Handbook for Avoiding the Court

The fire burned for three days and three nights, thick smoke and ash filled the sky, and the noise went straight into the sky. The green hills ten miles away turned into a piece of scorched earth, and the eyes were full of desolation.

Fang Ji felt a pair of warm hands holding his hand in his drowsiness, and the voice of that person kept ringing in his ears, and he said a lot, but he seemed to be in chaos, no matter how hard he tried , He still couldn’t hear what the man said, Fang Ji wanted to know what the man said to him, he worked hard subconsciously, and finally woke up in the evening of the third day, but the person who had been talking to him was not around .

The afterglow of the setting sun filled the room, it was flushed, a little dazzling, Fang Ji opened his eyes, and his eyes hurt.

"Master, you are awake!" Zhao Xin, who was lying on the edge of the bed, was at a loss for what to do. He excitedly shouted out the window: "Master, you are awake!"

People rushed in one after another.

Fang Ji looked around, mother-in-law, Meng Tuo, Fang Lai, Qi Jiu... only Mo Jin was missing.

Fang Ji panicked for a while, feeling a bad premonition.

"Where is Ah Jin?"

The mother-in-law dragged Meng Tuo out of the room silently.

Fang Lai also bowed his head and walked out of the room.

Zhao Xin shrugged and followed Fang Lai.

Only Qijiu was left at a loss.

"Tell me, what happened after I fell into a coma?" Fang Ji stretched out his left hand, pulling Qi Jiu and said in a hoarse voice.

"Master..." Qijiu twitched the corners of her lips, hesitated to speak, caught a glimpse of Fang Ji's cold eyes out of the corner of her eye, so she had to tell everything that happened that miserable night in detail, and finally looked at Fang Ji glance.

Fang Ji froze, like an ice sculpture.

Qijiu suddenly regretted her bluntness, annoyed and wanted to slap herself, "Young Master...I...talk too much."

"Go to Uncle Xu's pen and send it to the county government tomorrow, as compensation for the destruction of the ten miles of green hills..." Fang Ji asked again: "How much did the Falcon lose?"

"More than 350 people." Qijiu's face was solemn and his voice was hoarse.

"There are so many...the family members who treat them well."

As soon as the words came out, he couldn't help laughing bitterly, and laughed at himself: "I forgot that they are all orphans, so stupid!"

Qijiu was even more ashamed when she heard the words: "I'm sorry young master, it's Qijiu who is incompetent..."

"Ah Jin is suffering, he must be feeling bad..." Fang Ji murmured.

"The first two nights... the young master has been kneeling in the courtyard for two whole nights, no one can persuade him, and he guards the young master during the day..."

Fang Ji dug his fingertips into the brocade quilt, his heart was twisted by something, it hurt, he sighed deeply, closed his eyes, and said: "Prepare a good horse, I'll go find him, I don't worry about him alone... "

His mother, Fang Rumeng, had always hated Mo Jin deeply. Although she didn't know why she carelessly let the master escape to treat Mo Jin, the seeds of fear planted in his heart by urinating never disappeared. If he could, he would die forever. If you don't want Mo Jin to meet her, you can't even do it!Now that Mo Jin went to Wanqiu Mountain alone, he was bound to meet that crazy woman—his mother.

This news made him terrified, and the bad premonition that rose from the bottom of his heart made him unable to stay for a moment.

This frightened Qijiu, how could this injury withstand the bumps on the horse's back?

"Young Master, I will call you a carriage, this injury must not cause bumps..." Qijiu was very worried in his heart, but he knew Fang Ji's temper well, and he couldn't do anything.

"The carriage can't catch up, go ahead, don't delay, I'll leave at dawn, and you'll go back to the northwest if you delay!" Fang Ji scolded angrily, and then slowly shrank back into the bed, not even showing his head, leaving seven or nine alone Depressed by the side, for a long time, Qijiu bowed and retreated.

How can the master's intention be violated, hey.

On the official road to Wanqiu Mountain, a sky blue figure galloped past two days ago.

In the early morning two days later, the air was still damp and cold, and another white figure galloped away.

The sound of horseshoes is loud in my ears.

In the early morning three days later, the sky showed a fish-belly white, and the pale moon was still obliquely hooked in the gray sky, looming.

Fang Ji finally arrived at the small town at the foot of Wanqiu Mountain - Wuyou Town.

It's a beautiful and quiet place. It's not in vain that Fang Ji drove around day and night for three days. He changed two or three horses, but when he arrived, he was exhausted.

According to the information obtained by Qijiu, the 24th of the first lunar month is the day of offering sacrifices to the heavens. It is only two days, and his mother will definitely do it on that day. More than 200 boxes of drugs have been successfully carried up with the help of the third prince. Wanqiu Mountain was buried, once so many bombs were detonated, half of the entire Wanqiu Mountain would be blown away.

In terms of height, Wanqiu Mountain is not as good as Wushan Mountain, but it is steep and precipitous, with 99 steps spiraling up, and it does not meet and stretch with other mountains, making it even more abrupt and strange.

If there was only the dog emperor on this mountain, he and Mo Jin would not have come here, but there are so many people, such as King Ming—his father.

A crazy person like his mother would definitely not be reluctant to hurt the so-called innocent.

Fang Ji's mind was spinning fast, where is Mo Jin at this moment?Could it be on the mountain?

The mountain was heavily guarded, and there were thousands of Imperial Forest Army entrenched at the foot of the mountain. How would Mo Jin get in?

Fang Ji suddenly remembered something, and his brows were knit together in an instant, Mo Jin would change his face...

Before you know it, it's mao shi, and the orange-yellow morning sun breaks through the sky, filled with clouds and smoke.

Fang Ji half-closed his eyes and looked at the rising sun, but his body was even more tired. The wound bumped all the way and still hurt. He wished he could use it for a day or two, because his body couldn't hold it anymore, and his steps gradually became ethereal.

"Guest officer, please go slowly!"

"Guest officer, how many are you?"

……

The one-three-story inn on the street is very luxurious, and the guests are already arriving like a cloud just after dawn.

Fang Ji led the horse and stood at the entrance of the inn, watching the gradually bustling crowd, coming and going, dizzy, looking around at a loss.

"Guest officer, do you want to stay here? This is the best inn in Wuyou Town, but there is only one room left!" The clerk at the shop has a good eye, and he saw Fang Ji in the lobby, even though Fang Ji was covered in mud. , but with that gorgeous attire, it looks like a rich owner, and he is also a rich man from other places...

Fang Ji entered the shop dumbly, threw an ingot of gold with the waiter, and asked lightly, "Answer me a question, and you won't have to look for this gold."

The waiter's eyes were full of gold, this rich and powerful young master looked at him for the first time, he was very nervous, he nodded hurriedly and said: "Excuse me, my lord, I will know everything and talk endlessly, it's not me bragging, I am very well-informed and ruthless, forget your worries I don't know anything about town! For example, Widow Liu and that..."

"Okay." Fang Ji cut him off decisively, "Have you ever seen a young man in Tsing Yi who is about my age and looks quite good..."

The waiter pretended to be in thought for a moment, scratched his head, and said haha: "I've seen it before! He's really handsome, eight feet tall, majestic..."

"For change, I only stay for one day." Fang Ji glanced at the waiter, with "dead liar" written all over his face.

"Don't...hey!" The shop clerk said, "The duck is flying!"

Fang Ji didn't have a good rest for several days and nights, he was really tired, and fell asleep as soon as his back was pressed against the bed.

I don't know how long I slept for. When I woke up, it was dark and the moon was in the middle of the sky. Fang Ji got up, and the waiter brought dinner, and asked with a philistine smile: "Is it okay for you, my lord? appetite?"

Although Fang Ji's stomach is empty, but his heart is full of things, he doesn't have any thought to savor it carefully, he just picks food to fill his stomach, it tastes like chewing wax, but he can't resist the enthusiastic service of the waiter, Fang Ji smiles Shaking his head, he took out a piece of silver from his bosom, and said in a low voice, "Take it away, and get some hot water by the way."

"Dele!" The shop waiter got the money, his face was full of joy, he bowed and picked up the food and quickly walked out.

Fang Ji lay back on the bed, staring at the bed curtain in a daze, and the scene when he had just returned to the Simu Garden that day appeared in his mind, the sky blue figure standing in the sun, handsome and tall, he smiled at him, shining...

"Ah Jin..." Fang Ji raised his hand and made a move against Void.

"Ah Jin." He couldn't stop chanting, fascinated and insane.

Counting that the two have been separated for six days, this is not a long time, but since that day, it seems that there are other things besides missing and admiring, which makes people taste the essence.

The window lattice suddenly opened for some reason, and a gust of cold wind poured in. Fang Ji turned over absent-mindedly, and looked up through the window. The lights are bright, and this place has the characteristics of a night market. Just as I was fascinated, a familiar figure rushed in and crashed into Fang Ji's arms.

"Ah Jin!" Fang Ji's heart thumped violently, caught off guard, as if in a dream.

Whatever you want, God will not deceive me.

"When did you arrive?" Mo Jin asked with a tired voice.

"Yesterday morning, I was really sleepy. Why didn't you wait for me to come with me after I fell asleep at this time." Fang Ji hugged him tightly, his eyes were wet and hot, and said guiltily: "I made you unhappy."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to meet you in my next life. I'm afraid I'll kill you like hell. I'm afraid I'll fall into a beast after death. Let's live..." Mo Jin laughed at himself, "The next life is over."

"I'm with you..." Fang Ji murmured.

"I don't want you to be with me." Mo Jin put his face on Fang Ji's chest, his beating heart teased Mo Jin, a little embarrassed...

"I think." Fang Ji rubbed the top of Mo Jin's hair, and said, "How did you know I'm here?"

"Qijiu sent a message saying that you came to look for me, so I thought that you, the young master, would definitely not live in that small inn, so..."

"So, you came here, and opened the windows of other people's houses to look at each other, like a flower picker." Fang Ji smiled and said, "You really understand me."

Mo Jin didn't say anything, just watched and smiled, his eyes were burning and eager, and his smile was soft and gentle.

The two hugged each other in silence for a long time, and they didn't know whose heart was beating violently like a ferocious beast, which was very frightening.

"I've searched carefully on Wanqiu Mountain. Your mother has transported all the things up the mountain. We just need to find a way to lure the prince down the mountain. As for the old emperor..." Mo Jin was a little flustered, but suppressed his breath, With a straight face, he said: "Death is more than a crime."

Fang Ji stared at Mo Jin's face without blinking, and said casually, "Well, death is more than worthwhile."

"But the prince has always been loyal. Although it is widely rumored that the prince is going to... rebel, I don't believe it. If he knows about it, he will try his best to stop it. But what can I do to keep him from going to Wanqiu Mountain without knowing it? It's very difficult, but it would be easy if he doesn't stop things, you just need to find someone to pretend to be him and go up the mountain."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Fang Ji was distracted, his heart was burning wildly, and he didn't care about other things.

Mo Jin looked up at Fang Ji, and after a while, he said displeasedly, "What are you thinking?"

"You." Fang Ji breathed like fire, but he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, and his answer was eager and somewhat obscure.

Mo Jin clearly saw the scorching flames in Fang Ji's eyes, the scorching heat, but he tried his best to hide it, which seemed a little funny and pitiful.

Mo Jin's heart suddenly tightened, his scalp was numb.

"You... want... me?" Mo Jin tugged on Fang Ji's lapel, stuttering.

"Well, I really want to, it's hard to think about it." Fang Ji said sullenly.

"I..." Mo Jin's nose was sore, he didn't know what to do, but he just tightened his arms around Fang Ji's waist.

The room is dimly lit, Fang Ji gathers people in his shadow, the desire that he restrained originally, fire pours out from these three words, he hangs his head and kisses his warm lips, tender, lingering, like an idiot Such as drunkenness, evil, and burning hearts are all melted.

Mo Jin's face was red and hot, and his heart was beating like a drum.

From the initial taste, the two ended up gnawing and biting crazily, each other's lips, tongue touching tongue, sweeping the roof of the mouth, until the person was limp from the kiss, and the messy clothes were peeled off one by one and scattered all over the floor. Fang Ji picked him up and rolled him to the depth of the bed.

The spring breeze is sultry, the candlelight looks forward, and the room is charming.

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