Vicissitudes know Jinhua

Mu Zishi smiled lightly: "Don't worry, I don't have the strength to come here?" He didn't look at her, he turned around and said in a low voice, "Stop rushing, are you feeling better? Is your chest hurting?"

Qi Shaochong coughed a few times, took a few deep breaths, and said, "Fortunately, that woman didn't step on my bones... It seems that there is no serious problem when I calm down."

Mu Zishi felt relieved: "That's good, rough skin and thick flesh are also good..."

Qi Shaochong put his arms around his shoulders, suddenly remembered something, and asked urgently: "Just now you fell twice... Show me the wound on your back, is it open again?"

"It doesn't matter, it's just a flesh injury, I can get over it..." Mu Zishi drooped his eyelashes, and changed the subject without a trace: "Don't rush, Zhuxi can't stay."

With the last bit of strength, Zhujia struggled and crawled towards Zhuxi who was retreating step by step, a thick blood trail snaked out under her body: "Sister...don't leave me..."

Although Zhuxi had a bit of scheming, after all the boudoir was weak, seeing the blood all over the ground under the dim candlelight, Zhujia's eyes were so radiant that they almost popped out of their sockets, she was miserable and terrifying, she couldn't help but lost her mind, and was staggering back. There was a cold on the back, and it was already attached to the stone wall, but Zhujia's bloody hand was getting closer and closer like a nightmare, and his scalp exploded immediately. He didn't dare to look at it, turned his face for a while, and couldn't help but hit his head against the wall, crying incoherently and screaming : "Go away! Mother is for you, she is always for you! If you hadn't thrown stones at my feet, how could I have fallen into the hands of bandits? I have been implicated by you all my life! You have already Damn it!"

Mu Zishi smiled inaudibly: "This is Zhuxi's innermost thoughts..."

Seemingly afraid of the cold, she shrank into Qi Shaochong's arms and said indifferently, "She's going crazy from fright."

The blunt sound of the skull colliding with the stone came to his ears, and Qi Shaochong couldn't bear it: "Zhuxi has always treated you very well."

"She just wants me to marry her..." Mu Zishi closed his eyes, and the moonlight from the skylight was like a sharp knife, reflecting the curve of his cheeks so delicately and coldly: "If I were a penniless beggar or a poor-looking Yasha's villager, can she treat me well?"

Qi Shaochong looked at his long black hair falling on his lap, and his voice was surprisingly gentle: "Zi Shi, there is actually a kind of person who is born to make people want to be nice to him involuntarily, give everything, and be indomitable."

Mu Zishi said: "The kind of person you are talking about, is it me?"

Qi Shaohong felt a little hot on his face, but said bluntly: "Yes."

Mu Zishi's eyes were indifferent: "Then you are wrong. Before I met my fourth brother, I was born..." With a short smile, he swallowed back the word "scumbag" that Mrs. Mu once scolded, and said : "In short, at that time, no one was nice to me, and no one liked me."

Qi Shaochong felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, a little pain, a little sad and a little sour, suddenly he boldly leaned into Mu Zishi's ear, and said very stubbornly: "I will treat you well, I will treat you no matter what you look like. like."

Mu Zishi shook his head: "What you like is Mu Zishi who was resurrected in the hands of the fourth brother."

Qi Shaochong was speechless, and after an unknown amount of time, there was a muffled sound from the corner of the room, but it was Zhuxi who fainted to the ground.

Mu Zishi looked up and said, "Shao Chong, I want to sleep for a while, Zhuxi..."

Qi Shaochong hesitated for a moment, let him rest on the stone drum: "I'll do it."

Mu Zishi put his hand on his throat, and said, "It's right here, stabbing it with a knife, Wushang taught it back then, you must remember."

Qi Shaochong responded briefly: "Yes."

Zhuxi's hair on the temples was messy, and she was lying on the ground silently, with Zhujia's body in close proximity, with one hand still grabbing a corner of her skirt, Qi Shaochong for a moment, it was almost impossible to tell who was the dead and who was. living.

Qi Shaochong bent down with a knife, but he cut the belt around her waist, and tied her hands and feet tightly.

Mu Zishi couldn't help sighing: "Shao Chong...you are too benevolent for a woman. It is necessary to know that those who achieve great things do not stick to small details, those who promote great beauty do not care about minor flaws, those who lead thousands of troops, and those who control Those who are in the world must be able to accommodate all kinds of heroes and talents in their chests, and they will be smashed and smashed."

Qi Shaochong said: "If the two armies confront each other, I will never be merciless except when we are fighting against the rebellion, but in the current situation, killing Zhuxi... I can't do it."

Mu Zishi was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I understand."

Such blood on his hands is indeed a shame and even a handle for a prince.

In the middle of the day and night, the turmoil was repeated and sinister. Qi Shaochong was already at the end of his strength. When he tied up the bamboo and sat down, he was so sleepy that he was sleepy. He leaned against Mu Zishi in a daze, and fell asleep almost as soon as he closed his eyes.

With Mu Zishi by his side, Qi Shaochong can sleep soundly even in a dangerous situation.

In the deep sleep, I vaguely felt that Mu Zishi got up and walked away for a while, but came back soon. Although there was a bloody smell on his clothes, when he got close, it was still as fresh as snow, tea and bamboo rain.

As if he had only slept for a short while, Qi Shaochong was gently pushed awake. Mu Zishi's voice was very clear and faint, with a feeling of mist, "Shao Chong, wake up...it's dawn."

Opening his eyes, the window above his head casts blue and white sky light, and the fragrance of flowers and plants in the mountains is particularly clear after a night, Qi Shaochong couldn't help but took a deep breath, looked at the closed stone gate: "brother, you said we can escape this robbery?"

Mu Zishi leaned on him and answered simply: "Yes."

Qi Shaochong thought about it: "Ke Shu Yepo said that only one can live..."

A mocking smile flashed in Mu Zishi's eyes: "Then will you kill me?"

Without even thinking about it, Qi Shaochong asserted solemnly: "No, in this life, I will never hurt even a single finger of yours!"

Mu Zishi's heart warmed, and he said softly: "Don't be afraid of Ge Shu Yepo, don't worry... the door will open soon, and you will be the only one alive."

Qi Shaochong was surprised instead of happy, and grabbed his wrist, his fingers felt terribly cold when touched: "You...what did you say?"

Mu Zishi's thick eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings: "Zhuxi is dead, I killed her when you fell asleep last night."

Pointing to Zhuxi in the corner, he raised his eyelids and stared at Qi Shaochong, his lips were pale but his eyebrows were picturesque, with a thrilling and intimidating charm: "I promised His Highness, to be your sword and your shield, you yourself If you can’t do it, I’ll do it for you, and I’ll do whatever I can without asking my conscience..."

Mu Zishi was quiet, and when he spoke again, his voice gradually weakened, but he was a bit outspoken and proud: "I didn't betray you, so I never betrayed him."

Qi Shaochong listened in a daze, terrified in his heart, he pulled him away abruptly, and said in a trembling voice: "I'm not asking Zhuxi...but you! What have you done to yourself?"

With a tug, Mu Zishi's body was like a fluffy feather, hanging down limply without any strength.

The sky was brighter, and Qi Shaochong could see clearly that Mu Zishi was covered in blood, and even the whites of his eyes were slightly blue. It was obvious that he had lost too much blood, and it was definitely not caused by whip wounds on his back. He immediately panicked and said: "Zi Shi, you What happened, tell me..."

Mu Zishi whispered dreamily, "I don't care... It's just that some people are destined to die for others."

Qi Shaochong didn't dare to look at his wound at all, he only groped his back little by little, and finally touched an unusually rough thing under the shoulder blade.

Although Mu Zishi was weak, he still trembled violently in pain: "Don't... don't touch it."

Qi Shaochong held his breath, leaned over him and put him on his lap, but saw a sharp stone pierced deeply into Mu Zishi's back, only the bottom the size of a fist was exposed outside, his eyes went dark, and his words brought tears to his eyes Yin: "Where did this... this stone come from?"

Mu Zishi didn't care much, and said, "Probably when Lin Shenai was chasing after him, I fell on the ground and poked it in."

Qi Shaochong didn't know how deep the stone pierced into his body, but felt that his heart ached as if he had also been pierced into a rough and sharp stone: "You...why didn't you tell me? Such a serious injury, and... still killed for me Zhujia Zhuxi, you... I'll go and beg Ge Shu Yepo to get you a doctor!"

The back of Mu Zishi's hand was originally white and creamy, but now it looks withered and dry: "It's too late, and besides, he will definitely not... Don't rush, if you see Wushang in the future, ask him for me..."

After hesitating for a while, he shook his head lightly and said: "Forget it, don't ask... just promise me one thing, if you return to the capital... just a handful of my ashes will be enough, and I will scatter them on the grounds of His Highness the Crown Prince." Next to the mausoleum... okay?"

Qi Shaochong was taken aback for a moment, feeling as if his whole body was so cold that his soul had fallen into an ice cellar, and said angrily: "If you die, I will not promise you anything! I will never promise you!"

Mu Zishi suddenly sat up in a hurry: "You!"

The body swayed, unable to hold on any longer, and the moment before his consciousness disappeared, Qi Shaochong's face was full of grief, so childish, so... hurt to the bone.

The moment the stone door was opened, morning light came in like a brocade, and there were some figures standing outside the door, all of them were tall, strong and vigorous like wolves, like a group of evil spirits returning to the underworld.

Qi Shaochong rubbed his eyes, got up and walked out of the stone house, his immature body straightened.

Ge Shu Yepo originally had a relaxed expression with a smile on his face, but when he saw Qi Shaochong, he was slightly taken aback, a gloomy look flashed across his gray eyes, but he sneered again: "...I read it right You, good material and quality, can be of great use!"

Qi Shaochong remained silent, clenched the dagger in his hand even tighter.

Ge Shu Yepo felt inexplicably cold, but such a result was what he wanted, wasn't it?Although I think that the one who survived should be Mu Zishi, the boy with the same color as himself, but no matter who he is, no matter how good the brotherhood is, he can't resist the temptation to survive...everyone is the same.