sudden palm, his palms matched each other, and instantly bounced off, the two of them took a few steps back one after another.

"Don't force him to shoot anymore! If you want to hit me, hit me! Hit here! I'll let you have a good time!" Fang Ji's voice was as cold as ice, his eyes seemed to be on fire, the veins on his neck were bursting, and his throat Rolling with anger!

"Ah Ji!" Mo Jin wanted to step forward to grab Fang Ji, but Fang Ji forcefully threw him behind him. Fang Ji yelled at him, "Don't make any more moves!"

Mo Jin was overwhelmed by him, he had never been so fierce before, his words were like hellfire, every sentence burned his life with pain.

He was really angry...

Mo Qianqian looked directly at him, she seemed to see Fang Ji crying...

Now she is also confused!

Didn't it just hit a whip and cry!

"Hey, there's no need to do this! My lords, I can't stand this little trauma, and I'm still crying..." Mo Qianqian muttered.

Fang Ji's mind was full of Mo Jin's increasingly pale face and his increasingly cold body. He was not a fool, he already understood a little bit, and with the recovery of his memory, he became even more clear. The grief came from the heart, a mouthful of anger welled up in his chest, and he shouted hoarsely, "Get lost!"

Mo Qianqian had never been wronged before, her face was full of anger and puzzlement, tears streaming down her face, she took out a book from her bosom, threw it on Fang Ji's face, and said: "My mother gave it to you, Her whole life of martial arts is recorded on it, let you practice hard and treat my brother Jin well!"

After saying that, Mo Qianqian stomped her feet resentfully, and got on the horse weeping.

"I'm sorry, Qianqian..." Mo Jin quickly walked up to her, and asked again, "Where are you going with your luggage?"

"Go find that heartbreaker!" Mo Qianqian wiped away tears, shouted, and rode away.

"Qianqian, he is in Lianfu, Yangliu Lane, East Avenue, Beijing!"

"Thank you! Brother, return your things to you." A white unknown object flew over from a distance, and Mo Jin raised his hand to catch it.

In fact, isn't Mo Qianqian who is so persistent and sincere in his feelings admirable?

How many women in this world are as brave as her?Even men are far behind.

Fang Ji picked up the sword manual, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times. The past and the past, all kinds of pain intertwined, rushed out of his brain, and he felt his head was about to explode!

With trembling hands, he turned to the first page, and a line of beautiful small characters flooded into his eyes: Aji, Jin'er, I hope you are all well.There is a long way to go in life, I hope you will grow up happy and worry-free...

Before the rest of the words could be read clearly, a gust of wind blew by, and suddenly staggered and fell into a warm embrace.

Fang Ji looked up, and a familiar white jade mask fell into his eyes. Those tender eyes were as beautiful as they were back then. Time is gone, but the true love is still there.

"Does it hurt?" Fang Ji grabbed the injured palm, feeling cold and trembling.

"It doesn't hurt." Mo Jin smiled and asked, "Does the mask look good?"

"It's beautiful. It's really beautiful." Fang Ji held his hand tightly and said in a trembling voice, "I'll take you to a place."

"it is good!"

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