Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1375 The pit is 361 meters deep, the finale (final) third watch

Many times, the world is full of contradictions.

Man is the master of fate, but man can never control fate.

Hope, disappointment, gain, loss, survival, death...

The relationship between these logics is ancient and incomprehensible, and it is also difficult to guess.

But one thing, time is fair to people.

Both good and bad will pass, and even the darkest days are connected with light.

The country has broken mountains and rivers, and the city has deep grass and trees.

As soon as the end of winter is over, the beginning of spring will arrive. Although the war filled with gunpowder and the earth-shaking events on New Year's Eve have not been completely erased from people's memories, the medicine of time can heal all wounds and make people feel better. Gradually forget the pain of subjugation.

It took three years for Beimeng to raise troops to the south, destroy Nanrong, and unify the world, which is an epic event.

But half of it is lonely, and half of it is happy.Some people are proud, and some people are always frustrated.

In the same year when Nanrong died, on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, during the festival of Lantern Festival, Xiao Qian issued the Great Emperor’s Edict, and told the world to change the country’s name from “Beimeng” which means living in the north to “Dadi”. "Yuanzheng four years" was changed to "Xuanzheng first year", with Dadi as the title of the country, and the year was officially recorded.

At the same time as the imperial edict was promulgated, there were also the appointment of officials and titles to the heroes of the Southern Expedition and... the official canonization of Mo Jiu.

In February of the first year of Xuanzheng, Mo Jiu, the first empress of the Great Di Dynasty, was given the title Yuanzhao.

Yuan is the beginning, the beginning, the one, and the light means light.Yuan Zhao symbolizes Xiao Qian's good expectations for Mo Jiu who will never forget his original intention.

In March of the first year of Xuanzheng, the Dadi Dynasty began to re-plan the administrative regions of the huge empire and formally established the provincial system.

In May of the first year of Xuanzheng, after several months of discussions about the capital of the Dadi dynasty, Xiao Qian finally followed Mo Jiu's suggestion, drafted an imperial edict to change Yanjing back to the old name of Zhongdu at the time of Juan, and began preparations for the establishment of the imperial capital.

Most people don't understand Mo Jiu's insistence on establishing Yanjing as the capital.

Especially Nanchen, who was raised in the Jiangnan water town, couldn't accept moving the capital to the north——

Even Xiao Qian didn't know why Mo Jiu was so persistent about it.

Of course, they don't even know that Yanjing has a famous name later, called Beijing.

Those who knew are no longer there.But this is a feeling that belongs to Mo Jiu, and after Xiao Qian referred to the benefits of establishing Yanjing as her capital, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eighty-nine points, although she always felt that these were not her truest thoughts, But I still think it is very meaningful, so I made a decision and settled on Yanjing.

So far, Beimeng and Nanrong, the two countries that have been in love and killed each other for several years, have also been reduced to history, frozen into a magnificent picture in the long historical scroll.

The brand-new Dadi Kingdom, like a newborn baby, has brought new hope to the common people in the world.

For Nanrong people, this result seems to be more welcome.

At least in this way they can comfort themselves, this is called the reunification of the north and the south, not being occupied by the enemy.

……

The morning bell is faint, and the evening drum is heavy.

The rise of one dynasty must be followed by the demise of another dynasty.

Regardless of what happened before Song Xi's life, now that Xiao Qian is rebuilding the Dadi dynasty, he has to make a final statement about the affairs of the previous dynasty.

After about a year, the tomb of Emperor Song Xi of Jingchang was finally completed.

After such a toss, another year has passed.

Just after the first month of the second year of Xuanzheng, Xiao Qian prepared a grand funeral for Song Xi in Lin'an Mansion.

One should be etiquette, compared with the emperor.

In the prosperous age, this move won praise, and it was also for the sake of getting rid of Mo Jiu's heart.

On February [-]nd, the dragon raised its head, the sun was getting warmer, and the spring breeze was blowing.On this day, before dawn, the mournful and high-pitched death knell rang, startling countless birds and birds in the sky, and also attracted people from Lin'an Prefecture to voluntarily send their funerals. Crowds crowded the long street, and rows of soldiers in plain clothes The procession passed by, and the grand and luxurious coffin was pushed out of the city gate. The captain of the etiquette played mourning music, and walked out from the city gate, slowly helping the spirit to go to Jingchang Emperor's Mausoleum.

"Da Di Chao Zhenbei General Gu Liyang, led 300 generals of the forbidden army to mourn the funeral of Emperor Jingchang!"

"Xue Fang, the secretary of the Dadi Dynasty, led all his colleagues in the Central Secretariat to pay tribute to Emperor Jingchang's funeral!"

"Zhao Shengdong, the right prime minister of the Great Di Dynasty, led 120 five civil and military officials, and led the mourning of Emperor Jingchang!"

"Da Di Chao Zuo Prime Minister..."

"The Privy Councilor of the Great Di Dynasty..."

One after another, the roll calls were vigorous and powerful, spreading into the sky, stirring up waves of air, and raising the flags flying high on the city wall.

——Below the banner, Mo Jiu's soft and shiny black hair.

Dongji had a funeral.

Even after a year, she still has a kind of uncertainty.

Like a dream, it seems that the person is not dead, but is still in a distant place, or calculating her, or missing her...

Looking at the long funeral procession, on the tower, her clothes were fluttering, her hair was flying, but her body was motionless.

"Ah Jiu..."

Hearing Xiao Qian's voice, Mo Jiu turned his eyes slightly and moved his lips.

"You came?"

"En." Xiao Qian came over slowly, wrapped her in a windcloak with his own hands, and then sighed, "You! It's windy on the tower, so you don't need to wear more."

"I know." Mo Jiuhun smiled at him indifferently, then raised his hand to caress his shoulder, "You too, so busy, why do you still care about me?"

"I don't care about you, who else should I care about?" Xiao Qian took her hand and kissed it to his lips, the warm breath fell on her hand like that, "It's you who always care about others , so that you also carefully lower your body."

Mo Jiu narrowed her eyes slightly, her vision was a little confused.Another year has passed, and the man standing next to her, dressed in imperial robes, seems to have added a bit of dignity, just standing there in the morning light, even though he did nothing and did not show any expression, but in his presence , it seems that the whole space seems to be shrouded in a cold.This kind of oppressive force probably comes from the deterrence of the emperor, right?He was still him, and still her Xiao Liulang, but it seemed that he was not entirely her Xiao Liulang anymore.

This feeling is very subtle, and it is difficult for her to tell the difference.

Sighing, Mo Jiu was afraid that he would mind something, and tried to force a smile.

"It's safe to go to the ground, that's all right."

Xiao Qian hummed and didn't speak for a long time.

He just looked at her like that, looked at her unremarkable smile, and remained silent.

"What's wrong?" Mo Jiu smoothed her hair uncomfortably, "What are you watching me do?"

Xiao Qian stroked her shoulder lightly, "I have some news to tell you."

"Huh?" Mo Jiu raised her head and narrowed her eyes slightly, "What news?"

"Last night, I received the news that Su Yi, the former Prime Minister of Nanrong, took his eight-year-old prince Song Yu and threw himself into the sea."

What?Mo Jiu heard her gasp in the cold wind.

Su Yi is dead... committed suicide?Even children died.

That delicate and handsome Zhengtai face, that arrogant and talented prime minister, are also dead?

Over the years, seeing so many deaths, Mo Jiu sometimes felt that her heart was numb.

But at this moment, she felt it, and it was still twitching faintly—proving that she was not a cold-blooded person.

In fact, in the past year, she knew that the court had been looking for Su Yi.

Because when Lin'an City was broken, according to reliable sources, Nanrong Crown Prince Song Yu was taken away by Su Yi.Although Song Xi is dead, as long as Song Yu is still alive, the royal blood will still be there.Then, the old ministers of Nan Rong may never be reconciled, and may have a change of heart at any time-for the brand new Dadi Dynasty, it will cause great instability, just like a time bomb, if you are not careful, you will die. It is possible to detonate again.

But Mo Jiu always hoped...they couldn't find it.

Su Yi used to be her friend, even after fighting with him for several years, this feeling has not changed.

The eight-year-old Song Yu is the last trace of Song Xi's blood left in this world.

With him alive, at least there is evidence that Song Xi came here for a while.

That person, that person who has been searching for his own soul all his life, will also have a sense of belonging.

However, things backfired.Did that child and Su Yi, that young prime minister who was so talented and had passed the imperial examination at sixteen, finally all die?

"... Liulang!" Mo Jiu moistened his lips, and suddenly sighed softly, "Give Su Yi and that child a good burial. The rest of the party, can we not pursue it... can we not pursue it anymore? Along the way, we have killed too much, and I am a little scared." Speaking of this, her eyes were a little erratic, looking out from the tower, she seemed to be staring at the distant sky, and her voice became smaller and smaller. Getting weaker and weaker, "After giving birth to Zhi Zhi, I have never been pregnant. I am really afraid that it is because we have caused too much killing, which has damaged Yin De..."

"Nonsense!" Xiao Qian held her by the shoulders and hugged her into his arms, "Even if I lose my virtue, I should pay for it. What's more——"

He slowly lifted Mo Jiu's chin, seeing that her eyes were red when she was lost, he couldn't help sighing, "Fool, why are you so sad? In fact - Su Yi and that child are not dead."

"Not dead?" Mo Jiu was so shocked that she didn't even bother to free her chin, her face was full of surprise, "What's going on?"

"Hush——" Xiao Qian gave her a slightly reproachful look, and lowered his voice, "This matter is of great importance, and this matter must be kept secret. Why are you smacking so loudly?"

"I was wrong!" Mo Jiu immediately apologized, and then promised, "Say it quickly."

"I don't want their lives, but they—have to die."

Xiao Qian was like this back then, let alone Song Yu's identity as the old prince?
Even if he is young, if he is not dead, how can he live?
Only by dying can one live again as a normal person.

"Song Yu had to die. In order to complete Su Yi's status as a famous minister, he naturally had to die too... Don't worry, Ah Jiu, I have made arrangements."

Hearing his explanation, Mo Jiu was excited.

But when I think about it carefully, my heart is slightly cold.

At first Xiao Qian didn't tell her the truth, but told her the bad news, just to test her reaction?

Or, to test her affection for Song Xi?

Pursing her lips, Mo Jiu suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

They used to talk about everything, and they didn't need to guess at all, and they could communicate with each other.

Now, is it that the cloud and rain Gu has lost its effect, or is the emperor's heart really too strong, not only shaking the cloud and rain Gu, but also shattering the magnetic field of trust they have built up over the years?
With a silent sigh in her heart, she turned around and looked towards the direction where Song Xi's coffin was going away, her gaze was gloomy.

"Liulang, you don't trust me after all."

In fact, such a day has long been expected, isn't it?

But why did she feel so sad when such a thing happened?

"Ah Jiu..." Xiao Qian frowned, and turned her body to face him, but the words he asked had nothing to do with her words, "How long will it take you to let go?"

In terms of feelings for Song Xi, Mo Jiu is not guilty.But because she concealed the matter of the six ladies' jade carvings, she always felt ashamed of Xiao Qian.

Confused in her heart, she habitually grabbed his cuff and tugged, "Liulang, I'm sorry, but I didn't actually..."

"I understand, Ah Jiu." Xiao Qian interrupted her, slowly twirling a strand of her loose hair with his slender fingers, letting it tangle around his fingertips, entangled, entangled, just like this one who couldn't figure it out It took a long time before he opened his mouth, and his tone was a little indifferent, "I allow you to feel sorry for him for a while, but I don't allow you to feel sorry for him for the rest of your life."

Having said that, he pulled his sleeve out of Mo Jiu's hand, looked straight into her eyes, and sighed shyly.

"After all—I'd be sad too."

After saying a word, he sighed, turned around and strode away.

"I still have some things to deal with, you go back to rest earlier."

Seeing his tall back fading away, Mo Jiu seemed to hear the sound of her heart pounding.

Did she ignore his emotions, or did he forget to take her feelings into account?
Is their relationship going to a dead end, or are all couples unable to escape the emotional wear of the long years?

Or—she has been unable to conceive and give birth to a son, which eventually became the heaviest and most difficult gap between them?

**
Winter comes and spring comes, everything recovers.

The Dadi Dynasty was prosperous and prosperous, full of vitality, and the country was beautiful.

The new capital of Yanjing is under construction, and the old capital of Lin'an is not in decline.

In the past year, apart from going back to Xinglong Mountain, Mo Jiu lived with Xiao Qian in Lin'an most of the time.

After the war, a thousand wastes are waiting to be done, and the daily tasks can be exhausting.But even so, Xiao Qian never forgot his "cultivation" as a man, and he didn't give in to Mo Jiu when it came to matters in the room.If there is a fly in the ointment, it's still that - even though he loves to work, works hard, and does his best to take care of Mo Jiu's body, there is still no news of her belly.In the study room, the prescriptions he personally prescribed were stacked thickly on a medical shelf, but they still didn't work.

They have been waiting for it for a long time, and their hearts are anxious.

Even in the imperial court, gradually there are different voices.

Not to mention that Mo Jiu has the evil legend of "a daughter of a widow who can only have daughters", since ancient times, which emperor is not a flourishing descendant of 72 concubines in the sixth courtyard of the palace?

However, all the ministers were in a hurry, but Xiao Qian, who had no son to inherit the great line, issued an imperial edict "abolishing the six palaces" on the first day of the establishment of the Great Di Dynasty. Set up concubines.

That is to say, the harem of the Da Di Dynasty was useless, and Mo Jiu alone monopolized all Xiao Qian's personal emotions, and got all his favors.

In an era when men were superior to women, this was an unimaginable shock.

That imperial decree once caused an uproar in the world and caused countless disputes in various public opinions——

To be honest, Yi Mojiu's prestige in the present world, if she could live up to her expectations and give birth to a son for Xiao Qian, even if she had one, maybe it wouldn't attract so much criticism.Year after year of Biansheng, Xiao Zhi is already eight years old, and there is still no good news in her belly.In this way, the emperor is really not in a hurry, and the eunuchs are about to die in a hurry. All kinds of overt and covert remonstrances, all kinds of insinuations with guns and sticks made Xiao Qian's ears callused, even if he deliberately kept Mo Jiu from it, no matter what. Let her know the troubles, and these things will fall into her ears steadily.

Good things don't go out, bad things pass thousands of miles.

Even if Xiao Qian didn't care, he couldn't stand some people mentioning it over and over again.

Human beings always live in a big environment. In this world, there is no one who is completely free and easy.

This incident became a thorn in Mo Jiu's body.

Slowly, it became a stalk between the two of them.

Can’t be pulled out, can’t be removed, and sometimes even affects breathing——

The relationship between husband and wife is very subtle. What kind of emotion is there for each other, you don't need words to convey it, you have your own perception.Moreover, this perception will permeate and influence each other, which will affect the atmosphere of getting along, and even fall into a vicious circle. Even if you try your best, you can't relieve it.

If this thorn is not pulled out for a day, it will hurt people every day.

Between the two of them, it was always rare to find real consummation.

Mo Jiu is a woman from the new era, so of course she doesn't want to be reduced to a reproductive machine.

However, living in this feudal era, she is not someone who can completely violate ethics.After all, she is actually willing to go to the countryside to do as the Romans do, and give birth to a son for Xiao Liulang, and everyone will be happy.Otherwise, even if Xiao Qian doesn't blame her, even if he doesn't care and loves her in every way year after year, how can she bear to see his frown getting tighter day by day?

He chose to bear it silently, but she couldn't bear it and couldn't bear it.

When you love someone, you just want to see him happy.

To love someone is to want to be comfortable with each other.

If we are not together every day, and the sorrows are overwhelming, how can there be joy?
At this time, Mo Jiu understood more and more why in the fairy tales, every time the princess and the prince lived happily together, it was time for the finale.Because there are too many trivial and unavoidable things in life, I can't stand scrutiny and toss.The accumulation of little things gradually turned into the stone mill of the years, unknowingly destroying people's feelings, even if she and Xiao Qian are more in love than Jin Jian, in such gossip that is renewed every day, it is inevitable that people will fall in love with each other. Cracks arise, discord arises.

There is no right or wrong, only helplessness.

Especially the occasional care and silence made Mo Jiu feel more and more——life is so cruel.

Even she would think, when the love time passes, can he, who is an emperor, still love her as he did before?
After all, the current Mo Jiu is not as valuable as the original Mo Jiu.

Once two people stand at different heights, without the elements of equivalent replacement, the relationship is like a seesaw——

She doesn't want to.

I don't want things to get worse.

I am even more afraid that such a day will come.

Probably these things were repeatedly rehearsed in Mo Jiu's mind, which disturbed her mood. On the night when the cold wind came back from the tower, Mo Jiu fell ill.

After many years of war life, her health has always been good, and she seldom catches a cold. This disease, coughing, sneezing, and sneezing, even took half a month of decoction, but it didn't get better. It was lingering and repeated. Toss people.

Xiao Qian took care of her as usual, personally prescribing her pulse, personally instructing people to cook soup and medicine, no matter how busy he was with the government affairs in the front hall, he would come over twice a day to check on her situation.

Mo Jiu is not a cold-hearted person, she understands his kindness.

He is entangled with too many things every day, such a huge country is all in his hands, under the myriad of thoughts, he must have countless anxieties and troubles in his heart, but he has never shown half of it in front of her, He never even brought the anger from the court to her, as long as he appeared in front of her, it was only Xiao Liulang, not Emperor Xuanzheng.

This man has actually done the ultimate to her——

But I have a stalk in my heart, and it's hard to calm down.

……

It dragged on like this until the beginning of March, when the grass was growing and the warblers were flying and the flowers were blooming, and Mo Jiu gradually got better.

When she was just recovering from illness, Xiao Zhi led a little palace maid and ran in bouncingly, grabbed her hand, and asked her to accompany her to fly the kite.

These days, because Mo Jiu was sick and afraid of contagion, the little princess was quarantined, Xiao Qian didn't allow her to bother Mo Jiu, and didn't allow her to get too close, so it was hard for the mother and daughter to hug and make out happily, and they were happy tight.Mo Jiu was bored in the room for so long, and wanted to go out for some activities.So, in order to make her daughter happy, she also moved her mind—she hadn't done it for a long time, and made a giant paper kite with her own hands, which was held by two court ladies.

There is no one in Xiao Qian's harem, and it has been idle all the time, so in most of the gardens, except for the maintenance craftsmen, few people usually come to the garden.

Mo Jiu chatted and laughed with Xiao Zhi along the way, but he never expected that before he arrived at the garden, he would see a slender figure from the back outside the Hall of Mercy, hurrying through the corridor——

Dress like that, not a court lady, nor a concubine.

Such a back view is so familiar that Mo Jiu can't forget it even if he wants to——

Wen Jingshu.

How could this lingering thing enter the palace?

Mo Jiu hesitated for a moment, then motioned the maids to put down the kite, and handed them the little girl in her hand, and ordered them to take it back, before quickly following her.

"Mother..." Xiao rushed over and called her, "Where are you going?"

"Hush—" Mo Jiu glanced back at her, made a gesture of silence, then squatted down to coax her a few words, and quickly followed in the direction where Wen Jingshu's back disappeared.

Under the sun, the trees in the garden are full of shade. Today is an excellent weather.

But Mo Jiu's heart was filled with smog, and he pressed down so heavily that he couldn't breathe...

This feeling is very uncomfortable for her.

Thinking of her, Mo Jiu should walk sideways without any worries in the harem of Dadi Dynasty, right?

Why did she have to secretly follow Wen Jingshu when she saw her appear?
Gritting her teeth and holding her breath, she suddenly didn't want to follow.

fuck it!Whatever you like, at worst, she will go back to Xinglong Mountain.

Just as she was thinking about it, she saw Wen Jingshu in front of her turn into another path, leading to another place - Lu Ji's residence.

Xiao Qian is indeed a man who knows how to be filial and grateful. Lu Ji has always kept in his heart the gratitude Lu Ji gave him for his life and preaching. , he served Lu Ji like an ancestor, and directly got him to live in the palace, and collected all kinds of rare medicinal materials for him for his pharmacological research.From this point of view, Lu Ji can be considered to have made a contribution. Moreover, compared to other emperors, Xiao Qian's family structure is actually simple enough. The palace is such a big place. Mo Jiu is lazy but lazy bother.

Of course, she didn't want to conflict with Lu Ji, but also because of Fang Jiran.

In Qiankun's tomb a year ago, because of her wrong prediction, the woman was hanged to death...

Right in front of Lu Ji, she screamed and was caught in a powerful trap. The old man Lu Ji watched that scene happen. It was too late to save her, and a finger was strangled by the trap... ...Mo Jiu can understand the feeling of losing a dear daughter.Therefore, she would try not to touch Lu Ji if she could not meet him, and she would try her best to avoid friction with him if possible.Sometimes, thinking of his lost finger and daughter and Xiao Qian's love for him, Mo Jiu would even wrong herself and let him.

And Wen Jingshu——

She hadn't seen her for a long, long time.

Xiao Qian didn't mention Wen Jingshu's doubts about Wen Jingshu on Shenlong Mountain, and she still couldn't understand it.

Now look at what this means, old man Lu Ji is going to be a demon again?

Under the cover of lush flowers and trees, Mo Jiu slowly approached Lu Ji's garden, and followed from a distance to the base of the wall. As soon as she stopped, she heard Wen Jingshu greeting Lu Ji.

"The apprentice has met the master—"

oh? !Can we talk?

That is to say, Lu Ji finally cured her tongue, detoxified?
In fact, Mo Jiu knew before that the poison could be cured, but neither Xiao Qian nor Lu Ji did it, so what is the purpose of removing it for her now?

Mo Jiu sneered in his heart, and continued to move a few steps in, not getting too close, for fear of disturbing the pair of master and apprentice.

The master and apprentice inside exchanged pleasantries for a while, and Mo Jiu heard Lu Ji sigh with emotion.

"Jingshu's tea art has become more and more refined."

"Master, it's your majesty's tea. Jingshu dare not take credit for it." Wen Jingshu's voice was a little hoarse, and she smiled cheerfully.

"Nonsense! Tea is good, and you have to have good craftsmanship to not spoil good things! My old man likes to drink this."

"As long as the master likes it, the apprentice is willing to make tea for the master for the rest of his life..."

"For a lifetime..." Lu Ji murmured, seemingly full of worry, "Master, this life is not long..."

"Master, don't talk nonsense, you can live to be two hundred years old."

"Hehehe, you are the only one with a sweet mouth and know how to make my old man happy..." At this point, Lu Ji sighed suddenly, "Looking at your senior brother's situation, I am so anxious that I will be killed in a few days. He's mad."

Wen Jingshu was silent.

Speaking of Xiao Qian, what kind of expression does she have?
Mo Jiu really wanted to know, but she didn't dare to show her head, so she could only grit her teeth in resentment.

After a moment of silence, Wen Jingshu asked weakly, "Your Majesty...how did he make Master angry?"

Lu Ji snorted, "A majestic man, a majestic emperor, is controlled by a woman. Do you think it's shameful? According to me, if you don't have a child, you've committed a crime. It's better to beat him out early. But he's fine. He was born as a treasure, and despite the objections of the officials, he told me what to say. A man should keep his original promise and give it to her alone. What is a promise? He has become the emperor, and he can't do whatever he wants, and he is always frowning Yes, restraining myself for a promise, my life is not as good as my old man! Do you worry about people?"

"Master is right—" Wen Jingshu agreed with a smile, and after a moment of silence, she suddenly asked, "Actually, Jingshu also doesn't know something."

"Oh, you said?"

"I don't know why master called Jing Shu into the palace this time, why?"

"Of course it's a good thing." Lu Ji's voice was full of joy. Mo Jiu couldn't see what was going on inside from outside the wall. He only heard a rustling sound for a while. He didn't know what they did. Then he heard Lu Ji lower his voice. Raising his throat, he said intermittently: "Master specially prepared this medicine for you... You should take it for half a month first, and you will be sure... to conceive!"

What?Pregnant?
Mo Jiu is very sensitive about this matter.

Almost subconsciously, she understood what Lu Ji and Wen Jingshu wanted to do.

Her body shook violently, and she clung to the courtyard wall, biting her lower lip tightly.

A beam of sunlight fell from the gaps in the leaves, flashed into her eyes, and made her feel uncomfortable——

She never thought that Lu would have such thoughts, and she gritted her teeth with hatred, but this is his garden, and she can't go up and fight him because of the content of his private chat, right?In the past, Mo Jiu might have done that, but now, she really can't do such a thing - like a shrew, too stupid!
Thinking about this mess in her heart, for some reason, she somehow missed Xiao Qian.

In fact, if Wen Jingshu wanted to be mean, she really couldn't control it.

After all, over the years, Wen Jingshu has never been the only woman who has been mean to Xiao Qian.

To put it bluntly, there are so many outings every year, and it can be said that there are people who have gone on and on——

However, there is only one person who can really control this matter, and that is Xiao Qian himself.

If he didn't want to, it would be useless for the ten Wen Jingshu to take off their clothes and pounce on him. If he wanted to, even if she, Mo Jiu, put a knife on his neck, she wouldn't be able to control his lower body.But in fact, apart from her and Xiao Zhi, Xiao Qian has no other close woman besides her and Xiao Zhi these years. Even the court ladies are all at the beck and call of Mo Jiu. In the matter of men and women, there is a saying that is often said, one Mo Jiu is enough.

Such a man, not to mention in ancient times, even in modern times, is one of the best husbands in a hundred.

Therefore, in this regard, Mo Jiu has confidence in Xiao Qian and also trusts him extremely.

With nausea in her stomach, her emotions that had been indifferent for a long time suddenly became agitated as if she had been beaten with chicken blood, and was dominated by a habit of needing to fight against the enemy. She quietly withdrew from Lu Ji's garden and turned directly to Ben went to the front hall to find a man.

Normally at this time, Xiao Qian would handle government affairs in Zhengyi Hall.

The people there were all familiar with Mo Jiu, and they all greeted her when they saw her.

"no."

Mo Jiu didn't tell anyone, and went in with her skirt.

There was no one in the outer hall of Zhengyi Hall, and he heard voices in the inner hall through a wall.

"Your Majesty, Miss Wen has been taken to the palace and sent to Elder Lu."

Mo Jiu was taken aback.

The man who spoke was the commander of the bodyguard that Xiao Qian favored recently after Xue Fang was promoted and left.His surname is Huang, and his single name is a character for tiger.Hearing from Xiao Qian, this person handles affairs quite appropriately, he looks a bit like Xue Fang back then, probably reminiscing about the past, although Xiao Qian arranged the most suitable official positions for all the heroes who followed him, he is still willing to use the familiar People, looking for a familiar feeling, so in addition to the daily business, Xiao Qian often let him do some private chores, which can be regarded as intentional training.Therefore, Huang Hu is also a relatively close person around him.

But hearing his tone, it was not only Lu Ji's idea to take Wen Jingshu into the palace, but also Xiao Qian's approval?
The heart that was eager to see him suddenly disappeared, and the blood that was burning like fire suddenly became cold.

Mo Jiu stopped, not having the courage to go in.

Inside, Huang Hu was still rambling, "Your Majesty, these are the papers handed over by the Ministry of Education. In the past few days, many of them are... admonishing Your Majesty to select concubines and prolong their heirs. Look..."

"Let it go." Xiao Qian was a little impatient, and his voice was full of displeasure, "These people don't care about state affairs, and they worry about my family affairs all day long, whether it's annoying or not."

"Hey." Huang Hu said again: "Your Majesty's family affairs are important national affairs. Don't say that the ministers and workers worry about it, so do the subordinates. According to the subordinates, Miss Wen is a very good candidate. She looks good. Well done, you have a gentle temper, and Mr. Lu likes it, if you add a little prince to His Majesty, Your Majesty won't have to worry all day..."

"Go down!" Xiao Qian interrupted him.

Mo Jiu didn't hear the blame, but only felt his helplessness.

"You can learn from those people's long-winded, careful head—"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Hearing Huang Hu's footsteps, Mo Jiu quickly turned around and left quietly.

When Xiao Qian came back at night, it was already late at night.

Mo Jiu had already lay down, but with her eyes closed, she was not asleep.

She didn't know whether Xiao Qian already knew about the fact that she had been to the Hall of Zhengyi today, and she felt a little uneasy.

But he came over, bent down and touched her forehead, then gently pulled her wrist to feel her pulse, and then left to wash.After tidying up and lying on the bed, he habitually wrapped her arms around her waist, pulled her into his arms, and sighed faintly.

"What is Liu Lang sighing?" Mo Jiu asked softly with his eyes closed.

"Did I wake you up?" Xiao Qian turned his head to look at her face, and asked a little apologetically. Seeing her shaking his head, he stroked the back of her head again, "It's nothing. Be good, go to sleep."

During these tormenting hours, Mo Jiu actually thought of countless ways to ask him.

But now that he was really lying beside her, she suddenly felt that when a trivial matter happened between them, it took her a few hours to think about how to ask him, and the lack of trust between them was already It has become serious, that is to say, it no longer makes sense to ask or not to ask, and it is no longer really the key point.

Mo Jiu is not a person who is obsessed with results.

On the contrary, she is very free and easy, and takes her time when things happen.

And today, just today, she has been an eavesdropper twice.In essence, rather than saying that she hated it, it would be better to say that she didn't like herself becoming such a paranoid look—the look she hated the most.I don't want my whole life to be entangled in these complicated and mundane things, unable to extricate myself, like a preoccupied little woman who spends all day worrying about whether a man's frown is uncomfortable, whether a man's face is black once, is there something wrong? Satisfied, which woman does the man look at more, does he have a different heart?

Do not!
No!

She, Mo Jiu, would not be such a woman.

It's not Empress Da Di, she's still the Mo family's great son.

How could she stand shoulder to shoulder with Xiao Qian even if she was subjugated to the small size of the harem, even if her mother loved the world?

If she succumbs to trivial calculations, even if she wins the fight with Lu Ji, how can she feel pleasure?

Reduced to a buffoon in a palace fight, and finally turned hideous, despised by men...

How similar is that appearance to Fang Jiran from before?

Such an ending, thinking about it, made her shudder.

The night lights are faint, and the fire is flickering, as if blinking, watching the ups and downs of the world and people's hearts.

Mo Jiu tilted his head slightly, looked at Xiao Qian's tightly closed eyes and frown, slowly raised his head to stare at the ceiling, finally didn't ask any more questions, but secretly made a decision in his heart.

……

……

Half a month later, Qifeng Restaurant in Lin'an City.

It was almost midnight, and the fire was brightly lit, and the smell of wine was overflowing.

Sitting by the window, Mo Jiu rested her cheeks on her hands, squinted at the silent and handsome man in front of her with half-drunk and half-awake eyes, and sighed.

"Brother, why do I think you've become handsome again this time?"

"Spoof!" Mo Zhuang yelled at her, sitting upright, with his back straight, and his voice was full of doubts, "Speak, what do you want me to do?"

"I miss you, don't you?" Mo Jiu filled his glass with wine, giggling, "The life is so boring, I want to find someone to talk to."

Seeing that she didn't answer, Mo Jiu smiled self-consciously, "Sometimes this life is really emotional. It seems like I knew you only yesterday, but ten years have passed in a blink of an eye. Life is really good... So fast. Brother, it's been half a year since we said goodbye to Xinglong Mountain last time?"

"Yes." Mo Wang was still dressed in a plain green shirt. The recuperation in recent years has made his body gradually improve. His thin face is so handsome, and he has basically recovered his previous vitality, which made Mo Jiu feel relieved. .If there is anything to worry about, it is his lifelong event.

I don't have a woman I like, and I don't want to marry a wife.

In a hurry to ask, he used the Mo family's affairs as a prevarication. Even if Mo Jiu was a big man, he couldn't force it to be emotional.

The greatest good for a person is respect.This is Mo Jiu's understanding.

So, after a long time, no one mentioned this matter. People who understand will naturally know who the left deacon is pretending to be. No one has revealed it, but some people are curious. Is Mo Wang really going to wait for Mo Jiu for the rest of his life? ?
A lifetime is too long.

Mo Jiu was worried, but Mo himself was probably not sure either.

As he said, it's not that he didn't marry a wife, it's just that he didn't find the right one.

"Have all the peach blossoms in Xinglong Mountain bloomed?" Mo Jiu asked, and suddenly smiled softly: "I like the peach tree at the gate of senior brother's courtyard the most. The posture is enchanting enough, and the color is pretty enough. Back then, senior brother When I am sick, when the flowers bloom, it is my favorite thing. I will think, the leaves in autumn and winter, the leaves fall into dead branches, and when spring comes, the leaves will be greener and the flowers will be redr again. Brother, you are the same, there must be One day I will wake up, like that peach blossom, shining brightly..."

Hearing Mo Jiu's analysis of his state of mind back then, dark waves flowed in Mo Wang's eyes.

After a moment of silence, he took a deep look at her, as if he had sensed some emotion hidden in her joy, and said softly: "If Ah Jiu is not happy here, why not go back to Xinglong Mountain to rest for a while. Your mother is not feeling well recently, you It also happens to be able to accompany her... Presumably His Majesty will not stop it."

Yes, will not block.

Xiao Qian would never stop any of her decisions.

In a sense, he really doted on her.

But with such a close relationship between the two, even if Mo Jiu didn't mention it, how could Mo Wang not see that she was in a bad mood?
Xinglong Mountain is a bit far from Lin'an, but there are rumors that this kind of thing can fly faster than creatures with wings. Mo Huang is very clear about the fact that Mo Jiu's childlessness caused the court to be in turmoil, and Zhiniang's illness was caused by Fang Ji. Ran's death was caused by Mo Jiu's worries in the first place, and countless people on Xinglong Mountain were also filled with righteous indignation for Mo Jiu.Everyone protects their weaknesses and protects their own people. In their view, half of this country has to be attributed to Mo Jiu. If there is no Mo Jiu, how can the Da Di Dynasty come to today? A good place to go, Mo Jiu was rejected because she couldn't have a son, not to mention that she didn't agree, and the Mo family didn't agree either.

Since ancient times, sharing adversity is easy, sharing sweetness is difficult.

The only sharp ear, the world can't understand.

Mo Wang knew all about these entanglements.

But even if he sympathized with Mo Jiu, children's matters were the most sensitive, and he couldn't help him, and he didn't even know how to persuade him.

The two looked at each other, and he could only pour wine for her silently, "Drink tonight, go back and have a good sleep."

"Yes, yes, I listen to you, Master Zuo Deacon."

Mo Jiu always had a smile on his face, drinking faster than Mo Wang.

The two chattered about Xinglong for a while, and Mo Wang said it seriously, which made Mo Jiu laugh out loud.

When her cheeks hurt from laughing, she suddenly suppressed her expression and asked him seriously: "Senior brother, I have a question. Tell me, what should an emperor do if he really doesn't have a prince?"

Seeing her half lying on the table after drinking, her eyes were red and bloodshot, Mo Wang couldn't help feeling distressed.

As far as he knew, Xiao Qian was no less concerned about the children than Mo Jiu.After all, it was he, not her, who directly faced the officials and criticisms.For this matter, he has suppressed many memorials and reprimanded many ministers, and even one unlucky guy was relegated to a remote and wild place by him because of this.It is also due to Xiao Qian's ruthless temperament, and... Many of the people who are really in power in the civil and military affairs of the current Manchu Dynasty have shared hardships with Mo Jiu and have some personal friendship.Otherwise, I am afraid that this matter will not only be spread in private as it is now, and it will remain calm after all.

Thinking of this, Mo sighed wildly.

"Xiao Jiu, I can only say—as a man, it's not easy for him. As a husband, he has fulfilled his promise to you. You are lucky."

Men are always easier to understand men.

It's not easy for Xiaoqian, Mo Wang can understand it all.Even in private, he would think about it, if the role was changed to himself, would he be able to withstand such pressure, risking the disapproval of the world, marrying only one wife in his life, and not marrying another even if he had no son?

In this world, there is only one Xiao Liulang.

Of course, except for Xiao Liulang, even if the others thought about it, they might not dare, and even if they did, they would not have the courage to hold it back.

"I know—" Mo Jiu nodded, looked at Mo Wang seriously, and suddenly changed the subject in a serious manner, "So I'm looking for senior brother this time, and I want to ask, is Shenlong Mountain all repaired?"

Mo Wang didn't know why she suddenly mentioned this matter after such a long time, his brows furrowed slightly.

"I heard from Elder Shen that the work is almost finished."

"...I suddenly want to go and have a look."

"Go and see?" What is there to see in Shenlong Mountain?

Mo Wang didn't know what was going on, so he just looked at her like that, waiting for her next words.

However, after a long time, Mo Jiu drank in silence without saying a word.

"Xiao Jiu..." Mo Fan frowned slightly, "What happened, what do you think, tell senior brother—"

Mo Jiu sniffed, leaned forward slowly, lay down on the table, buried her head in the crook of her arm, and muttered as if drunk.

"I think, open the rooftop..."

……

In March of the second year of Xuanzheng.

There are many rains in the Qingming season, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

A few days before the festival, Mo Jiu left Lin'an in the name of returning to Xinglong Mountain to see his mother, and led Mo Wang and others back to Shenlong Mountain.

This is the second time she has come back to the Mohist General Altar.

Counting the days, it has been a whole year since she left last time.

As she said, time never waits for anyone, flies by, flies by—

This time it was a family affair of the Mo family, Xiao Qian was busy with state affairs and did not accompany him. Now he is sitting on the heaviest chair in the world, after all, he is no longer as free as before.

Sometimes when I think about it, Mo Jiu finds it funny.

In this life, people are always fighting for freedom.But fighting back and forth, it's becoming more and more unfree.

Along the mountain road full of weeds, a group of people got to the top of the mountain.

The scenery of Shenlong Mountain is the same as yesterday, but the buildings of the main altar are completely new.

Mo Jiu had something on her mind and wanted to appreciate it, and she didn't have time to delay. On the first day she arrived at Shenlong Mountain, she performed a sacrifice in front of the big altar, and then called Mo Wang and several elders of the Mo family together for a simple meeting. After arranging some things about the Mohist family during the meeting, he led a group of people to the Tiantai in a mighty way.

"Mom! Where are we going?"

"A fun place."

"A fun place? Well, you coax me like this every time, but it's not very fun in the end."

"This time, it's definitely fun."

"Really, not lying?"

"I lied to you as a puppy."

Along the way, Mo Jiu was joking with Xiao Zhi.

The mother and daughter looked happy, as if they were going on vacation.

Yes, this time when he came to Shenlong Mountain, Mo Jiu brought his eight-year-old little princess Xiao Zhi with him.

Mo Wang and everyone in the Mo family didn't quite understand her strange behavior.Although the little princess usually likes to follow Mo Jiu around, it is absolutely impossible for Mo Jiu to take her with her in a mysterious and unknown area like the Tiantai—and, it is said that Mo Jiu is going to open the Tiantai. It shouldn't be hidden from Xiao Qian.The two of them have never kept secrets from each other in their life. Why did Mo Jiu do this this time? Not only did he not tell Xiao Qian that he had obtained the eight lady jade carvings, but even the matter of returning to Shenlong Mountain was kept secret. Don't let it leak.

In such an atmosphere, the Mo family felt a little nervous.

The legend of the year has never changed.

The thousand-character quotation is related to the Mohist institution and the weapon map...

In other words, Qianziyin is related to the lifeline of the country.

His family's big son acted like this, he must have been stimulated, and he must have moved something on his mind?

If it were someone else, maybe they wouldn't dare to think about it.But when did Mo Jiu do anything normal?

Such a rebellious thought, everyone dared to ponder in their hearts, but no one dared to ask.

After all, over the past few years, Mo Jiu has become more and more unpredictable and incomprehensible.

So, silently accompanying each other, amidst the laughter of Mo Jiu and Xiao Zhi, the rest of the people were all solemn and solemn——

"Xiao Jiu, we're here!"

Mo Huang's voice brought back Mo Jiu's thoughts——

She squeezed Xiao Zhi's hand tightly, raised her head slightly, and looked up at the towering mountain in front of her.

—Let’s call it a mountain.

The Tiantai is located at the highest point of the main peak of Shenlong Mountain, but there are no trees around it. Hidden in the clouds, invisible to the naked eye, as if leading to the sky, so it is called the Tiantai.On the stone wall outside the worship platform, there are reliefs that have been weathered for a long time. The fuzzy reliefs can no longer tell what is painted, but the original exquisite carvings can be found.Located directly in front is a round arched gate, made of iron, tightly closed, solemn and solemn.

Seeing this door for the first time, Mo Jiu had the feeling of seeing the Taj Mahal.

Seeing this door for the second time, she was still impressed by its exquisite construction.

It's just that I don't know, what should I do when the Tiantai is opened today?
At this moment, she didn't hesitate.

But in the end, she closed her eyes and stepped out with firm steps.

The door can be opened very early, with an external lock, without much effort.

Entering the first floor is the main hall for offering sacrifices to the roof. Except for the portraits of the Mohist ancestors, the focus is in the middle.

There is a round jade countertop in the shape of a stone mill. In the center of the countertop, there is a deep concave handprint.

This is Juzi's handprint, right?

The body of the four pillars of pure yin, the giant of the Mohist family, can open the first floor of the worship platform with handprints.

It's been ten years since I heard the news.

Mo Jiu was suddenly in a daze. Back then, she never thought that it would take her ten years to press this handprint since the Mohist Conference.

"Xiao Jiu..." Mo Fan seemed to sense her emotions, and a bit of haze appeared on his sunny and handsome face, "Have you considered everything?"

"Huh? Huh." Mo Jiu smiled at him, took a breath, and walked slowly to the front of the stage.

Without giving herself a chance to hesitate, her hand pressed down in the direction of the mark——

Chacha!

It turned out that her hand could really open the altar.

Mo Jiu's blood warmed up slightly, and he felt a sense of fate in his heart.

Perhaps as Dong Ji said, in this era, she shouldn't exist, everything is predestined, how can it be possible to change it artificially?
The familiar melody sound was very clear in the silent Tiantai Hall.

The first floor was opened, but what happened next was different from what Mo Jiu had guessed in advance.She had simulated the mechanism of worshiping the roof in her mind, thinking that a jade carving of a lady would open one floor, so if a jade carving of a lady was put in, the first floor would be opened, and then enter the next floor until the cycle ended.But I didn't know that once the handprint was opened, the mechanism was opened, and the scene in front of me changed several times - like a warm spring, with a gentle breeze, occasional singing of birds and fragrance of flowers, and icy cold wind, flying white snow, freezing to the bone... …

After the scene freezes, everyone opens their eyes again. In the middle of the worship platform, there is not one mechanism slot for placing jade carvings of ladies, but eight.

On the jade platform, there are eight mechanism slots arranged according to the positions of the gossip, and the shape is no different from that of jade carvings of ladies.

There is a word written on the position of each mechanism slot.

They are Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui!

Mo Jiu narrowed her eyes slightly, and probably understood.

Turning her head away, she called Cao Yuan, "Release the jade carvings of ladies in Qian's Tomb!"

"Yes, Juzi."

Cao Yuande agreed, and immediately put the jade carving of a lady on it carefully.

Everyone waited with bated breath, watching the jade platform rotate rapidly, turning into a shadow, turning into a gossip, and the surrounding area seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, becoming hazy and unreal, and the light of the wind lantern was difficult to penetrate. Unable to see each other's faces clearly, they could only stare closely at the glowing and rotating jade platform, waiting dizzily until it slowed down, and then stopped.

This time, the outermost one is the jade trough with the word Kun.

The fire light passed over Mo Jiu's eyes, outlining the solemnity in her eyes.

"Jade Carvings of Ladies in Fangkun's Tomb!"　
"Yes~ Juzi!" Cao Yuan followed his words.

By analogy, the lady jade carvings are put one by one into the mechanism slot of the jade platform, and every time a jade carving is put in, the screen will rotate like the first time. The pressure became lower and lower, and the sound of "clang, bang, bang" continued, but no one talked too much. They just felt that breathing became more and more difficult, as if they were suppressed by something. An intangible darkness - only the jade platform, from the white jade color at the beginning, the color gradually became lighter and lighter, and it almost turned into a translucent color as if the jade carvings from the tomb were put down.

Surprising!

Shocked!

The altar, which has been sleeping for a hundred years, seems to be awakening——

Mo Jiu held the little girl's hand tightly, her lips tightly pursed into a straight line.

In the light of the fire, the color of those two lips seemed to be...almost bright red, delicate and charming.

Mo Wang has been watching her.

A hint of ominous premonition made his heart tighten.

He walked up, looked down at Mo Jiu's hand that was holding the little girl tightly, with deep eyes, and suddenly grabbed her wrist.

"Xiao Jiu, something seems wrong?"

Mo Jiu looked back at him calmly, "What's wrong?"

Mo Wang pursed his lips lightly, and followed her to the rotating jade platform, "I can't say, I just think...it shouldn't be like this."

It shouldn't be like this, so what should it be?
No one knows what will happen when the Tiantai is opened.

Mo Jiu also didn't know.With what she did today, she was just betting on her fate.

In other words, bet on an ending that should have been her fate.

Some things, since they are destined, there is no need to avoid them.

No matter what the result will be, she is willing to accept it calmly——

With a light grunt, Mo Jiu frowned, looked at the jade carvings of ladies who had already been placed in the jade trough, and said to Mo Wang indifferently: "I understand senior brother's concerns, but I thought, after all, it was something left by the old ancestors. Let us work hard to get it, it is enough to toss. No matter what, I believe that the ancestor will not really harm her descendants—”

Will not harm her descendants.

Doesn't that mean you won't harm others?

After all, the ancestors lying in the coffin cannot be sure whether it is a relative or a thief who came in.

But what Mo Jiu was sure of, no one else could change.What's more, seven of the eight jade carvings have been put in, and this one is not bad.

Mo Wan sighed, and slowly let go of the hand that was strangling her.

"OK then."

The voice of their conversation was not low, and the disciples present felt a little nervous when they heard it.It is human nature to be worried about the unknown, and even Cao Yuan's hands trembled a little when he was ordered to put down the last lady jade carving with the word "Dui".

"Speed ​​up!" Mo Jiu glared at him, "What is the ink stain?"

As soon as her voice fell, there was a sudden bang behind her.

The originally closed door opened from the outside to the inside.

A group of people rushed in with a cold wind. In the cold wind, there was a cold voice that cut Mo Jiu's eardrum like an ice blade.

"Ah Jiu, how could you secretly bring a little girl to sacrifice to the rooftop without telling me?"

"Father?" Xiao Zhi screamed, almost jumping up.

She is still at an age where she doesn't know much about the world. What happened before her is new to her, but she doesn't know the danger, and she doesn't know what kind of entanglement and estrangement her parents have.As soon as she heard Xiao Qian's voice, she turned around suddenly and was about to let go of Mo Jiu's hand, and rushed to meet her father.

But she stepped out, and her body was still in place.

With a cold face, Mo Jiu firmly grabbed her hand, then dragged her daughter back to protect her under her arms, and looked back lightly.

"Your Majesty is busy. This is the Mo family's business. I don't want to bother you."

His majesty, who was born and polite, instantly delineated the relationship between the two of them.

And this was also the first time since Xiao Qian succeeded to the throne, Mo Jiu called him like this, and used such a cold tone.

"Ah Jiu..." Xiao Qian frowned fiercely.

"What orders does Your Majesty have?" Mo Jiu's words were colder than each word, and the biggest reason why she called him "Your Majesty" to distance herself was not only because Xiao Qian followed her secretly, expressing her distrust of her. , also because he was accompanied by two people.

One is the old man Lu Ji who has never had any contact with her.

Another one is Wen Jingshu, who she wished she could strangle to feed the pigs.

For her indifference, Xiao Qian seemed a little moved, he sighed, and only followed her words.

"Why did Ah Jiu think of opening the rooftop again?"

He didn't ask her when she found all the jade carvings of ladies, but only asked why she thought of opening the Tiantai.

The difference between the two is that Xiao Qian should have known it early on, but she actually knew where the Lady Jade Carving was.

But he didn't ask, and he never broke through her——

In the past, Mo Jiu would think that this was respect, but the feeling of people will vary with the environment and mood.At this moment, she just felt that - the depth of this man's city is unmatched by anyone in the world.Even if she sleeps next to him every day, she doesn't know what he is thinking.

With a sneer, Mo Jiu raised his chin slightly, trying to restrain his emotions so as not to make the little girl feel sad.

"I'm bored, come and have fun! Does Your Majesty have any advice?"

Compared to her indifference, Xiao Qian's faint voice was as emotionless as before, and there was no hint of blame at all.

"Ah Jiu, I'm just worried about you. Don't worry about you coming alone—"

"No!" In this situation, it was difficult for Mo Jiu to calm down and think about something. He glanced at that Wen Jingshu and thought of the "that medicine" that Lu Ji said. Looking at this group of people, he felt as if he had eaten flies. Son, the tone is particularly sharp, "You are not worried about me, you are suspicious of me. Because I didn't tell you about the lady jade carving, and I didn't tell you that I secretly came to open the Tiantai. You think I want to monopolize the thousand-character quotation. There are plans for your country and your society."

Xiao Qian frowned, and before he could answer, the old man Lu Ji took the conversation away, "Isn't it? Huh! Everyone knows Sima Zhao's heart. You little girl, you have a really deep mind. It's just me, a silly apprentice. , that means he believes you are innocent."

"Hehe!" Mo Jiu sneered, "If I'm not innocent, it would be your turn to point fingers here!"

"You were innocent before, but the time was not ripe, now—"

"I'll fart your mother!"

At this moment, Mo Jiu couldn't care about whether the elders were elders or not.

The scene in front of her was too disturbing, no matter whether Xiao Qian doubted her or not, it made her extremely upset.

For ten years, she worked hard for him, but in the end, she became the most suspicious one.

How should this be called sad?still ridiculous?
With a cold face, she sneered, looked around at everyone, and said proudly: "The Bagua tomb belongs to my Mo family, the Tiantai is also my Mo family's, and the Qianziyin is also my Mo family's. I am on my own territory, who else wants to talk about it?" Am I innocent? Fuck your mother’s innocence! I, Mo Jiu, can come whenever I want, and I can drive as I want, and I can stop me one by one if I have the guts to try?"

Seeing her so excited, Xiao Qian's brows tightened.

"Ah Jiu, don't get angry, we have something to say..."

"Nothing!" Mo Jiu is like the loser in the battle between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. Apart from feeling slightly warm while holding her daughter's hand, she only feels cold all over her body, even though this man was once her all emotional support, even if they have experienced it before. Countless hardships, shared adversity and shared pillows, at this moment, she didn't need any reason, and she didn't want to say a word to him.

Not capricious, just tired.

"Mother..." The tense atmosphere between his parents finally made Xiao Zhi realize something.

She grabbed Mo Jiu's arm nervously, with a pair of black grape-like eyeballs, clear, bright, and slightly frightened.

"You and Father...don't quarrel, okay?"

"Straight..."

"is it okay!"

Mo Jiu closed his eyes, "Okay."

The innocent look in her daughter's eyes was too worrying, no matter how angry she was, Mo Jiu had to suppress it.

Moreover, anyway, it has come to this point, the quarrel is really meaningless.

She stroked Xiao Zhi's head soothingly, she didn't look at Xiao Qian for half an eye, she just turned her head to the side, commanding Cao Yuan in a cold voice.

"Put the jade carvings of ladies in the tomb!"

Cao Yuan was always nervous about this situation.

Hearing the order, he said "yes" again, slowly lowered the jade carving, and guided it into the mechanism slot——

Bang!
The eight jade carvings came together, and amidst a violent roar, the jade platform gradually changed its color.

From a thin translucent color to fully transparent, the entire countertop almost disappeared in front of everyone, only the eight jade carvings of ladies seemed to be spinning in the air.

Turning, turning, the eight ladies seemed to come alive, lifelike, with different postures, their bodies were shrouded in a corresponding bluish-white light, so beautiful that it made one's breath hard, the heart in the chest was pounding, Almost caught in that picture, with hazy vision and confusion—until the rotating jade altar slowly stopped.

"Ah! There is another mechanism slot."

The person who whispered was Cao Yuan who was closer.

Everyone has also seen that on the transparent jade altar, the eight jade carvings of ladies have disappeared, replaced by a human-shaped mechanism groove, the whole body is transparent, glowing with a mysterious and gloomy light, which makes people feel horrified. .And the gate of the platform that could be opened when Xiao Qian came, has completely disappeared, and the whole space is like an airtight bucket, except for the jade altar, there is nothing else.

"How is this going?"

When the handprints appear on the altar, you have to open the handprints of Juzi.

When there is a jade carving mechanism slot on the altar, it must be opened with a jade carving.

So, when there is a human-shaped mechanism slot on the altar, what key should be used to open the mechanism?
Could it be... people?

Someone sneezed and shivered.

A group of people stood there in a daze, breathing slightly short of breath.

But at this time, under the gaze of the person in question, a line of large golden characters gradually appeared on the mechanism slot of the human figure.

"If you want to sacrifice to the rooftop, you should use a living sacrifice!"

With a living sacrifice? !
Everyone looked at the mechanism slot in disbelief, their eyes almost fixed.

terrible!Because under the ten large characters, there is a line of supplementary small characters.

"The person for the living sacrifice needs to be a daughter born in a cloudy year, a cloudy moon, a cloudy day, and a cloudy day, with the blood of the tomb curse—"

What is Blood of the Tomb?Mo Jiu didn't know, but his body felt a little chilly.She is the only woman who was born in a cloudy year, a cloudy moon, a cloudy day and a cloudy day, and the blood of the tomb curse, the blood of the tomb curse, isn't it... even the blood on her body, widowhood, and loss of face, are all related to her blood , and this kind of blood is called "the blood of the tomb curse?"

No one can answer her, and she doesn't need an answer.

Because of connecting things together, she can almost conclude the authenticity of this guess.

But damn it, this isn't an open platform for offering sacrifices to the roof, it's clearly murder.

If there is no living sacrifice, then the altar cannot be opened, and everyone here will die.

Everyone is for themselves, even if she is not willing to be sacrificed alive, will others throw her into the sacrifice?

Everything seemed to have entered a strange puzzle, and Mo Jiu couldn't figure it out, really couldn't figure it out.

Why is it such a result after being busy for a while?
It turns out that the real test has never been the handprints, nor the jade carvings of the eight ladies, but the "living sacrifice".

And what she's thinking about now is—the so-called living sacrifice, after her physical body is destroyed, will there really be a thousand-character quotation to extradite her soul and let her return to the world that belongs to her?

Grandfather!

This is simply a gamble!
Even the most vicious gambler in the world would not dare to gamble with his own life! ?
What's more, she originally thought that if Qian Ziyin could extradite the soul, she would be able to bring her daughter with her, but now it seems—even if this is true, the so-called extradition is life after death, just like the "gate to the past", only Only people like her who have a past can go back to the past. People who don't have a past may die forever.

Mo Jiu's palms were wet with sweat, and his body was like a concentrator, receiving sights from all directions.

In the silence, the atmosphere was eerie and cold.

The tension of approaching death tugged at everyone's nerves.

In the silence, Mo Huan quietly approached Mo Jiu, standing by her side as always.The meaning expressed by his behavior is very simple, no matter what time, he will not let anyone touch Mo Jiu, including Xiao Qian.

"Mother... what does that mean... Zhizhi is a little scared..." Xiao Zhi could read the words, and he could almost understand the meaning of the words, and his little face turned pale with fright, and he held Mo Jiu's hand tightly without moving. will move.

"Don't be afraid." Mo Jiu was also nervous, but her expression was calm, "Mother will protect you."

"...Father! Daddy!" In Xiao Zhi's heart, Daddy is her stalwart sky. When danger comes, besides thinking of Mo Jiu, she will habitually point to Xiao Qian.

Before this, Xiao Qian had been silent, his slender figure was half in the shadows, and he just looked at Mo Jiu with lonely eyes, without saying a word.Hearing his daughter's nervous shouting now, he finally walked over slowly, standing next to Mo Jiu and Xiao Zhi with a faint scent of traditional Chinese medicine, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Lu Ji.

"Master, I can only try."

This sentence was said inexplicably, and no one could understand it.

But obviously, Lu Ji understood.The old man snorted dissatisfiedly, and glanced at Mo Jiu unhappily.

"So what if you don't try? Are you willing to give up your baby bump?"

Baby Pimple refers to Mo Jiu.

Therefore, what they said is not so difficult to understand - is there any way for them to break this mechanism?

Everyone looked at Xiao Qian with hopeful eyes.

But he turned his head indifferently, and looked coldly at Xue Fang, who had been silent all this time.

"Throw her into the sacrificial trough—"

she?Who is she referring to?

The disciples of the Mo family immediately became nervous. Someone touched the waist knife, and even Mo Wang held the blood jade flute tightly, staring at Xue Fang's movements.

Only Mo Jiu, she held Xiao Zhi and stood quietly, not even half nervous——

Regardless of her relationship with Xiao Qian, she still has this confidence, at least Xiao Liulang will not harm her.

Sure enough, Xue Fang got the order, and immediately pressed the knife to Wen Jingshu who was still in a daze, and gave the order to the two strong guards around him.

"Come on! Throw her into the mechanism slot!"

"Ah!" Wen Jingshu opened her eyes wide in shock as if she had just woken up from a dream. She glanced at Xiao Qian and then at Lu Ji, and she screamed in disbelief, "What are you doing? Let me go, let me go Master, Master... Didn't you say, didn't you say that as long as you come to sacrifice to the roof and prove that the demon girl wants to make trouble for Dadi, Liu Lang will abandon her? Didn't you say that you want me to bear children for Liu Lang? Didn't you say that my constitution is not easy to conceive, and you specially prepared good medicine for me? Master...what's going on here?"

"Are you asking me?" Lu Ji rolled his eyes, "You are stupid! I won't coax you, can you take that medicine?"

After so many years, Wen Jingshu herself has become a master of medicine. If she doesn't spend some time trying to deceive her, she will inevitably find her flaws. Wouldn't all previous efforts be wasted?

"So, these years, I've been tired of the old man. Alas! It's hard for me."

Sighing, Lu Ji stroked his gray beard, and kept shaking his head. Mo Jiu's eyes pierced slightly with the missing hand.

"This... what's the situation?"

No one answered her, neither did Xiao Qian and Lu Ji.

Because compared to figuring out what happened to Wen Jingshu, the sacrifice to the sky, which is related to everyone's lives, is more important.

While talking, the two guards had already thrown Wen Jingshu into the sacrificial trough made of jade——

Wen Jingshu is not a dead person, of course she will struggle. The guards had to tie up her hands and feet several times. In this way, her body finally fit into the slot of the mechanism, and was inserted into the jade altar like a key to unlock it——

The mechanism is opened, just like the opening of the previous altar, the jade platform and the mechanism sacrificial trough are like a stone mill for grinding tofu, turning rapidly, the speed is getting faster and faster, like a gentle beast placed in the middle Struggling, growling, and finally calmed down slowly, turning into a blurry pool of blood flowing...

The jade altar also changed its color again.

From a crystal-clear transparent color to a blood-red, frightening blood-red.

When the stone platform stopped, Wen Jingshu and the mechanism slot were gone.

And the altar turned into a piece of blood jade!
A transparent blood jade, a blood jade dyed red with human blood——

The sense of fear was overwhelming, and it tugged at everyone's hearts.

The hall was silent, for a long time, no one made a sound.

Mo Jiu's arms were also a little stiff, she hugged Xiao Zhi tightly, and covered the little girl's head together with her eyes in front of her chest, her forehead was so tense that blue veins popped out.

This bloody scene was so terrifying, like a nightmare, that she dared not recall it in this life.

I dare not even think about it—if that person is her, how would I feel?
A chill passed by, her body trembled slightly, and suddenly she heard a "ding"!
This is a crisp sound, which is different from the previous machine sound, and it is different and pleasant.

"This is the organ... has it been opened?"

Amidst someone's doubtful inquiry, a jade-like stone appeared on the blood jade stone platform.

It is said to be a stone, but it can reflect people's shadows, like a mirror.

It is said to be a mirror, but it is not completely transparent. At first glance, it looks like a piece of white jade.

"It's open! It's open. But what about Qianziyin? Where is Qianziyin?"

Looking around, someone slowly stepped forward to watch, search, and then heard Cao Yuan sigh.

"Here! This broken stone—it seems to be a thousand-character quotation."

In the hearts of everyone, they all thought that the so-called "Thousand Character Citation" should be a book, or at least a piece of silk with words written on it.

But the facts are a bit funny, Qianziyin is indeed a stone, because there are three words written on the stone——Qianziyin.

"Jiuye! It's a thousand-character quotation."

"It's a thousand-character quote..."

Thousand Character Citation!
Thousand Character Citation!
Thousand Character Citation!
The three words kept circling in Mo Jiu's mind.

But looking at the broken stone, Mo Jiu didn't know what to say.

The purpose of coming to offer sacrifices to the roof is obviously not achieved, but she and Xiao Qian—what is the current situation?
And Wen Jingshu, who has already died, what's the situation?
She was a little confused.

At this time, the gate to the Tiantai reappeared.

A gust of wind blew from the door, carrying fresh air, lifted Xiao Qian's clothes, and hurt Mo Jiu's eyes.

The two looked at each other, but neither spoke.

You look at me, I look at you, there is no movement for a long time.

Xiao Qian stood indifferently, didn't go forward, just looked at her quietly like that, and didn't look at the Thousand-Character Citation, as if the thing itself didn't attract him at all.

So, the two of them didn't move, Qian Ziyin's broken stone stood there, and no one dared to move.

In the silence, it was Lu Ji who couldn't bear it anymore. He hummed angrily and shouted unhappily, "You girl, why are you in a daze? My apprentice has done so much for you, but you are always on guard." Him. Hmph, if he didn't know you came to Shenlong Mountain, he left the court and came to save you in a hurry, wouldn't today be your death day?"

With Lu Ji's expression of hating him for not fighting, Mo Jiu must have been annoyed to death before.

But at this moment, she couldn't get annoyed.

With a dry cough, she cleared her throat and said with a serious face, "I don't understand one thing."

"What's the matter?" Xiao Qian finally spoke, his voice was flat and cool, he looked indifferent, but his eyes were nailed to Mo Jiu's face, and he didn't move away for a long time.

Mo Jiu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, glanced at him, and thought for a moment before saying: "Back then in Hara and Lin, you said that it was useful to keep Wen Jingshu, but I didn't understand it at that time. Now it seems that this is also very useful. However, this also makes it difficult for me to understand, could it be that, back then, you knew that a blood sacrifice was required to open the rooftop?"

"of course not!"

The person who quickly answered her was not Xiao Qian, but Lu Ji.

With dissatisfaction with Mo Jiu, he rushed to answer in front of Xiao Qian: "If you know so much, you won't be a god, and you, a girl, can still play tricks on you?"

When did she play tricks on Xiao Qian?
Damn, there is a "mother-in-law" in the middle, and the husband and wife have nothing wrong, but they have to make trouble.

Glancing at Lu Ji angrily, she asked, "Then why does Wen Jingshu's blood match the blood of this tomb curse?"

"In the final analysis, it's not for you." Lu Ji said bitterly: "Just your broken body, widowed for a while, lost face for a while, and unable to have a son for a while, if you want to cure, how should you prescribe medicine? Even After researching a new prescription, can I try it directly on your body? I am willing, but my stupid apprentice is not. So, besides taking Fang Jiran to test the medicine, at that moment he thought, prepare one more You have the same physique. If Fang Jiran dies, it will still be useful. It just so happens that Wen Jingshu was also born in a cloudy year, so she stayed for research."

Of course, why there is such a whimsical idea, in fact, also benefited from the Bagua Tomb.

When they were in Yinshan, Mo Jiu and Xiao Qian opened the tomb in Yinshan, and unearthed a formula of sweet, bitter and spicy.The magic of this formula is that it can not only keep people's body alive after death, but also artificially change their physique.Xiao Qian later gave that formula to Lu Ji—but after Lu Ji tested it, he found that the formula alone was not enough.But Lu Ji is also an old man who refuses to admit defeat. He takes this task and refuses to give up until it is completed.

Therefore, in order to transform Wen Jingshu's physique, Lu Ji took her to travel all over the world for six years, searching for rare medicinal materials and all kinds of weird folk remedies, and nicknamed it: to cure her dumb disease.

In fact, the mute disease is not a disease, but a poison.

For six years, Wen Jingshu has been taking poison and has been testing medicine for Lu Ji.

It is also sad to say.

Until she died, she might not have figured it out. For the past six years, everything she had done was to fight for her own future death, and she worked hard to grow herself into a living sacrificial object.

Six years later, Lu Ji's transformation of Wen Jingshu's physique was basically completed.

For verification, Lu Ji asked for the blood of Mo's daughter.

Originally, this was an extremely easy task, but Xiao Qian was reluctant to touch Mo Jiu, not even a drop of blood.

So, in desperation, Lu Ji told Wen Jingshu that after six years of research, he had found a prescription to treat her dumb disease, but one of the medicinal ingredients was the blood of the daughter of the Mo family.At the same time, Lu Ji hinted to her that Fang Jiran took all the six jade carvings of ladies that Xiao Qian and Mo Jiu worked so hard to collect to Lin'an. If she wanted Xiao Qian to be happy, she could take a detour and help him find the jade carvings of ladies.And Lu Ji also patted her chest and assured her that if he got back the lady jade carving, he would let Xiao Qian accept her as his concubine after he ascended the throne.

The pain of being unable to speak for six years has been tormenting Wen Jingshu.

For a mute, as long as there is hope to speak, she will do it no matter how difficult it is.

And in her opinion, it was much easier to attack Fang Jiran than to attack Mo Jiu.

In fact, although Wen Jingshu and Fang Jiran didn't have much contact, an enemy's enemy is a friend. She approached Shang Jiran, and it was easy to get on the line-she wanted to use Fang Jiran, and Fang Jiran Of course, she also wanted to use her status as Lu Ji's apprentice, as well as her knowledge of medical science, for her own use.

The two hit it off.

Wen Jingshu left Lu Ji, stayed with Fang Jiran for quite a long time, and even accompanied her to the Shenlongshan Old Tomb once, but Fang Jiran never really felt at ease with her, just before the fall of Lin'an City , Fang Jiran was about to go to Shenlong Mountain, so he locked Wen Jingshu in the basement of the Lenggong, and let her fend for herself-in the end, Wen Jingshu set fire to escape from the Lenggong, and after leaving the city, she notified Lu Ji that Fang Jiran and others went to Shenlong Mountain. Shan, and she has already obtained Fang Jiran's blood.

Later, Lu Ji saw Wen Jingshu in Jinyang Town under Shenlong Mountain, and instructed her to leave first——

"You girl, you just have a lot of eyes." Lu Ji said this to Mo Jiu, and she seemed to be stunned, with a blank face, and suddenly hummed triumphantly, "That day you eavesdropped outside my garden. , do you think my old man doesn't know? Hmph!"

Mo Jiu was taken aback.

So he knew all about it?
Seeing her appearance, Lu Ji rolled his eyes and smiled happily again.

"Tell me first, are you going to die of anger that day?"

"..." She was so angry that he was so happy.

"I don't know what's good!" Lu Ji stroked his beard, "What do you think I'm giving Wen Jingshu the medicine for?"

What is it for?Couldn't it be... let her have sex with Xiao Liulang?
Mo Jiu looked at her coldly, but he heard Lu Ji say, "You are a selfish little woman!" Lu Ji never listened to half a sentence of her evaluation, and after she finished speaking, he continued: "After Wen Jingshu got Fang Jiran's blood, I verified that the transformation was indeed successful. In order to appease her, I detoxified her from dumbness. At the same time, I started to test new drugs—"

Mo Jiu raised her eyebrows slightly, "What new medicine are you trying?"

Lu Ji seemed very angry at her slowness, blowing his beard and staring at her eyes, "What else, of course, is the medicine that you don't want to have children. Don't use her to try, use you to try? Only her physique and Like you, if you can cure her, of course you can be cured too."

"Ah!" Mo Jiu never expected this result.

Turning her head, she glanced at Xiao Qian's stern face, thinking of her misunderstanding of him and Lu Ji that day, she suddenly felt ashamed.

Xiao Liulang is like this, he never said it, but he did too much for her——

All the grievances and dissatisfaction disappeared, and she sighed, relieved.

"I'm narrow-minded, Rokuro, I'm sorry."

"And me? Don't you apologize?" Lu Ji raised his eyebrows dissatisfied.

"..." Mo Jiubai glanced at him, ignored him lazily, but led the little girl closer to Xiao Qian.

In the sacrificial hall, a cold wind swept over, and the jade on the altar was glowing blood-red, and everyone looked at the two of them.

"Ah Jiu..." Xiao Qian sighed slightly, clinging to her hand, wrapped her and the little girl's hand together, and said in a faint voice: "I came today to let you know that whether it is this country or this place, A thousand-character quotation, or anything else, is not as important as you and the little girl. For you, I can abandon it in this world, let alone a thousand-character quotation?"

"I..." Mo Jiu was slightly ashamed, "It's my fault."

"It's not your fault, it's just a demon."

"Heart demon?"

"Your demon, and—my demon."

There has been no reason to have a son, and she has doubts about herself, him, and their feelings. This is something that kills feelings. If you don't talk about it and let it develop, one day it may really destroy the relationship.What's more, she has a demon in her heart, and Xiao Qian has two demons in her heart.

"Ah Jiu, actually I—" In front of everyone, he suddenly lowered his eyelids, and sighed vaguely in an extremely small voice, "I'm just...jealous."

jealous?Thinking of his performance in those days, Mo Jiu couldn't help being a little dumbfounded.

Is there anyone who is jealous and so cold and indifferent?

This Xiao Liulang - even if he is jealous, he is different from ordinary people.

With a puff, Mo Jiu grabbed his hand funny, with a sour sweetness in his heart.

"I'm begging you. The dignified Emperor Da Di, how dare you say that you are jealous?"

"...The emperor is not a human being, can't be jealous?" Xiao Qian also laughed, rubbed her head, and sighed in relief, "It's all over. Fortunately, there is still time for everything."

She was still by his side, and he was still by her side.

As long as the two of you are together, no matter how hard you try, there is still time.

"Yes. It's still too late." Mo Jiu agreed lightly, thinking about the extradition of the soul with a thousand-character quotation, and couldn't help feeling cold in his heart.

If Xiao Qian hadn't brought Wen Jingshu to arrive just now, if she had really left this world... wouldn't her time-traveling story end in tragedy?
"Your Majesty, Master Jiu, you should take a look at Qianziyin, because Chixi's neck is about to break."

The sudden enchanting voice broke the world of the two of them, and also attracted laughter from everyone in the hall.

Chixi has already regained her daughter's body long ago, and she is already the mother of two children, but she still wears men's clothes, making herself look like a man or a woman. Misunderstanding, she not only did not explain, but also liked it very much. Whenever she quarreled with Chuang Bei, she would go to the palace to be a eunuch and serve Mo Jiu, making Chuang Bei so anxious that he could not laugh or cry.

"You're just in a hurry!" Chuang Bei scolded him, "Didn't you see that Your Majesty and Master Jiu are making out?"

"Is there still time to go back and make out? Are all the thousand-character quotes here? I've seen it several times, why can't I see anything?"

Amid the urging of everyone, Mo Jiu and Xiao Qian held hands, and finally walked to the jade altar, looking at the monster with the words "Thousand Characters" written on it.

There is no other writing on the ellipsoid, which looks like a mirror but not a mirror, and looks like a stone but not a stone.

What about a thousand words?Where?
Everyone gathered around and talked about it, but they didn't know what it meant.

Mo Jiu was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned around and called Cao Yuan, "Bring the knife—"

Without asking why, Cao Yuan handed over his waist knife.Mo Jiu took it, and suddenly withdrew her hand from Xiao Qian's palm, swung the knife and slid it, she made a "hiss", and the gurgling blood dripped down her fingertips like that...

One drop!
Two drops!

Three drops!

……

The blood slowly dripped on the ellipsoidal jade, and then slid down little by little.

Coincidentally, after "eating" blood, Yushi slowly revealed its original shape.

On one side is a stone with writing on it, and on the other side is a mirror that is as clean as new.

"It's really multi-functional, and it won't delay you." Mo Jiu joked with a smile, and went directly behind the jade to look at the words on it.

No more, no less, exactly a thousand words.

The words used in classical Chinese are extremely simple. Although a thousand characters are not many, they contain a lot of content.

To sum up, there are two main points.

First, for the sake of the common people in the world, the Mohism's mechanisms and weapon maps have been destroyed, so that future generations of disciples must not fight at will.As for the fact that there is no weapon map, why are the mechanisms for the Bagua Tomb and the Tiantai made so difficult? It is to punish greedy people.Desires must pay a price.

The second is a story related to Lishang.In addition to the story of the Ruan family winemaker and the Xiao family ancestors that Mo Jiu knew, there is another surprising supplementary discovery - it turns out that the reason why the Xiao family did not want their daughter to befriend the Ruan family winemaker was to develop the family power. Marrying her daughter into the Mohist family, who knows how to make tricks and weapons, and the ancestor of the Mohist family who built the gossip tomb and put it on the roof is actually the daughter of the Miss Xiao who married into the Mohist family after leaving the brewer.

In the thousand-character quotation without weapon map and mechanism technique, the most valuable thing is a formula.

Recipe for Xiao's Homemade Pear Blossom Drunk, and ideas on how to make pear wine——

According to the records in Qianziyin, when Miss Xiao and Ruan's brewer made the pear cup, they made a poisonous oath. decline.They believe that Lishang is the wine that they just made at the cost of dedicating their loyalty, love and soul to the god of wine.Therefore, later on, whether it was a coincidence or the fulfillment of the oath, after Miss Xiao married into the Mo family, she became increasingly haggard, prematurely decrepit, and only gave birth to one daughter in her life——

This daughter is the ancestor of the Mo family.

Later, when the ancestor was out for fun, he fell in love with a voodoo master in Miaojiang, but because he suddenly found out that he had inherited his mother's disease, he was terrified and did not dare to confess his feelings to the voodoo master, but turned back to Shenlong Mountain , sealed herself in the mountain, and never saw anyone again. She didn't know until the witch and Gu master found him that he also cared about her.Thinking about his own illness, in order to make him give up, the old ancestor went all out and married himself—on the same day he arrived at Shenlong Mountain.

Mo Jiu will know the later story, the witch Gu master returned to Miaojiang, raised cloud and rain Gu in anger...

"It's a really long story."

"Yes, what a coincidence..."

Coincidentally, all of them and everything are included in it.It's as if the various components belong to the same fate roulette, turning, turning, on different tracks, clearly have different stories, but a connected fate line is strung together.

"Hey!" Mo Jiu touched his face, "Ancestor, what should I do with my face and this Cloud and Rain Gu? You didn't say anything, do I have to worry about it all my life?"

"Naturally not." Xiao Qian suddenly embraced her, and when he looked down, his eyes were focused and fiery, "After so many years of research and going around, I recently discovered that, in fact, Lishang can control the blood in your body. The poison..."

"Ah!?" Mo Jiu was slightly lost.

This, this, this, the circle is really big.

Xiao Qian is a doctor, she firmly believes in his words, but since the poison in her blood has been controlled, why can't she give birth to a child like a normal person?

"Fool!" Xiao Qian took her hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it. After he lost his grievances, he became much gentler, "Trust me, we will have children again. Promise me, don't worry about these things again." Are you worried about things? You have a man, and the sky is falling, so your man should hold it up. I don’t allow you to think about it any more, or even—want to leave me. "

He said the last sentence very low and heavy, with a little coldness in his eyes.

It was as if, as if he knew the purpose of her coming to sacrifice to the roof.

Mo Jiu choked on the saliva and pursed her lips, "How...how did you know?"

Xiao Qian was dressed in a black robe, his face was as cold as cold water, but there was a narrow smile in his eyes.

"Has Ah Jiu even forgotten the cloud and rain Gu?"

Cloud Rain Gu?Mo Jiu pondered slightly.Yes, how long, how long has she not thought about the cloud and rain Gu, because her mind is too impetuous, worrying about the children all day long, so she has no way to perceive Xiao Qian's mind carefully... In other words, he cared about her time more than she cared about his time.Therefore, when she thinks about Song Xi, he will feel uncomfortable and jealous, and thus treat her indifferently, which causes mutual misunderstanding.

With a sigh, Mo Jiu nodded slightly.

"So, the cloud and rain Gu will accompany us for the rest of our lives?"

"Isn't it good?" Xiao Qian chuckled lightly.

"Okay?"

"Is it not good?"

"Okay?"

"it is good."

"it is good."

In the silence, the two looked at each other, as if they had suddenly bypassed a dark cloud, all the fog in front of them was pulled away, and finally saw the bright sunshine that belonged to each other.

"Father, mother!"

At this time, a string of silver bell-like laughter sounded, and they heard Xiao Zhi's milky voice.

"Come and see... this mirror is so fun..."

They didn't pay much attention to that mirror before, everyone gathered here to look at Qianziyin, and the little girl Xiao Zhi was naturally not interested in Qianziyin.She had never seen such a clean mirror surface, so she climbed up to the jade platform in a fit of playfulness, and gestured in front of the mirror. When she gestured like this, she also accidentally smeared Mo Jiu's blood on the altar.

So, she cried out as if she had discovered a new world.

"There is someone in the mirror...not our kind..."

"Ah! This, who is this person?"

"My God! What are these women wearing? I've never seen such horrible clothes..."

"Indecent, indecent!"

Amidst the exclamation of everyone, Mo Jiu turned to take a look and was shocked.

The mirror is like a display screen, reflecting the world that belongs to her.

……

……

The sky is like a dome, and cattle and sheep are everywhere.

The picture in the mirror is exactly Yinshan—no, it is the Yinshan imperial tomb under development.

Since archaeologists disappeared in the Yinshan Imperial Tomb one after another in the past few years, there has been an upsurge in the archaeological field to explore the secrets of the Yinshan Imperial Tomb. Many folk archaeological enthusiasts (tomb robbers) have also joined this team and flocked to Yinshan.It is reported that the imperial mausoleum found in Yinshan Mountain is the joint burial tomb of Xiao Qian, the great ancestor of the Di Dynasty, and Empress Yuanzhao. Therefore, in this magnificent archaeological movement, tourism in Yinshan Mountain has also ushered in a new era. starting point...

A continuous stream of people appeared on the screen.

Someone was pointing and pointing, talking about their doubts to the imperial mausoleum.

"I read in an unofficial history that Empress Yuanzhao was frivolous and lustful. In fact, she didn't have any skills. It was just a beautiful word throughout her life. But a man, it depends on his face. Even if she marries one and dies the other, there are still people who will come forward for her." Go to the follow-up, rush to die..."

It is of course a woman who says this.

Only women have ever looked down on women.

Mo Jiu smiled, and the image on the mirror changed again.

It was a young couple traveling together. In order to show his knowledgeable talents in front of the girl, the man was talking eloquently: "Actually, there is a little-known history in the Dadi dynasty. In that dynasty, Xinglong Mountain in Jinzhou once created After a glorious civilization, they not only had the agricultural tools that passed before, but also industrial mechanization that only later generations had. That is to say, as early as hundreds of years ago, our ancestors had mastered the same science and technology as us , This is very strange and cannot be explained by science, so there is almost no record in official history."

"Xinglong Mountain, isn't it just a mountain?"

"Yes, then it was just a mountain, a tourist attraction."

"Then why did Xinglong Mountain have such an advanced civilization, but it didn't continue, and even disappeared in the long river of history very quickly?"

"This one……"

The young man pushed his glasses, and was thinking about how to answer his girlfriend's tricky question, when a strange person suddenly appeared beside him.Wearing a big hat and big black glasses, he was hunched over, leaning on a cane in his hand, carrying a big black bag, glanced at them, and answered the girl's words out of the blue.

"Because he died later, and she died too."

he she?The two young men and women had no idea what he was talking about.

"Dead, all dead."

Hearing that the weird man was still muttering, the two looked at each other, the man quickly embraced his girlfriend, turned around and left quickly.

"Looks like a madman."

"Yeah, he's not a normal person at first glance. On a cloudy day, what kind of sunglasses do you wear? It doesn't matter if you wear sunglasses, and you even have a cane. You look like you're in your seventies...Nervous..."

Listening to the discussion of the two young people, a smile appeared on the corners of "Madman"'s lips, and he continued to walk forward on crutches.

He's certainly not crazy.

He wears a hat because his head is hairless and full of hideous scars.

He wears dark glasses because he's nearly blind, has very little vision, and his eyes are ugly enough to be scary.

He is on crutches because his legs and feet are inconvenient and it is difficult to walk.

And these are all because of a sudden fire a few years ago.

After the fire, he has been in a coma, and the doctors and his family have given up on him, but he suddenly woke up a year ago——

Carrying that big black bag, he trudged step by step, and finally got close to the Yinshan Imperial Mausoleum, and found a deserted hillside. He walked into the valley by himself, sat down slowly, and The crutches were placed flat on the ground, and then squatted down, groping for the mountain wall with their hands, muttering to themselves.

"I remember the entrance to the cave, it's here..."

The mountain wind whizzed by, and of course no one would answer him.

After groping for a while, he sighed helplessly, as if he had given up.

"Just here, anyway, where you sacrifice to you, you don't care..."

As he spoke, he opened the pocket he brought and took out pieces of sacrificial items from it.

A pot of wine, a few side dishes, and a big bag of paper money.

"I brought the sweet-scented osmanthus meat that you like to eat. I can't drink it anymore. You will just drink a little of this. You used to like it."

He arranged all the sacrifices, straightened out the paper money one by one, and stacked them, and then took out the lighter and lit it...

When the flames burst into flames, he was startled reflexively.

Then he laughed to himself, "It's true that once bitten by a snake, I'm afraid of well ropes for ten years. Don't laugh at me—"

The bright red flames reddened his face, reflected on his sunglasses, with a strange color, even though he was smiling all over his face, he couldn't erase the kind of smile that came from time and history. A heavy sense of pathos.As if he didn't belong to this era at all, and didn't belong to these groups of people.But he knew that no one would understand his thoughts, and those who understood were buried with another man in this mausoleum.

He was talking and laughing all the time.

Walking on both sides of history, stepping through the vicissitudes of hundreds of years, and reading too many stories, he can't bear it.

"Jiu'er, are you okay? I just came to see you now, will you be angry? I was going to come a year ago, but my body is not up to date, and I can't get up... If not, even It’s climbing, and I’m going to climb too.”

No one would answer, and there was no sound around.

The whole world seemed to be sleeping.The flying paper money was sent into the sky by Changfei, and then fell leisurely...

This Yinshan Imperial Mausoleum is as quiet as a solitary tomb on the rings of time.

"Jiu'er, do you still remember our chrysanthemum terrace? I went to see it a few days ago. The small bluestone bridge was covered with moss. There were farmers who opened up those barren fields and planted some Shallots and cabbage, green and oily, are very beautiful. On the edge of the small river at the entrance, there are many unknown small flowers, which are not enchanting, but have an indescribable charm and beauty. When I went, there were children naked Fishing for small fishes in small ditches, each of them was very proud, and one naughty one even threw stones at me... Hehe, before, I would have beaten them. But why, I think all of this is like that It’s so beautiful that you can’t bear to destroy it?!”

Paper money was burning one after another, and he thought about it with a smile.

When he was a child, he couldn't understand the words spoken by adults while offering sacrifices to their deceased relatives.

What is the use of talking to a dead man like this?The dead cannot hear again.

But when he burned the paper money himself, offering sacrifices to a person who lived in his heart, he suddenly understood.

It is true that paper money cannot connect the two worlds of yin and yang, but it can lead to people's hearts.

It was a big dream, and for hundreds of years, he had no one to sue.

Only her, he only has her.

The wind blew slowly, and the paper money that had been burned like a black butterfly was swept high into the sky.

He raised his head, looked at the sky that seemed to have never changed for thousands of years, and sighed faintly.

"Originally, I wanted to take you back to have a look, look at the bluestone road, look at the small river in front of the door, look at the chrysanthemums after the fire, look at the stone platform that we like to draw the blueprints of the mechanism... But after all, you won't come back. As I said before, as long as it's what you want, I can give it. I did it, but my heart—"

Suddenly he covered his chest and said in a hoarse voice, "My heart, why does it hurt so much?"

That day, she asked him who he was.

Yes, he knew who he was, but he'd rather she didn't know who he was.

Since the fire that changed their fate, he and she can't go back.

He couldn't change it, and he didn't try to change it anymore.

Giving up on her is also giving up on myself.

For the rest of his long, lonely life, only he knew.

Once he had a girlfriend who loved each other very much, named Mo Jiu.

They are both descendants of the fifth generation, and they share the art of mechanisms. For quite a long period of time, they have been inseparable from each other...

"Some stories, just let them fade into your memory..."

Throwing the last piece of paper money into the fire, in an instant, countless sparks were splashed.

Sparks were flying, flying in mid-air, covering his crooked figure——

The picture in the mirror also freezes at this moment.

Before offering sacrifices to the rooftop, Mo Jiu had already burst into tears.

"Mom, why are you crying?"

"Because, mother is happy."

"Happy, what is mother happy about?"

"Because, one of Mother's friends, he finally found himself."

"But why is mother crying when she is happy?"

"Because your mother's friend...she's never seen again."

This time the person who answered was Xiao Qian, not Mo Jiu.After he finished speaking, he rubbed the little girl's head, and handed another handkerchief to Mo Jiu, without persuading her.

"Why can't I see it? Dad, why don't we just move this mirror home?"

Children's minds are always pure to the extreme. They don't understand why there are so many troubles in the world, and why adults never speak literally.Only when they grow up slowly and experience the ups and downs of life, will they know that human life is such an elusive taste.

"Rokuro..."

Mo Jiu couldn't help crying, but he didn't want to make Xiao Qian unhappy.

After all, it is not an entirely honorable act to shed tears in front of a man for another man.

Moreover, everything everyone saw in the picture seems to need her to give a reasonable explanation?

The two looked at each other quietly.

Suddenly, it was silent like that.

After a long time, Xiao Qian sighed suddenly, stretched out his arms to wrap her tightly around her, and put her body completely in front of his chest.

"Ah Jiu, you don't need to say anything. I understand everything."

"Thank you! Liulang, thank you." With a little smile, Mo Jiu wrapped his arms around his waist, leaned his head on it, and closed his eyes tightly.

The wind is calm and the people stop.

The words "Qianziyin" are still there, but the mirror surface on the jade altar has disappeared.

Everything is as if it never happened.

Death is like a lamp being extinguished, after a few years——

Who will remember that someone once smiled like a flower, holding a glass of pears and talking at night?
Who will remember that someone once raised the whip and rode the horse to wash away the vicissitudes and crown the capital?
Who will remember that someone once lowered his eyebrows and let go, exiled love to the end of the world?
Inside the hall, the desolation is like water.

There seemed to be someone sighing softly next to Mo Jiu's ear.

"You come, I'm here. Whether you come or not, I'm prepared. I think you will come one day."

(End of the book)

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　The text part is over.

　　However, there will be extra episodes in the next year.

　　The update time of the extra episode is not fixed, you can keep it and watch it, it doesn’t matter if you don’t want to read the extra episode, see you in the next book.

　　Regarding "The Lonely King and Widow" and Liujiu, I actually feel ashamed.Because in the process of creating this story, I also experienced some joys and sorrows in my life, and saw some ugliness in human nature that I thought only existed in novels.Of course, more kindness has also been harvested.But people are emotional animals, my writing state has been affected a bit, and I can’t bear to look back on some of them, but you have shown me understanding with great tolerance, so that no matter what I have experienced, I can have a new type. The courage of words, and the ability to face all gains and losses calmly.

　　Thank you!

　　The warmth you give, I only hope that I can repay it in words, wind and rain go hand in hand, one journey after another.

　　Yes, this journey, goodbye for now.

　　We'll meet again at the next intersection.

　　When the Spring Festival is approaching, Si Jin bows at ninety degrees here.

　　Happy New Year to you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)