Suzhou Mengchang

Zixun fell asleep again because he was afraid of disturbing the giant python, so no candles were lit in Mo Yizhi's room.At this moment, when Mo Yizhi came back, the room was pitch black, with moonlight shining through occasionally.Just now he could see clearly the room next to him, but now it was late, and Mo Yizhi walked to the bedside vaguely based on his memory.

As he got closer to the bed, Mo Yizhi felt that something was wrong, and a wet breath rushed towards his face.He immediately lit the candle lamp, and saw Zixun curled up at the corner of the bed with his head buried.

Mo Yizhi was startled, and immediately went to the bedside without taking off his shoes and got on the bed, bowing his head in front of the curled up Zixun in a kneeling posture.Zixun's clothes had been changed before, and all his wounds were hidden under his clothes.Mo Yizhi looked at him, his hot eyes turned sore.

Zixun lowered his head, and Mo Yizhi stretched out his hand to gently stroke his head: "Jiao'e, have you been awake for a long time?"

After asking, Mo Yizhi's hand was still stroking Zixun's hair from top to bottom, as if to comfort him.

The head that Mo Yizhi was caressing slowly lifted up, and there were still bright teardrops hanging in his eyes, shining brightly.

"What's the matter?" Mo Yizhi froze for a moment, wiped Zixun's tears with his other free hand, and then coaxed with a smile: "Jiao'e used to cry as much as she does now."

He smiled lightly, moistening things silently, as if everything in the world was like his smile, making people carefree and unsurprised.

Zixun moved towards Mo Yizhi's side, staring at Mo Yizhi with a pair of red eyes, as if he wanted to see through him, for fear that he would disappear.

"Young master, I'm afraid..."

"...You don't want me anymore..."

"...When I was young, my father didn't want me...Now, Wu Yashan doesn't want me..."

Big teardrops fell down, and Zixun grabbed Mo Yizhi's clothes with trembling hands, sobbing softly, "I'm afraid...you don't want me anymore..."

Mo Yizhi's smile froze, his eyes were sore.He was the one who ruined Wuya Mountain, and he was the one who ruined Zixun.He grabbed Zixun's hand that was holding the hem of his clothes, and Mosha held Zixun's trembling hand and said slowly: "When I was younger, Li'er led me back to Mount Wuya. I once saw a It is a portrait of a woman. It is said in the book that Jiao’e is as beautiful as the first moon, and her eyes are like waves. The first time I saw you, I felt that you were very similar to the woman in the painting. At that time, I thought I was dreaming, and called you Jiao'er. Later, I realized that the portrait I saw before was actually drawn by the artist. At that time, you were traveling abroad, and you and I had never met each other."

Mo Yizhi stretched out his hand to pull Zi Xun's loose hair behind his ears, and continued: "I call you Jiao'e, and you always answer. I never thought that it would take so long to call Jiao'e. At that time, I was capable Inadvertently, you always think that I ignore Wu Ya's political affairs, but secretly take over everything and let me go. You are good at making tea, and a fox gentleman cooks tea for me every day. During the nights when I was hurt, I If I ask you for a drink, you will drink with me.

You live in that courtyard with me, you have to take care of Wu Ya and me.I have a cold temper, and you never tire of going back and forth again and again. In the first few years when I was with you, you probably called me dumb in your heart. I ignored you like that, but you didn't abandon me.You always disagree and love to tease me, but I always know that you are doing it for my own good.

You drove her away, but you were thinking of Wu Ya and me.It's just unpredictable, after all, I failed Wu Ya and you.

Jiao'e, now you have lost Wuya Mountain, you have lost Wuya clansmen, you have been punished by Beichen Palace, and you are wounded all over your body.Think about it, who made you look like this? "

Mo Yizhi wiped Cha Zixun's tears again, and said, "It's me."

"It's me who made you like this. You haven't left me yet, how can I be willing to leave you? You haven't wanted me yet, how can I be willing to leave you?"

Mo Yizhi held Zixun's hand in his palm, and said solemnly: "Jiao'e, remember, only you hate me and you don't want me, how can there be such a thing as I don't want you."

For the first time, he said so many words in one breath, so frankly.Zixun cried more and more, his voice was muffled, but Mo Yizhi could hear it clearly.

"I don't hate you... Young Master, I can't bear you..."

"Okay. Jiao'e is obedient. If you believe me, you can relax." Mo Yizhi hugged Zixun, stroked his back with one hand, and said gently.

The night was dark, thinking about Zixun's injury and needing more rest, Mo Yizhi Yin Zixun lay down, turned on the lamp, lay on his side beside Zixun, and covered him with a quilt.

"I believe you." Zixun stopped his tears and leaned against the pillow, his voice was a little tired.

A few clouds covered the moon, and the sky became darker.

In the room next to it, the blue bird turned back into the body of a giant python, coiled on the ground, shining silver.He got Mo Yi's permission to go to Yunqiu Mountain, so he was very happy and grateful.Yunqiu Mountain is one of the spiritual mountains, which is of great benefit to practice.

In half a month, the blue bird returned blood with blood, Murong Wuhen's complexion gradually turned rosy at first, and later he was able to run and jump, the delighted Master Murong and his wife were short of building a shrine for Mo Yizhi to be worshiped by people.According to the previous promise, Qingniao said goodbye and went to Yunqiu Mountain.

Mo Yizhi often feeds his own blood to Zixun when he is unconscious. The medicinal effect of the white nettle remaining in the blood is beyond Mo Yizhi's expectation.Zixun's injury has healed for five or six points, and his mind is rarely blurred anymore. Mo Yizhi tried to feed him some blood, but he couldn't do it. He just waited for his wound to heal on its own.Zixun seldom speaks, often alone in a daze, and there is always another person sitting next to him in a daze.

Originally, the Second Young Master Murong recovered from his illness and should move back to the original place, but he often pesters Zixun and still lives here.A child as old as the second son is lively, and Zi Xun gradually talks more and more, so Mo Yizhi would also like to see this child come often.

The leaves fall and the leaves grow, the swallows go and the swallows return, and the dolls on the street chase and play with each other with candied haws.

Mo Yizhi dared to let go and leave for three days when Zixun was completely healed and it was the end of the spring of the second year.The second young master walked around Zixun for three days, and Zixun didn't have that hard to get used to.

Zixun knew that Mo Yizhi had returned to Wuya.Thousands of miles away, there are still people weeding and filling new soil.

Some pain cannot be erased, so it is covered up by the years with loess, layer by layer, and there is a backlog of new ones, so I pretend to forget the old ones.

Some walk with heavy loads, but also stubbornly resist and hurt others.After all, it can be engraved, but not profound.

"Sister Jiao'e! Sister Jiao'e!" Second Master Murong pushed the door in with a small box in his hand.

"Didn't Elder Sister just enter the spring like a peach tree?" The second son of Murong opened his eyes wide, waiting for Zixun to confirm.

"I can't remember some of them." Zixun answered with his head turned.

"It's a painting I once gave my sister. It depicts a peach tree in a peach forest ten miles away. My sister once praised the peach blossoms on that tree, and its blossoms are shining." The second son of Murong began to trace back, but it was just Zixun's casual remark , but he kept in mind.Second Young Master Murong opened the box he was holding, and inside was a mahogany comb.

The texture of the peach wood comb is clear, and two peach blossoms are carved on the right corner, delicate and flashy, with white jade inlaid on the peach blossoms, it can be seen that a lot of thought has been wasted.

"This is?" Zixun asked.

"I cut down that tree, and found the best branch to make a mahogany comb for my sister!" The second son of Murong sent the box over, looked at Zi Xun eagerly, and asked cautiously: "Sister, do you like it? "

"Hen'er, how old are you?" Zixun suddenly asked.

"After the birthday, it will be nineteen." The second son of Murong replied foolishly.

"At this age, it's time to get married. Shouldn't such a thing be given to your sweetheart?"

The second son of Murong blushed when he heard this, bit his lips as if he had made up his mind and said, "Sister... have you ever married Brother Mo?"

"What if you have succeeded, so what if you haven't?" Zixun asked indifferently.

"I've never heard my sister call Brother Mo 'Sang Gong' or something, I'm not young, I...I..." The Second Young Master Murong trembled, and shouted: "I only like Sister Jiao'e! "After that, he ran away stepping on the wind with the soles of his feet in his arms.

Zixun sat where he was, but actually lowered his head and smiled.It happened that when Mo Yizhi came back, he saw that the smile looked a little bit like before, so he asked, "What's the matter?"

"My lord, a beauty is a disaster. I'm afraid I've hurt someone else again." After saying that, she looked at Mo Yi and smiled even more.

Mo Yizhi didn't see him smile for a long time, he stood at the door lost his mind for a while, and replied after a while: "It's very good that you will be the troublemaker in Suzhou City from now on."

After that day, for half a month, Zixun didn't see the second young master Murong again, he thought about the nature of a child, and he forgot everything he said.

Another half month passed like this, one day, the second son Murong suddenly pushed the door open, Zixun and Mo Yizhi were chatting some gossip, saw him coming in, Zixun laughed without saying a word.

"But Miss Jiao'e?" the visitor asked.

Zixun immediately understood, although this man looks exactly the same as Murong Wuhen, but his brows are much softer, more like a gentleman.

"Aren't you Murong Wuhen?" Zi Xun asked.

"Miss has good eyesight. The two young masters of the Murong Mansion, my younger brother and I are twins. I am Murong Wuyang." Murong Wuyang behaved well, completely different from the second young master.

"Wuyang came here suddenly..." Mo Yizhi asked, he might have forgotten that this place was Murong Mansion.

"Wuhen asked me to tell the girl that we will meet tomorrow at the sunset."

Zixun glanced at Mo Yizhi and saw that he didn't respond, so he replied, "I'm going to make an appointment."

After Murong Wuyang finished being the middleman, he left.

Zixun stared at Mo Yizhi and laughed wildly.

Mo Yizhi looked at him: "Don't come looking for you, why are you smiling at me?"

"Mr. Mo, if you had made it clear that I was not a girl in the first place, you wouldn't have made such a fuss now. Wouldn't it be funny, sir?" Zixun held back his smile and argued.

"It doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman. If he really likes you, he just likes you. It doesn't matter whether you are a man or a woman?" Mo Yi said this kind of words in a serious manner, as if he had experienced a lot. □General.

Mo Yizhi went on to say: "Besides, Jiao'e may not be inferior to women. I look at all the women in the world, and there is no one who can win you."

"My lord is telling the truth." Jiao'e's expression was justifiably satisfied.

"In terms of verbal skills, this woman from all over the world really has to bow down to you." Mo Yizhi looked at Zixun pretending to be admiring.

Zixun grabbed Mo Yizhi's hand angrily: "My lord, you are really stubborn."

"Jiao'e's reputation is too high." Mo Yizhi pulled out his hand and made a song for Zixun, as if it was really the case.

Zixun has been talking a lot lately, and he no longer sits in a daze, so the two of them often bicker.Mo Yizhi used to not get used to paying attention to him, but now he enjoys bickering with him too much, but he still seldom talks with others.

The author has something to say:

Suzhou F4=Mo Yizhi+Zixun+Murong Wuhen+Murong Wuyang.Not because they are good looking.Slightly slightly.