Reborn as a crazy female disciple of the God who killed his wife three times

Mo Li.

Herself.

The last time she accepted He Xiruo's invitation, she used her identity as the elder of Jiange to privately pretend to be an outer disciple of Jiange in Jiange, which no one could expose. By chance, she used this to enter the Zhao family and found out some core information.

But I was on the list of traitors in the Sword Pavilion of the Anbu.

For a moment, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Should he admire the Anbu's sharpness and meticulousness for bringing up himself who used a fake identity, or should he scold the Anbu for being stupid for even making one of his own people one of the traitors in Jian Ge?

Furthermore, if one thinks more deeply, the Anbu under Su Xun's control has also been infiltrated, and someone has presented "Mo Li" to them to lure them into the trap, so that they can find out each other's background and kill each other. That would be even more chilling.

So Li Mo asked Su Xun: "What do you think?"

Su Xun replied: "I am thinking of the most horrible level."

Li Mo raised his eyebrows, not surprised by Su Xun's answer. Su Xun's character was such a meticulous and careful one. He was not sure that "Mo Li" was Li Mo, but she had caused chaos in the Zhao family, so it was at least very likely that she was from his side. However, the Anbu sent her this list, and someone like him would never think that the Anbu made a mistake by accident.

"Then what are you going to do?"

"What's the best way to deal with an enemy in the dark?"

"Luring the snake out of its hole... Do you want to set up a plan? Do you want me to cooperate?"

"No need, just do your thing." But he didn't tell Li Mo what he wanted her to do.

Li Mo didn't say anything else. They all knew that as the two of them moved deeper, the counterattack they would face would become stronger. Now was just the beginning...

Si Xiaoxiao came in again and heard Su Xun say, "I got an informant in this operation, but he refused to say too much. He said he would tell you the whole story after seeing you."

"Oh?" Li Mo was slightly surprised. She took the medicine handed to her by Si Xiaoxiao, thanked her, and looked down to see the liquid in the medicine bowl sparkling, as if there were stars in it. She drank it without saying a word, and handed the bowl back with a smile.

Si Xiaoxiao stared at the medicine bowl for a moment, then took it.

"I'll bring him to see you tomorrow." Su Xun said.

"Okay." Li Mo responded.

……

After talking with Su Xun, she once again threw a fake doll into the quilt, pretending to sleep and recuperate, and once again transformed herself into "Mo Li" and appeared in Zhao Qingren's yard.

She now spends most of her time and energy on "Mo Li" who has infiltrated the Zhao family.

Zhao Qingren was wearing a light gauze gown and was sitting in the study meditating.

Her eyebrows are solemn, like the bright moon in the sky, without a trace of dust on them.

Seeing her come in, Zhao Qingren opened his eyes. The two looked at each other, and the sound of the bamboo wind outside the window became louder. Li Mo smiled gently and said, "What do you want, young master?" The smile was as gentle as water, echoing the wind outside the house, making people's hearts move gently...

A line of poetry flashed through Zhao Qingren’s mind: I can hear distant water through the bamboo window, and the moon rises as if in the creek.

For some reason, the poem I read yesterday came to my mind.

He lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Come and serve Mo."

"Yes." Li Mo responded.

Zhao Qingren seldom asked Li Mo to serve him ink as soon as she entered the room, but today he was actually interested in writing a lot of calligraphy. Li Mo was quietly grinding ink beside him. She was very good at grinding ink. In her previous life, she was a person who did everything to the utmost. The ink she ground was impeccable for Zhao Qingren, a top immortal nobleman.

Zhao Qingren wrote several sheets of paper, and finally, he wrote a sentence on a piece of white paper: "The fragrance covers the fire for years" and stopped writing.

He raised his eyes and saw that "Mo Li"'s eyes were like the crescent moon in the sky, looking at him quietly, as if waiting for him to speak, not caring about what he was doing or thinking, she just looked at him quietly... He looked away, picked up the pen, folded the paper with "Fragrance Covers Years of Fire" written on it and put it into his sleeve, saying lightly: "Collect them in the book."

"Yes."

Zhao Qingren would only write calligraphy when she had free time, and she had to collect them into a book. It could be said that her only job in the study, apart from grinding ink, was to organize the books.

Zhao Qingren was extremely wary of her and never discussed matters with his subordinates in front of her, so she could not get any news about the Zhao family.

Li Mo picked up the paper, but did not go down immediately. Instead, she stood there motionless.

This forced Zhao Qingren to look up at her.

She looked into Zhao Qingren's eyes, raised the corners of her mouth and smiled gently, saying, "I just met Mr. Zhao San."

"Really?" Zhao Qingren replied indifferently.

Li Mo didn't say anything else, but left the desk silently holding the paper in his hand.

Zhao Qingren watched her slowly leave his desk, then lowered his eyes to look at the place where she had just stood. His eyes were deep, and it was unknown what he was thinking about.

Li Mo was sorting books across the bookcase. Zhao Qingren could see her movements through the grid. She moved her hands and feet with an air as graceful as bamboo and as soft as the moon. It was hard to look away. Suddenly, her shoulders twitched and she paused...

"What's wrong?" Zhao Qingren asked.

"Nothing." Li Mo's voice was faint, as if nothing had happened.

Zhao Qingren put down the pen in his hand, and said in a calm voice, "Come here."

A figure slowly stepped out of the opposite room, with a scented shadow of gauze skirt floating out. The shadow passed through the light of the whale fat jade candle burning lightly in the room, like a shadow passing through people's hearts... She slowly walked in front of Zhao Qingren, and Zhao Qingren seemed to see her for the first time, and looked at her seriously for the first time.

She stood there, letting him look at her in silence.

"show me."

Four words echoed in the study, the candlelight flickered, and the elongated shadows of the two people swayed on the wall.

A finger as white as a bamboo shoot stretched out in front of Zhao Qingren, with a spot of bright red on it, which was immediately eye-catching.

It turned out that the tip of Li Mo's finger was scratched by the paper, and a bead of blood oozed out.

The blood color made the night in the study even more enchanting; the touch of red on the alluring white brought a slightly dangerous atmosphere into the room.

Zhao Qingren's gaze stayed on the bright red color for a moment. He slowly stretched out his finger and placed it on her injured fingertip. His spiritual power burst out slightly, and "Mo Li's" finger was restored to its original state.

The wound healed, but Li Mo did not withdraw her hand. She raised her eyes, looked at Zhao Qingren, and said softly: "Young Master, you are so important, yet you are so careful in treating injuries. Is it because you took care of your younger siblings when you were young?"

Zhao Qingren looked at her. He always had the attitude of a superior, not vicious, but he seldom looked at her. But today, he looked at her abnormally several times.

"Do you know about my childhood?"

"I was just chatting with the third young master, and he mentioned that you took care of them when you were young and you had a deep affection for them." Then he said that he would definitely ask Zhao Qingren for her.

"is it?"

"If the eldest son didn't ask me, what else did the third son say to me?"

"To stick to you and make you do what he wants?" He asked in a calm but to-the-point tone.

If he had said this just now, it would not be a big deal, but the two of them were so close to each other at this moment, and his words inexplicably added a sense of ambiguity.

If she were an ordinary maid or a woman who wanted to seduce him, she might have said something coquettishly to make the atmosphere more ambiguous, but Li Mo said calmly: "The third young master told me that he will find the value that can be reflected in front of you, and then win me back."

"Oh?" Zhao Qingren's eyes flickered slightly. The atmosphere of gently protecting her just now was just a trap set by him, a trap that would expose her flaws, but she did not fall into the trap. She was like a calm old well under the moon, and was not affected by it. For some reason, Zhao Qingren felt a faint disappointment in his heart.