It turns out that you are undefeated in the East

Mo Wuming followed Yang Lianting farther and farther, he had been on the cliff for so long, but he never found out that there was still a road here.

Covered by weeds, potholes, thick soil with residual branches and countless rocks, it is a dilapidated scene, and only a bit of the prosperity of the past can be vaguely glimpsed from the remaining bluestone slabs.

He stepped on the sharp stones and walked forward indifferently. Yang Lianting watched his expression and carefully led the way from the side and rear.

"Here we are, Mr. Mo, you can only enter from here, the main entrance is blocked."

He frowned and looked at the closed door, followed Yang Lianting and turned in through the corner door.

The inner courtyard is quite exquisite and spacious, Yang Lianting stopped at the corner gate, he was attracted by a woman in green clothes.Along the way, my heart sank.This courtyard is not like the style of northern architecture. It is rough and solemn without wide openings and closings. It is graceful and delicate everywhere, elegant and delicate, with white walls and black tiles, cornices and brackets, and extremely exquisite carvings. It can be seen that the people who arranged it had ulterior motives.

Walking through the Chaoshou corridor, passing through the gate of the Moon Cave, and after a few turns, he saw a woman sitting in the pavilion by the pool.Gold and blue silk clothes, woven gold veil, full head of black silk coiled up, dotted with emerald pearl hairpins, dignified and luxurious.

As Mo Wuming approached, he could see it even more clearly.Flour-faced peach cheeks, Qiong nose and cherry lips, willow waist if plain, beautiful face, gentle temperament, the kindness and gentleness that so many men dream of.

The man remained motionless, as if fascinated by the scenery in the pool.The maid retreated quietly, and Mo Wuming stood outside the pavilion and reminded: "Mrs. Ru, why are you looking for Mo?"

The woman looked back, but she was only young, but her eyes were heavy, like an old woman.She looked at him indifferently for a moment, and opened her lips to invite him to take a seat.

Mo Wuming's heart stalked, for no reason, he felt that it was very similar to the scene in a court drama, where the main wife sets the rules for the concubine.

And he is that concubine!

"Mr. Mo's brows are tough and his demeanor is outstanding, it's not unusual—"

Madam Ru closed her mouth with a chuckle, no one could understand the unspoken meaning.Mo Wuming frowned, he really didn't have any interest in fighting with the old man from the east.

He said bluntly: "It must be clear in Madam's heart that Dongfang has severed his relationship with you, and there is no possibility. If you want to leave, whether it is to find another lover or go to relatives and friends, I will guarantee you no worries. Or If you don't want to leave, you can stay here forever, and no one will treat you harshly."

He paused for a moment and still emphasized frankly: "Just one thing, you can't fantasize about Dongfang any more. You have to completely cut off relations with him, which is also the best for you."

Mo Wuming stared straight at her with deep brows and eyes, although these words would be cruel to her, but——

If he continues to provoke Dongfang, he is sure that there will be no happy results, and it will only embarrass everyone.

Mrs. Ru tightly twisted the handkerchief, she smiled, her heart was filled with ferocity: Why!

She was with him when he was young, and they used to be so gluey and lingering.He treated her differently, no matter how many concubines and beauties he received from others, he would not allow anyone to pass her by.

They are obviously such a well-matched couple, he is handsome and majestic, she is beautiful and gentle, everyone calls her Da Furen, respects her very much, and envies their immortal couple.

But it all became so sudden, she stared at Mo Wuming with hatred in her eyes, and the gentle smile at the corner of her mouth almost couldn't hold back, it was all this damned rabbit master, a lowly boy.If a good man doesn't do it, he will do something dirty.

She lowered her eyes, breathed lightly, her chest rose and fell several times, and Fang raised her head again.Looking at Mo Wuming, his eyes were moist, and he wailed: "I know, our fate is over. I want to go back to my hometown to honor my parents."

"Before that, can you let me see the leader for the last time?"

Mo Wuming met her expectant eyes, gritted his teeth and refused: "Seeing him now will not do you any good."

"Why? Why? It's all you, it's so difficult for me to even meet him."

Madam Ru suddenly stood up and poured a glass of wine on Mo Wuming's face. The person who had been gentle and dignified at the last moment immediately turned into a shrew, looking like a madman.

She drew out a dagger, and walked slowly towards Mo Wuming, her tone would be crazy and harsh, and then lingering: "It's all you, why don't you die? It's okay, I can help you..."

Mo Wuming watched her walking step by step, his vision gradually blurred, his body was weak, what's going on?He obviously remained vigilant all the time and didn't touch anything.

He struggled reluctantly, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he just rolled to the ground, in a state of embarrassment, with dazzling cold light piercing into his eyes...

"Wu Ming, Wu Ming, you're awake."

Mo Wuming's eyelids trembled and slowly opened, the red bed gauze was very familiar.Consciousness gradually came back, and he turned to look at the people beside him.The man held his hand tightly and looked at him affectionately and anxiously.

"You..." His voice was dry and hoarse.

"Drink some water first," Dongfang helped him up and fed him, carefully and personally.

Mo Wuming finished drinking with his hand, tried to move his body, and twisted again, it seemed that there was nothing wrong?

He looked towards the east suspiciously: "What's going on?"

Dongfang put down the cup, the corners of his mouth were drawn into a line, his eyes showed murderous intent, he didn't want to say anything else, he just said to him: "You have been intoxicated by the incense of burying souls, and you have fainted for an hour, Ping Yizhi has detoxified you, take a good rest and then yes."

He searched for someone to the side courtyard, and seeing a circle of women so closely surrounding him, his hands and feet felt cold for a moment.But he was woken up by the woman's noise, and Fang noticed that something was wrong with Mo Wuming. The man leaned on the chair with his eyes closed.

However, Mo Wuming didn't do what he wanted, and asked, "Burning Soul Incense?" Didn't he see any burning incense?

"Well, something from a small sect in Yunnan is colorless and odorless. It was originally aimed at people who practice martial arts. It attacks quickly. It's too violent for you."

What's the meaning?Has he lost the face of a martial arts practitioner?Without thinking about it, he turned to ask: "What happened to Mrs. Ru, but you rushed to save me."

Dongfang pursed his lips: "No. That woman must have been injured a little bit."

After a while, Mo Wuming finally figured out what happened.

Those women already wanted him more because of Dongfang's cold treatment, and the treatment on Yashang was not as good as before.His big marriage with Dongfang made them see their situation clearly.

Ben was discussing to find a way out, and the idea hit him, but he didn't think that Mrs. Ru's real intention was to kill him.One of the martial arts women realized that something was wrong and immediately appeared to stop her.When they were panicking and clamoring, Dongfang found him and waved away a group of people in a hurry, no one should have died.

He was in a bad mood, playing with Dongfang's sleeves expressionlessly, and suddenly raised his eyes: "What are you going to do with them?"

Without waiting for anyone to speak, he said again: "Let's all put down the cliff." What will happen in the future depends on their own fortunes.He is not a holy father, the indifference in his bones makes him calm even when he thinks about life and death.

Dongfang noticed that he was in a bad mood, so he didn't say any more: "We will go down the cliff tomorrow and go wherever you want."

"Really? Did you arrange the academic affairs so quickly?"

"Yeah." Dongfang smiled when he saw his enthusiasm, "It doesn't matter."

"I have already asked Mo Qing and Chen Mo to prepare the matter. Let's go to Sun Moon Town's 'full house' first, and then drive away directly. First, we will go to the North Snow Field, and then the grassland to herd horses..."

After the matter of Yunyou was finalized, Mo Wuming stretched his brows and eyes, pinched the long and smooth fingers in his hand, and his mind gradually became active.With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he pushed him onto the bed with force.

The skirt was undone, Dongfang held his hand weakly, and calmly refused: "No, you are unwell."

"No, I want to prove to you that I'm good, I'm good at it." He couldn't help but kiss the crimson thin lips in front of him.

Stopping her hand and wrapping it around his neck, Mo Wuming's eyes were full of smiles, he was always willing to pamper him.

The next day, the morning light was gone and the cool breeze was blowing. Ignoring the eagerness in the eyes of the elders, Dongfang took Mo Wuming straight down the cliff.The two of them rode together without any unnecessary trouble, and gradually drifted away.

Few people know that in a remote courtyard on Heimuya, a black-clothed man with a stern look pulled out a knife with a solemn face: "Either wine or knife."

Mrs. Ru screamed: "Impossible, impossible, he can't be so cruel." She shook her head vigorously, her voice gradually murmured, and tears welled up in her eyes. After all, he never loved her.

She picked up the poisonous wine in front of her and drank it all in one gulp, the remaining voice was scattered in the wind: "I hate him, I hate them, I can't end well..."

His body fell to the ground with a thud, his eyes were wide open, and blood gushed out.The remaining women couldn't bear the stimulation, crying and trying to escape through the window, but blood spattered and covered the window paper.

The six girls who looked like flowers were silently destroyed and buried together with this exquisite courtyard.

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