Handbook for Avoiding the Court

It was night, in the residential house under Wanqiu Mountain, Mrs. Liu was making tea, Fang Rumeng closed her eyes and propped her forehead.

A few knocks on the door sounded, Liu stood up and opened the door, and invited the visitor into the room to sit down in front of the coffee table.

Seeing people entering the house, Fang Rumeng still looked normal, and said calmly: "After tonight, you don't need to come back anymore, go live a happy life with your adoptive father."

"Isn't that what Madam told me to come here?"

"Of course not, everything that needs to be done has gone, and it's time to end." Fang Rumeng opened her eyes, a pair of peach blossom eyes that were exactly the same as Fang Ji's, but there were too many complicated things in those eyes.

"Ma'am, do you want to do it tonight?"

"Yes. Wang Mushen, how many years have you been in Yu'an? Don't you want to live a normal life?" Fang Rumeng glanced at Wang Mushen, and said with a little regret: "It's a pity what a great time."

Wang Mu smiled deeply, raised his hand to take off the mask on his face and put it aside, said: "It's not too late, but if something happens to me, please Madam protect my adoptive father in his old age."

"Fang's family is not short of that kind of food, eat and drink as he likes."

"However, there is one thing that I don't understand. Doesn't Madam know that Young Master Fang went to Wanqiu Mountain? Or does Madam want him to be buried with the dog emperor?"

When mentioning the emperor, Wang Mushen felt disgusted in his heart.

"What? Ji'er went up to Wanqiu Mountain?! Impossible! My people guarded at the foot of the mountain and never saw him go up the mountain!" Mrs. Liu picked up the teapot and poured two cups of tea for the two. The fragrance of the tea filled the room, and Fang Rumeng just calmed down a little.

The war is about to kick off, how can I mess up my position!

"Master Fang changed his appearance into the Second Highness Wang Qi. Didn't the lady's idiots see it? Besides, if the lady can't hand over my adoptive father, it's hard to guarantee that the dog emperor won't go crazy and lay down his hooves. If my foster brother has a Three long and two short..." Wang Mushen rubbed the cup wall, tilted his head to watch the ups and downs of the tea leaves in the cup, and said coldly: "It's good tea."

"This bastard, nothing bad!" Fang Rumeng rubbed his forehead, sighed deeply, and said for a long time, "Go back and gather all the people in Wuyou Town. If I guess correctly, Ji'er will Eight out of ten times, the dog emperor discovered it."

"But...Madam should know what I'm thinking." Wang Mushen still had a smile on his face.

Fang Rumeng understood, and raised her hand towards Mrs. Liu, who took out a small white jade bottle from her sleeve and handed it to Wang Mushen, saying: "Master Wang will no longer be troubled by Gu poison after taking this medicine. Prince Wang can keep his promise to help his wife complete the final task."

Putting the jade bottle in his arms, Wang Mushen felt extremely at ease. After so many years, he finally looked forward to this day. Regardless of whether he could return alive after this catastrophe, at least he won the last life for Wang Yuchen, even though he died without regret.

Wang Mushen got up and made a song for Fang Rumeng, and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you Madam for saving my life that year, I hope Madam can keep her promise, this subordinate will go and gather people to rescue Young Master Fang." Quick and decisive.

Fang Rumeng drank the tea on the coffee table in one gulp, the teacup fell to the ground and shattered.

Liu Shi was shocked, before she could speak, Fang Rumeng picked up the cloak and walked out.

"Miss, where are you going? It's dangerous outside, something needs to happen..." Liu chased her out.

"I want to stop them! My son is still on the mountain... my Ji'er..." For some reason, Fang Rumeng was a little lost at this moment.

"Miss..." Liu watched Fang Rumeng fly on the horse, her clothes fluttering, and she rode the dust, as if the former Fang Qinglian had returned...

There is no mother in this world who doesn't love her son, but she was at a loss at the time.

"Young Master, please forgive Miss." Liu murmured.

At this time, Young Master Fang was surrounded by guards on Wanqiu Mountain.

"Ah Jin, save Yijiu, I'll lure them away." Fang Ji touched his waist, it's too bad, not only did he not bring the black iron sword, even the dagger was thrown by Mo Jin that day. In the study, with bare hands...

Mo Jin looked up at his distressed appearance, and he understood. He took Fang Ji's hand, put the double pocket blades in his palm, and said softly: "This weapon was originally called a mandarin duck. You take it. I will deal with that old man. The emperor doesn't need it."

Fang Ji took the double arms, it turned out that it was called a mandarin duck, Fang Ji hugged him tenderly, and said in a deep voice: "I'm going, be careful."

Fang Ji's slightly red eyes glanced at the crowd of guards, let go of the people in his arms, leaped up and kicked down a few guards who had just climbed onto the roof, and led them to the front yard with a few vertical leaps.

Mo Jin clenched his sleeves tightly, and followed the fading figure for a long distance with his heart. He suddenly came back to his senses, jumped off the roof, hooked the eaves, and swept into the room, but the figure disappeared, only the The faint blue curtain fluttered in the cold wind, and a dangerous aura was gradually approaching.

Mo Jin took a few steps back vigilantly, the needle in his sleeve was already on the string.

There was a rustling sound, and a large number of men in black poured out on the beams, on the bed, and outside the window.

Mo Jin's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he said to himself, he fell into a trap!

"You want to sneak attack me?" The beaded curtain in the compartment was lightly opened, the emperor took Yijiu's arm, walked to the front of the couch, and sat down with his arms around Yijiu, less than ten feet away from Mo Jin.

Mo Jin chuckled and said, "Your Majesty is so close to me, you are not afraid of me..."

"Of course I'm afraid, but I just don't know how fast your hands are?" the emperor stroked his beard and said calmly.

Although his beard and hair are white, he is hale and hearty, and his words are quite regal.

Mo Jin looked around, there were rows of guns ready to go towards him, with obvious intentions, if he made a rash move, these guns could shoot him into a sieve.

"Is Fang Ji's remnants of the previous dynasty safe outside?" The emperor squinted his eyes and didn't look at Mo Jin, as if he was asking something unimportant, he just turned slightly to Yijiu and admired: "It's better to look like this." Satisfactory."

"Your Majesty is so well, so naturally Aji is well." Mo Jin replied calmly, but his heart was full of worries, Jiang was still old and hot, and he only blamed himself for not thinking carefully. few.

"Oh? You don't have anything to ask me? Just ask, so that you can understand."

Mo Jin asked, "It's true that my father robbed officials and treasury."

The emperor replied: "No."

Mo Jin asked, "Yuanyang, but you forced my father to build it for you?"

The emperor replied: "Naturally."

Mo Jin asked, "Wang Yiwen was your victim?"

The emperor replied: "No."

Mo Jin asked, "Is it you who has been killing Fang Ji all these years?"

The emperor replied: "Exactly."

"Thank you for your candor, Your Majesty." Mo Jin turned his eyes to Yi Jiu who was in the emperor's arms, and said again: "Wang Yushen is indeed dead, and I hope that His Majesty will let go of his obsession and spare his child."

"Nonsense! He is still alive, and he fell into my dream last night." The emperor's Adam's apple moved, his eyes were cold: "He is not dead, he wrote to me a few days ago..."

The room was filled with dark incense, green smoke lingered from the incense burner, Mo Jin suddenly felt unwell, this incense is poisonous!

"Mr. Mo, what is the effect of this mist? It's called Vanity Drunk, and it smells so limp, just like him." The wizard covered with an exorcism mask came out from the inside.

"It's not bad." As Mo Jin said, he rushed to the emperor like lightning, and pressed the silver needle to the emperor's throat, "but it's not as good as my blood-sealed Nether."

This action was only for a split second, and everyone didn't even see what happened clearly. Now they are wary, let alone dare to act rashly.

If you want to blame, you can only say that the emperor is too conceited.

Mo Jin only wanted to make a quick decision in this move. He was fighting for his life. If those bows, crossbows, and archers were faster than him, it would be a miserable death.

Never thought that he overestimated the strength of these people.

Mo Jin could hardly resist the erosion of this vanity powder, he was no longer invulnerable to all poisons, because Master Cheng Ye had dispelled all the poisons in his body, and now he is no different from a normal person.

"The rumor that you are invulnerable to all poisons seems to be true. It seems that I have underestimated you. You are worthy of being the son of Mo Beixing, but I don't know how your father disappeared?" The emperor smiled and looked at Yijiu with dull eyes, He added: "I have had enough of this life."

"I killed my father." Mo Jin said flatly, as if he just killed an animal.

"You are calm." The emperor smiled sadly. For a moment, he seemed to see Mo Beixing teaching himself how to dance a sword in the martial arts field when he was young, and Wang Yushen was beside him with a smile on his face, looking at him affectionately. Mo Beixing swung his long sword into the air, and he never had the heart to practice it again.

The old man has gone, and things are different.

"Let us go!" Mo Jin pressed the silver needle against the emperor's throat with one hand, pulled Yi Jiu out of his arms with the other, and stepped back towards the door step by step.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Mo Jin, and they didn't dare to slack off for a moment, but they were helpless, and no one dared to act rashly.

When approaching the door, the emperor's wide sleeves knocked over a white jade cup on the low table, and it shattered with a crisp sound.

All the bows and crossbowmen jumped out of the window, and the sorcerer also looked pale and staggered out.

Mo Jin's heart trembled, and a bad premonition welled up in his heart: "What order did you give?"

The emperor laughed, but his eyes were cold and terrifying: "Don't be afraid, it only takes a moment, and you will be relieved."

Mo Jin suddenly understood, "Madman!" The silver needle entered his throat, and the emperor's smile froze on his face.

Mo Jin dragged Yijiu and ran out, but found that his feet were weak. It was the first time he had seen this flashy drunk, and he hadn't prepared an antidote in advance. His vision began to blur, the corners of his lips twitched, and he couldn't let go of him in the front yard. At this moment, he is fighting fiercely, and he knows nothing about this catastrophe.

"Ah Ji, run... hurry..." Mo Jin pushed Yijiu out with luck in his palm, but he couldn't hold on any longer and fell limp on the ground, losing consciousness.

But for a moment, there were sounds of slashing and killing, swords and swords collided, and the battle was a mess.

Wang Mushen supported Fang Rumeng and rushed up the mountain with others.

"Ji'er, run..." Fang Rumeng broke free from Wang Mushen, and yelled to Fang Ji over and over again in the melee crowd, ignoring the wolves and tigers around her, piercing her body with sharp knives , she seemed to lose consciousness, looking for her child in the crowd at a loss.

Fang Ji's whole body was stained red with blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own blood or those guards. He was a little tired, and his blood-red eyes stared fiercely at the guards. There were corpses all over the ground, and blood flowed like a river.

The rest of the guards backed away in horror from the fierce gaze, and no one dared to move forward. The besieged people were like a hungry beast, drinking blood like a hungry beast.

A loud noise came from the fasting room in the backyard. In an instant, the backyard turned into a sea of ​​flames, and the hot tide rushed towards us.

"Ah Jin! No..." Fang Ji clenched his arms and staggered towards the backyard. The guards were shocked and threw away their helmets. He fled for his life down the mountain.

"I... didn't order to detonate the...explosive...who...who...my...son..." Fang Rumeng stretched out her blood-stained hand, trembling towards the distance, After all, she fell down and she was tired.

Life is like a dream, and it disappears when you wake up.

"Master Fang!" Wang Mushen flew over and dragged Fang Ji, who had collapsed and crazily, down the mountain. Unexpectedly, Fang Ji suddenly received a palm. Rib, Wang Mushen struggled to get up and shot a silver needle from his sleeve to seal Fang Ji's big hole. Fang Ji collapsed on the ground, staring desperately at the raging fire in the backyard. At that moment, his heart was burned to ashes by the fire. .

After a while, the front yard, the back mountain, the side courtyard, the main hall, and the altar, one after another loud noises came and went, rubble flew across the sky, and the residual leaves of trees mixed with the soil exploded into the air, and the fierce fire instantly engulfed the entire top of Wanqiu Mountain , those who failed to escape cried and shouted, but there is no god to protect the sky and the earth.

At this time, the creatures under the night of this side are as small and powerless as mayflies.

"Ming'er, our plan has succeeded. The dog emperor is finally willing to die." The father-in-law took Wang Cheng's hand, looked coldly at the sea of ​​flames and those people who were dying in the sea of ​​flames, and said with a smile: "This life is over. The only regret is that I can't save you."

Ming'er, no one has called this name for 20 years, he thought this person was dead.

The great revenge was avenged, but I didn't necessarily feel much better. After all, it was just a death, so there was nothing to fear and nothing to think about.

"Ming'er."

Through the scorching fire, Wang Cheng seemed to see his father and mother walking towards him slowly, holding his cold fingers, calling out again and again: "Ming'er..."

The green grass is green, the fragrance of flowers is overflowing, and the spring is full of joy. Unfortunately, these people will never be seen again.

All grievances, gods, strife, and scheming all disappeared in this cruel flame.

However, the living people are repeating the same mistakes, endlessly.

The author has something to say:

Not a tragedy.

I never write tragedies,

Don't watch tragedies.

Ps: I like to mention my mouth every day,

bow, crossbow

These two words are also spoken

The previous chapter was framed,

I dare not change it yet,

I'm afraid of being locked in red.