Vicissitudes know Jinhua

Yang Duanzi took advantage of the victory to give chase, and said: "I have never seen the head of the family take care of anyone. Mu Zishi was seriously injured and could not be saved, but he woke up just now. It seems that the head of the family took care of him all night yesterday. It was very hard..."

Shaking his head, he said: "I thought that no matter who died, the head of the family would not blink his eyes too much. He didn't feel sorry for you when you cut off your left hand that day. But just now, Mu Zishi wrote a letter. He wrote it with his arms in his arms... This person is not heartless, but the heart is not with you, so there is nothing you can do about it!"

Lin Shen'ai bit her lips tightly, and said in a low voice for a while, "Shut up, don't talk!"

"If you don't say it, you won't say it..." Yang Duanzi said, but he still couldn't get enough of it: "The head of the family has never shown mercy before, but this time he turned to the Buddha instead of eating meat, and left the two brothers of the Mu family. Down, or guess what it is for?"

Rabbits bite when they are in a hurry, not to mention that Lin Shen'ai is a pretty rakshasa?Immediately with a flick of the wrist, the long whip from the waist came out in anger, sweeping towards Yang Duanzi's cheek like a poisonous dragon, if this whip hit, Yang Duanzi's face and half of his head would be crushed.

Yang Duanzi didn't dare to be negligent, he jumped to the door in a few steps, stopped and laughed and cursed: "What a hot bitch! You beat me to death, so you can live happily as a widow?"

With a sullen face, Lin Shenai flew to catch up, and the whip tip turned into several circles, covering Yang Duanzi heavily. This blow was fierce and tyrannical, but also exhausted his energy. Seeing that blood was oozing from the severed wrist of her left hand, she hurriedly put away the knife and ran away: "I'm leaving, don't be angry, if you want to beat or kill, wait for the injury to heal. Ma'am, your wrist is hurting, but my husband is hurting." In my heart, let's take a rest!"

Lin Shenai fell to the ground with a long whip, supported the edge of the table with one hand, but couldn't hold herself back and slowly sat down on the ground, muttering in a low voice: "I knew it, I knew it! How can anyone have such a pair of monster-like eyes?" ...Kill him...must kill him!"

Ge Shu Yepo bent down and said calmly: "I know you are awake, open your eyes."

Mu Zishi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and opened according to his words, his eyes were as deep and magnificent as a cat's, staring at Ge Shu Yepo's gray eyes, which were so close at hand, without flinching.

Ge Shuye broke the silence for a moment, his eyes gradually became gentle, and he asked, "Would you like some water?"

Mu Zishi said softly: "Yes."

Ge Shu Yepo really went to pour a cup of warm tea over, and helped Mu Zishi half-sit up to feed him slowly.

Mu Zishi knew that he suddenly opened his eyes to feed him water, but he would not ask for trouble, not to mention that he was thirsty after being seriously injured and blood loss, so he just bowed his head and took a big sip.

Ge Shu Yepo smiled and said, "Drink slowly, if you choke, it's not good for the wound."

Mu Zishi raised his head and glanced at him quickly, his expression was a little doubtful and a bit wary, but he tried his best to smile, a few drops of water glistened at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Thank you."

Ge Shu Yepo looked down and saw that the cup was empty, and asked, "Do you want more?"

Mu Zishi nodded, brother Shu Yepo poured another cup, and without busy feeding him, he asked abruptly, "Did you kill the Wan family brothers and sisters with your own hands?"

Mu Zishi was very humble: "If you don't kill well, the boss will laugh at you."

Ge Shu Yepo didn't expect him to answer so frankly, he couldn't help but startled, and said with a smile: "I can't see that you are so ruthless... Isn't it the first time to kill someone?"

Mu Zishi drooped his eyelashes, his eyes already had the meaning of gloomy disgust: "No."

Ge Shu Ye broke out: "You killed someone, are you afraid?"

Mu Zishi's strength was exhausted, and his voice trembled unsteadily: "The first time I kill, I'm naturally afraid. If I kill again, I don't think it's a big deal."

Ge Shu Yepo said: "Maybe in the future you will still like the feeling of killing people. They will kneel down at your feet completely. Whether they hate or fear but can't help themselves can only be dominated by you. Before death, all emotions will be condensed in you alone. You...you are their god."

His eyes suddenly lit up like a will-o'-the-wisp: "Isn't it interesting?"

With a calm tone, bloodthirsty tyranny and disregard for life flashed his teeth and claws, Mu Zishi's heart trembled, but he said: "After that, Zishi will have to ask the master for advice."

Ge Shu Ye po smiled and said: "Do you still use others to teach you? When you killed the Wan family sisters and brothers, the position of the knife was astonishingly accurate, but you don't know which famous teacher you learned from?"

Mu Zishi said: "No one taught it, it just happened."

Ge Shu Yepo frowned and said, "It's a lie."

Mu Zishi pursed his lips: "No one really taught me specifically, but the master who taught Shaochong just pointed out for a few days by the way."

Ge Shu Yepo sneered: "Then this master is a great person. As the saying goes, you can learn literary and martial arts and sell them to the emperor's family. With such accomplishments and skills, why worry about not being able to get a half-job and confer your wife and son?" Do you want to live in a mere Yuzhuang and become a teacher?"

Mu Zishi shook his head, very innocent, and said: "I don't know the reason? But he must have other difficulties. Isn't he a pillar of talent like the head of the family, who is so gentle and gentle? Wouldn't he be a bandit? What's more, life Fate is like falling flowers and flowing water, so how can everything be as you wish?"

Ge Shu Yepo suffered a tragic change when he was young, and his fate was full of ups and downs. Hearing these words, he felt very pleasant, but when he thought about it carefully, he seemed to have known him before. He said it himself when he was kidnapped up the mountain that day, and his face darkened for a moment: "I have a good memory Ah... Who are you, Qi Wushang?"

Mu Zishi sighed: "Master, if I am a member of Fengjing Palace, how can I live in Yuzhuang in this countryside, and because of this, I will attract the jealousy of a poisonous woman, and then live in Nankeshan?"

Ge Shu Ye broke out: "The golden sharkskin sheath swallowing the knife is definitely not an ordinary item, and the word "no injury" is engraved on it..."

Mu Zishi said dejectedly: "A long life without worries and injuries is just a bit of extravagance for a dead mother who loves her son and becomes an idiot."

Ge Shuye pondered for a moment, then suddenly pinched his chin, forcing him to raise his head, his eyes flashed like lightning, as if a cold long knife was slowly approaching his throat. Feeling horrified, I hurriedly said: "I was born in Chenjing, my mother is not from Daning, but a foreign race outside the Great Wall, and fled to Beijing due to the war... She always carried this knife with her, and she gave it to me before she died. "

Ge Shu Yepo smiled softly and said, "Should I believe you?"

There was no ups and downs in the words, but there was a strong force of deterrence and oppression. Mu Zishi couldn't help but lightly struggled in his arms, touching the wound on his back. Immediately, his eyes were dark, and cold sweat rolled down his head. He said with all his might: "If I, Mu Zishi, say anything false, the Mu family will be full of men, women, old and young...everyone will end up dying without a whole body."

This oath was so vicious, Ge Shu Ye raised his thick eyebrows, as if he believed it: "Your pupils have different colors, Mu Shaochong and you are not from the same mother?"

Mu Zishi nodded, unwilling to explain further, and Ge Shu Yepo didn't ask any more questions, but suddenly turned and said indifferently: "Your handwriting is neat and beautiful, and it is the style of pavilion that is very popular with the court in the examination room, so It’s also called Hanlin Style… Just for this character, there are more than enough talents, have you ever passed the test?”

When he wrote the letter just now, Mu Zishi expected that Ge Shu Yepo must have intentions, but he did not expect him to be so familiar with the practice of the official imperial examination. The family didn't have such insights, and doubts abounded, and his speech was even more cautious: "No."

Ge Shu Ye pouted with unfathomable eyes, and said, "Why not? You have worked hard for at least ten years on this handwriting, and the writing must not be nonsense, so why not give it a try? Isn't it weird?"

Mu Zishi's face was as white as snow, and he looked weak and helpless: "I thought about it before leaving Beijing, but at that time I was too young, and my mother was seriously ill, so I had to wait on my knees. Later, when I came to Yuzhuang, I saw my uncle sitting in a shop in the farm. Live a very rich life, and then die the heart of the imperial examination."

The corner of Ge Shu Yepo's mouth curled up: "It doesn't leak, it's very good."

Hearing these words, Mu Zishi had some deep meaning, he was worried, his mouth became more and more parched in dizziness, his physical and mental strength were on the verge of collapse, and he knew that if he persisted in interrogating him, he would make many mistakes.

Ge Shu Yepo thought about it for a while, but brought the teacup closer to Mu Zishi's mouth: "Drink water...your lips are cracked, and you don't even have a trace of blood."

Mu Zishi breathed a sigh of relief, the warm water in his throat was more like fine nectar.

While drinking, he was thinking about Qi Shaochong. The two have been inseparable for more than three years. They have not seen each other for a few days and don't know how he is doing. Moreover, today's half-truthful words must be found and told to him as soon as possible, lest he Too stupid to show his feet everywhere.

As for the poisonous oath just made, Mu Zishi didn't care at all. His own life had gone to Wangchuan Huangquan with the prince a few years ago. It's a wonderful thing to be really naked, and there is even a fire tree and silver flowers to celebrate.

After the glass of water was drained, Ge Shuye said, "Do you still want to drink?"

Mu Zishi still felt unsatisfied, he hesitated for a moment but shook his head.

Unaware of his concerns, Ge Shuye said with a smile: "Don't be afraid to relieve yourself after drinking too much water, just tell me, I'll carry you over...it's not troublesome."

Mu Zishi's cheeks were hot, and he was extremely embarrassed and annoyed: "I dare not bother the chief."

Ge Shuye looked at him intriguingly: "Excuse me? I helped you change the bloody clothes when you were unconscious, and I cleaned the blood stains all over you. I haven't taken care of anyone since I was a child. You But the first one."

Mu Zishi slandered: You are not the first one to serve me.

Since he lived in the Eastern Palace, he has long been used to being served by Biluo Xiaofuzi and others for his basic necessities, and now he is unable to move, so he can only treat the bandit leader Shu Yepoquan as the eunuch Xiaofuzi. Can you do one thing?"

Ge Shu Ye broke out, "Say."

Mu Zishi said softly: "I want to see my younger brother... I don't know how he is, has he been bullied..."

Looking at Qi Shaochong who was sticking in front of him like a stick, Zuo Shifei yawned, very impatient but also full of curiosity: "It's not unusual for you to be cleaned up on the first night, this is also Feng Linying's rules, But after being beaten and subdued, it's time to stop, but you are lucky, you have been arguing for five nights in a row! Every day, the house is tossing and tossing like a ghost... You broke Xiao Fang's leg, right?"

Qi Shaohong said: "I didn't step on it, I broke it with a table leg."

One of his eyes is black and blue, and the swollen corner of his mouth is purple in different shades. He has a good face, but he responds to Su Xueshi's words: "Jianghan West, under the tall building, the grapes are deep green, and you still have your own." , Min'e Yunlang, Jinjiang Spring.

Zuo Shifei didn't have any ink in his chest, so he naturally had no time to appreciate his facial injuries, so he just sighed and said, "Last night, you even broke Song Chang's head, and he still can't get up, he is one of the captains of the battalion. .”

Qi Shaochong was also puzzled: "I don't understand why they insist on messing with me."

In fact, Qi Shaochong was already tired and annoyed last night. Besides him, there were seven other people in the room, the youngest was sixteen seven, and the oldest was around thirty. As usual, it's just a try, there are three mediocre martial arts, who just followed suit, and the other two are called Song Chang and Fang Bizheng, but they are the mainstays who embarrass Qi Shaochong.

方宋二人身手不错最爱寻衅好斗，见齐少冲虽年幼力浅功夫不怎么样，一招一式却经过了千锤百炼也似出奇的精准有效，不由自主的技痒，且齐少冲体格甚好极其耐揍, but also a stubborn temper, no matter how hard you fight, you will not bow your head to be soft, and you will not be a fool when you lose, and you will not use the dirty and despicable tricks of pinching your scrotum to pick your eyes, so Fang and Song became more and more energetic. , led a few wall plants, and Qi Shao came to you and I fought for three nights in a half-truth.

Fang Song not only bullied the weak with the strong, but also bullied the small with the big, and bullied the small with the big, if Zuo Shifei hadn't strictly ordered the fights in the camp to never be beaten to death or maimed, Qi Shaochong would have been torn apart and thrown into the back mountain to feed the wolves. Even Zuo Shifei couldn't help admiring him to see him standing upright in the training ground as if nothing had happened.

After staying up for the fourth night, Qi Shaochong figured out how everyone punched and kicked, and finally laid down a ruthless hand.