Quick Transmigration: White Moonlight Self-Rescue Guide

Soon, the indistinguishably beautiful goblin arm in the water was wrapped around his neck again. He wanted to break free, but found that his body was extremely stiff.

The goblin breathed between his necks, and he could clearly feel the energy and blood in his whole body rushing to his lower body.

He tried hard to see the goblin's appearance clearly, but he blinked vigorously, but he still couldn't see his face clearly, as if he was in a cloud of mist.

He wanted to say something, but the goblin's face came towards him.

But at the moment when those lips were about to get close to him, he suddenly sat up from the bed, and the dream just now was shattered.

He took a few rare breaths, and recalled the scene in his dream just now. He obviously felt that his body was already wet, and the whole hut smelled like flowers, but he didn't even know that the person in the dream just now was a man. is female.

But in the dark, he felt that it should be a man.

Zhao Mingjing got up and made the bed. It was still dark, and there was only a trace of white light at the edge of the sky trying to break free from the darkness.

He had just walked to the edge of the well, and he wanted to get some water in the dark. The well ropes that had been used for several years were knotted in the ground, and it was a bit rough to hold.

He was very nimble in his hands and feet, and when he just fetched two buckets of water and wanted to go back, he saw a shadow in white floating towards him.

He looked at the white dress with a hint of surprise, only to realize that it was Qi Xinzhu who had just woken up, he didn't think about anything, at that moment, he just wanted to leave, but Qi Xinzhu had already seen him.

So his legs were nailed to the ground again. He looked at Qi Xinzhu sleepily, rubbed his eyes, and greeted him, "You woke up so early."

Zhao Mingjing stared at him vigilantly and awkwardly, then nodded stiffly.

Fortunately, Qi Xinzhu didn't ask him why he came to wash the sheets before dawn. When he went back in a hurry, he realized that Qi Xinzhu never got up so early.

Sure enough, when he had just hung up the washed sheets to dry, Qi Xinzhu appeared behind him without a sound, almost breaking him into a cold sweat. give him.

Said: "Hurry up and change it, I will take you down the mountain."

He looked at what Qi Xinzhu was holding in his hand, and seemed a little puzzled. He didn't move immediately, and said, "Why?"

Qi Hsinchu didn't joke anymore, he looked more serious and said, "Think about it, today is the second day of May, don't you really want to go down the mountain?"

The second day of May, no festival or year, may be just an ordinary day for many people.

But Zhao Mingjing's eyes flashed a cold light, as if thinking of something bad, his lips were straightened.

He took the clothes from Qi Xinzhu's hand, said good in a low voice, and went into the inner room to change.

Qi Xinzhu brought him Fuzi's usual clothes, but they were brand new. Although they were not as good as the ones he wore last time by the river, they were still much better than the fat monk's cassock he usually wore.

When he got dressed and walked out, his hair was still half loose, and his cold expression suddenly cracked. He encountered a very difficult problem, he couldn't tie his hair.

In the past, when he was in the monastery, everyone shaved his head, and the reason he was sent here was to purify evil spirits. The temple was actually unwilling to accept him, so he was never considered a real monk, so no one shaved him. Just pull your hair up with a hat.

Even when he went out to "run errands" occasionally, he would just braid his hair and tie them up high. This is the dress of his mother's side. It would be too strange to match this outfit, but he really doesn't want to wear it. Hui Dachen's hair is facing this way.

Qi Xinzhu saw his hesitation, finally found a grate from his spotless table, and waved to him.

"I'll help you tie your hair."

Zhao Mingjing sat down in front of him, Qi Xinzhu could see his tense muscles, he smiled silently.

He held the grate in his hand and pressed it on his shoulder, and he could feel his back tense again.

He smiled and said, "I'm starting."

He heard Zhao Mingjing's dull hum.

In fact, his hair grows pretty well, maybe because of his mother's genes, people in the Western Regions have thick, black hair, and it's a lot of it to hold.

He used nodding oil and carefully combed his hair so that it would look smooth and smooth when he tied it later.

But when he was halfway through, he suddenly heard Zhao Mingjing say in a rough voice, "Are you ready?"

He felt Qi Xinzhu's movements, he was too light, the feeling of his fingers across his forehead was exactly the same as the water demon he met in his sleep yesterday.

Qi Xinzhu fixed his wobbly head with the other hand, his eyes were serious, he didn't care about his abnormality, and said: "Don't move around, it will be fine soon."

He finished the shape and found a simple wooden hairpin to fix it for him.

Now that the whole hair is tied up, it is completely different from the previous dress, and it looks more energetic. With that superior face, Qi Xinzhu sighed in his heart.

This is what the main character should be like.

He fetched a mirror and handed it to him, saying, "Look for yourself, how about it."

He didn't know, when his hands left his shoulders and necks, Zhao Mingjing heaved a sigh of relief.

He saw himself in the blurry bronze mirror, with his hair tied up in a high bun, exposing his forehead and entire face.

He suddenly lowered his eyes, his expression was a little silent, he no longer looked at himself in the bronze mirror.

Qi Hsinchu asked suspiciously: "What's the matter, don't you like it? This is the most fashionable hair bun at the moment." He learned it on purpose.

He observed it for a while and said, "I look good. If you don't like it, I'll change it for you." As he said that, he was about to pull out the wooden hairpin.

But was blocked by Zhao Mingjing, who whispered, "It's all right, very good."

Qi Xinzhu took a closer look at his expression, and now there is nothing unusual, but the look just now does not seem to be really all right.

He also said: "It's because I don't look good."? ?

Qi Hsinchu felt a little outrageous, he couldn't believe that Zhao Mingjing really said that he was not good looking?

Because he is half of foreign blood, his facial features are deep and three-dimensional, his nose bridge is straight, his eyebrows are deep, and his conditions should not be too superior. He actually said that he is not good-looking.

But if it was someone else, there might still be elements of self-effacing and deliberately showing off, but judging by Zhao Mingjing's appearance just now, he clearly felt that way.

Qi Xinzhu was silent for a long time, and then said incredulously: "You look good, but maybe your eyes are not good."

Zhao Mingjing:?

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The temple is very loose about Qi Hsinchu. Since Qi Hsinchu does not go down the mountain often, the young disciple guarding the gate seldom saw him and greeted him with a smile.

Qi Xinzhu put on his signature smile, nodded, and left with Zhao Mingjing with his head down.

The people behind looked at the backs of the two of them, scratched their heads with a little doubt, and muttered to themselves: "Why do you feel that Fuzi is a little different today, has grown taller?"

Qi Xinzhu walked around the corner at a leisurely pace, and he was relieved until he made sure that no one could see him.

He had already prepared a carriage by the side of the road. He took Zhao Mingjing into the carriage, and the groom took them directly to an open space on the outskirts of the city.

Zhao Mingjing got out of the car first, and after waiting for him for a while, Qi Xinzhu's clothes were really complicated.

He paid the groom some money, and then said in a low voice, "It will take some time to walk from here, come with me."

The place where they got off the car was already remote enough, and then they walked for a stick of incense before arriving at a good place surrounded by mountains and rivers.

And where Zhao Mingjing's line of sight rested, that is, on the flat ground at the foot of the green hill, there seemed to be a few sparse tombs.

He looked at Qi Xinzhu in disbelief.

Qi Xinzhu nodded, and explained: "After your mother died of blood, Tianliang Guoshi." He paused, and then continued, "That is, my master proposed to cremate your mother's body into ashes and store it in the country. In the tunnel of the master's mansion, this can purify the residual evil spirit in the mother's body, and if necessary...it can also be used to restrain the evil spirit." Qi Xinzhu said intermittently.

But of course Zhao Mingjing could understand that for so many years, they yelled at him, and even his mother, such an innocent person, couldn't even die in the end.

Qi Xinzhu walked to a tomb and whispered to him, "I took out your mother's ashes. This is your mother's tomb. Today is his death sacrifice. Kneel down and kowtow."

After all, he didn't stay, and walked a little farther, leaving him a little alone time.

He stood very far away, and couldn't hear what Zhao Mingjing said, but he could only vaguely see him standing for a long time without moving, but his body seemed to be shaking. Qi Xinzhu didn't look at him anymore, turned his head, and picked the A blade of grass in his mouth.

Zhao Mingjing stood in front of the tomb. The tomb seemed to have been standing for a long time, thin grass grew from the soil above.

The tombstone was erected in his name, but her identity was so special that she could not be engraved with a taboo, only the tomb of my loving mother was written.

In fact, in his memory, the impression of this mother is really weak, and most of them are learned from the mouth of his mother's maid.

She said that Concubine Li was very reluctant to come to Dachen at that time, but she had no choice but to lose. In order to protect the people, she had no choice but to do so.When she first entered the palace, she was depressed all day long. No matter how kind the emperor treated her, she didn't care. It wasn't until she had him that she gradually had a sincere smile on her face, but...

But she didn't expect that his birth would become a greater sin, so that she couldn't even have a grave for many years after her death.

Since then, he has rarely shed tears. He practiced hard and tried his best to strengthen himself. He knew that crying was useless. After all, tears are only useful in front of people who care about him.

But now he felt cold tears rolling down his cheeks, even though there wasn't much palpable sadness in his expression.

The author says:

I really didn't write anything——