Suzhou Mengchang

"Jiao'e, are you really going?"

Mo Yizhi stood at his original position without moving a step, but his tone was a bit more obstructive, but the man outside the door would not listen.

Today, Jiao'e specially wore a thin shirt embroidered with peach blossoms. In the spring of March, with the breeze floating, the fragrance of the powder wiped around Jiao'e's neck wafted wisps of fragrance, and there was an illusion of the fragrance of peach blossoms on the thin shirt.

"Jiao'e Jiao'e lets you call like this every day, don't you really think I'm that girl Jiao'e?"

Jiao'e stopped outside the door and said this with a dissatisfied brow, and then left the yard.

When he spoke like this, he just turned a corner and told Mo Yizhi that he was only born more delicate, but he had a bit of a vicious air about him, and no matter how good-looking and tall he was, he still acted like a man.

Suzhou is not far from the imperial palace, and Jiao'e arrived soon.The palace wall is high, and the spring inside the wall is more awe-inspiring than outside the wall.

On the dragon couch, Murong Wuhen leaned against the side of the couch wearing the emperor's clothes, and a man embroidered with peach blossoms was kneeling beside the couch.

Murong Wuhen got off the couch, took a mahogany comb from the copper mirror stand, walked slowly to Jiao'e's side, knelt down, and combed his long hair reverently.

Jiao'e avoids Wuhen and sits on the couch. At this time, the positions of the two are actually reversed.

Wuhen smiled, stood up and approached the bed.

"You threw yourself into your arms and brought you here, where else do you want to hide?"

Jiao'e unbuttoned her belt, and the peach blossoms fell to the ground. She stood up and stared at Wuhen in front of her, her hand slid from his neck, over his Adam's apple, all the way to his chin and lips.

He always likes to strike first, so what about the palace, not to mention that the master is an unworthy son who occupies the magpie's nest.

Wuhen leaned closer to Jiao'e, sniffed his breath, and whispered something in his ear.

"The rumors in Suzhou are good, but you are indeed a disaster."

"It's just that you know it later."

After finishing speaking, Murong Wuhen fell to the ground with a dagger in his chest, blood dripped on the peach blossom shirt on the ground, staining it dark red.

At three o'clock in front of the Suzhou Mo Mansion, a man dressed in blood peach blossoms pushed the door open and entered.

A few oil lamps were lit in the main hall, and one of Mo Yi drank tea.

Jiao'e sat opposite Mo Yizhi, held the teapot with her hands and poured half a pot of tea into her mouth, her posture was very coquettish, the blood peach blossoms on her clothes seemed to be shining under the candlelight, but Mo Yizhi Still savoring the lingering fragrance in his teacup by himself.

"Waste my half pot of good tea."

"I only know how to drink wine to relieve lovesickness. Mr. Mo drinks tea in the middle of the night because he misses me?"

"Is Jiao'e a woman or a villain, so difficult to raise?"

"People in Suzhou say that the Mohist master is taciturn, but they don't know that he is so eloquent."

"That's the living dumb being able to speak for the first time by you."

Jiao'e put down the teapot, there was a faint smile in the candlelight, the blood peach blossom was a little less sad, and the people it reflected were several times more beautiful than usual.

"How is it?" Mo Yizhi usually talked less than usual.

"It's just killing people."

"How's the palace?"

"The change of master in the world has been chaotic in the past few years, but I asked Murong Wuyang to take his place. Wuyang is gentle and can become a great weapon. Since they are twins, it is easier for the civet cat to replace the prince."

"It's good that a lot of lives are saved." Mo Yizhi poured another cup of tea and said nothing.

"You only ask the world, don't ask me? Don't ask him?"

"It's just killing people. Why do you have to worry about it? What else does he have to ask?"

"What about me and him?"

"It's not surprising that emperors have always had a penchant for raising boys."

"It's not that I can't understand Longyang's goodness and his habit of breaking sleeves. It's just that he dominates the country and acts recklessly, and second, he acts recklessly without understanding."

"When did Jiao'e become so chivalrous? Are all fox monsters like this?"

Jiao'e didn't immediately refute him, she put her hands on the table to support her face, looked carefully at Mo Yizhi and said slowly: "When you get close to vermilion, you get red; when you get close to ink, you get black." This sentence told him that she just learned from him. That's all.

The moon was as bright as fat, and Mo Yi was sitting in white clothes, not speaking anymore.

Seeing that Mo Yizhi stopped talking to him, Jiao'e's tender pink clothes were stained with blood, she stood up abruptly, half bent over and raised Mo Yizhi's chin, teasing her habitually: "Mr. Mo should rest earlier, Jiao'e will I won't accompany you anymore." After saying that, he left without looking back.

Mo Yizhi continued to drink without any reaction, but he couldn't help but think that it was not an exaggeration for Suzhou people to give him the name of disaster water for him to tease people at will.

The next day, the full moon faded, and the sun was fine, filling half of the room.In the early spring of March, there is a fresh style. Jiao'e sits on the thrush lazily, with the peaks of the eyebrows closed but not visible, and buries all the world's feelings and words into the Wuya River seven years ago, as if as long as he doesn't mention it, Mo Yi The reason will never be known.

He has lived for more than 1000 years, but only these seven years have been comfortable, guarding Mo Yizhi to be a disaster in Suzhou City.

It's just that I don't know how long it will last like this.

In the pavilion of the Mo Mansion, Mo Yi held the book in his hand, and walked over it with cold eyes. When the sun fell on his body, he would not avoid it, as if he was heading towards the scorching sun.Even after being reborn, this person is still the same as before. He likes to bask in the sun, has few emotions, and is lonely and reticent.Therefore, even though he lived in Suzhou for seven years, Mo Yizhi only spoke ten sentences to others, most of the words were indeed "□□" by Jiao'e.

At this time, Jiao'e came out wearing a goose-yellow gauze dress, her long hair was hanging down, the man's character was hidden in a charming appearance, it was difficult to distinguish the gender, or the extremely beautiful person was too clear to argue with .Jiao'e moves to change scenes, every step is picturesque, and her smile is hard to hide.

"Mr. Mo is truly magnificent. No wonder all the girls in Suzhou want to marry into the Mo residence, but the man wants to marry me back to the residence."

Mo Yizhi read the words in the book carefully, but he really didn't want to talk to Jiao'e, it was very difficult.

Jiao'e walked in, reached out to take Mo Yizhi's book, and asked: "Is Mr. Mo interested in any girl?"

Mo Yizhi knew that he couldn't hide from this fox, so he looked up at him and said, "You are not bad."

Jiao'e smiled slantingly, put the book on the stone table, sat down by herself, first said respectfully: "Young master is joking." Then she smiled dismissively: "I am not good at all?"

"Why don't you go look for those princes and nobles of yours and make fun of me dumb?"

"Mr. Mo, you have never had a romantic relationship, so don't be fooled by someone else." Jiao'e avoided Mo Yizhi's eyes: "How about you and I living in Suzhou all the time?"

"Okay." Mo Yizhi felt that his question was really strange, but he still replied seriously.

Seven years in the world, seven days in the sky.Jiao'e knew that Su Muli's Xiyue Palace should be lifted. Once she was able to enter and leave the Heavenly Palace, she would definitely come down to the mortal world to look for Mo Yizhi. For good and bad, Jiao'e did not expect that Mo Yizhi would not be able to escape.

He doesn't pretend to be frivolous, but actually tries to test Mo Yizhi's intentions. He is only looking for a reason to get close to those princes and nobles. Pulling Mo Yizhi will allow him to get in touch with more women from other people's houses. If he has feelings for other women, Su Muli had no other choice.It's a pity that in the past seven years, no matter how Jiao'e made arrangements in the open or in the dark, Mo Yizhi was as stubborn as a stone.

Now, when will Su Muli come?Jiao'e had already lost the entire Wuya Mountain, he thought, he must protect Mo Yizhi.

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