cut love silk

Chapter 87

Chapter 70 Chapter 64

After Xie Qianlian finished speaking, his face was swollen and flushed. He felt that he had never studied before. It was really rare to be able to say such a thing. He said so much in one breath because he was really suffocated in the past few months, and he saw Li Zihe's attitude. The appearance of walking, extremely angry.

Li Zihe was stunned, his eyes were red and red, his face was pale, he didn't say a word, he got up with his body, wiped his eyes without a trace, patted the dust on his body, walked back to the table, put away the bowls and chopsticks He said lightly: "You kill me, I won't leave."

"I've never seen such a shameless woman like you. Do you want to pester her to the end?" Seeing that Li Zihe didn't have the slightest fear, let alone the intention of leaving, Xie Qianlian glared, drew out a big knife and slashed at the square table.

The wooden table was cut in half in the blink of an eye, and the dishes on the table fell to the ground and were completely broken. Li Zihe froze, his hand holding the chopsticks was almost bloodless due to too much force, gradually trembling, and finally shook the chopsticks violently On the ground, he tried his best to suppress his voice and growled: "This is between me and him, what has it to do with you?"

"He is my nephew!"

"That's why he asked you to drive me away?"

Xie Qianlian choked, looking into Li Zihe's cold eyes, he couldn't say a word, Li Zihe bent over to clean up the fallen table, not wanting the house to be too messy, all these years, only here, for her" "Home" feeling, even though it's only seven days...

"You can leave if you want me to. I will explain some things to Shen Mo. If he lets me go at that time, I will not hesitate." Li Zihe said slowly while tidying up.

Confessing about Ji Li's identity, she became timid and cowardly, and every time the words came to her lips, she couldn't vomit out when she saw the gentle smile in Shen Mo's eyes. She comforted herself and enjoyed the hard-won tenderness Forget the hatred, forget the identity and really think of yourself as an ordinary peasant woman, live a few days with peace of mind, and when you confess, no matter how Shen Mo treats her, at least these few days will be happy.

Now Xie Qianlian came to remind her that this day is over.

"Don't go?" Xie Qianlian tightened his hand holding the knife, knit his brows together, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said angrily: "I don't have so much free time to talk nonsense with you! As a harem concubine, you take your little Mo Even if he seeks his own death! I can't tolerate you blocking his great future! If I don't kill you this time, I won't have another chance in the future!"

While speaking, the big knife slashed at Li Zihe unceremoniously. Li Zihe's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he took half of the wooden table at hand to block the knife. Xie Qianlian was full of brute force. Shout out: "Shen Mo!"

Xie Qianlian paused, turned to look at the door, Li Zihe took the opportunity to throw down the wooden table and ran to the door, quickly opened the door with both hands, the cold wind accompanied by snowflakes came oncoming, followed by a pain in the back, obviously aware of the flesh and blood It was torn apart from top to bottom, and he wanted to take a step to escape, but he couldn't exert any more strength on his feet, and he couldn't even support his body anymore, and he fell straight forward.

Unexpected cold pain, the tip of the nose suddenly filled with the smell of medicine, his hands were supported, his head was buried in his thick chest, Li Zihe's beating heart seemed to be stroked by someone, calmed down, the tip of his nose was sour, and he was tightly pulled The man stayed there, and whispered, "Shen Mo...you're back..."

Before he finished speaking, he was already hugged, and the pain on his back spread, almost twisting every nerve of Li Zihe, spreading to every corner, and he gritted his teeth to hold back, but it became more and more severe.

The originally warm chest suddenly froze, and there was a chill. Li Zihe panicked inexplicably for a moment, and quickly raised his eyes, and saw Shen Mo staring at the room, his expression was colder than ice and snow, and his black eyes were full of suppressed murderous intent.

"Little Mo, you...you..."

The big knife in Xie Qianlian's hand fell to the ground with a bang, and the blade was stained bright red.

Shen Mo carried Li Zihe into the house, and when he walked past Xie Qianlian, he hooked his left leg, and the knife that had just landed took some force, crossed the threshold, and fell outside the door with another sound.

Xie Qianlian's face was a bit ugly, seeing that the murderous aura all over Shen Mo's body had faded, she didn't even look at herself, she glanced at the knife that had been with her for many years, stepped across the threshold, and picked up the knife.

The door seemed to be conscious, he stepped out with his front foot, and the back foot slammed shut.

Xie Qianlian trembled all over, not daring to force his way in, picked up the knife and slapped the door loudly, "Xiao Mo, Xiao Mo, what do you mean? Do you want me to spend the night outside the house?"

There was no sound in the house, Xie Qianlian looked around, it was pitch black, shivered, continued to knock on the door and said: "That woman Xiaomo can't stay! Which family is she from Ji's family? She knows that Xie's family has a part in ruining her family. , and pretended not to care, intending to use you! She is still taking Li Concubine, maybe she is innocent..."

"If you weren't my uncle, you would have lost all your bones."

The cold words that suddenly floated out were not loud, but clear. Xie Qianlian stood there dumbfounded as if pinned by an ice pick, without saying a word.

The stove was lit in the house, but it didn't have much effect. The cold wind poured in from the gaps in the doors and windows from time to time. Li Zihe's back was split from top to bottom by Xie Qianlian's big knife. From the shoulder blade to the waist, there was a slanted wound that looked like a hideous laugh. , Laughing bloody and bloody, Li Zihe only felt a little blurred, the biting cold on his body had already covered up the pain, and he held on to Shen Mo's sleeves for fear of losing the last warmth.

Li Zihe was lying on the bed, and Shen Mo tore off the clothes on her back with one hand. He suddenly remembered the night before entering the palace. He thought that he would never let her suffer or be wronged again, but now, she is because of him, twice. They almost lost their lives. Thinking of this, Shen Mo's eyes sank, and the suppressed murderous aura throbbed faintly. Finally, he closed his eyes, opened them again, and it was clear again. He cleaned the wound and applied medicine for Li Zihe.

Li Zihe didn't know whether it was cold or in pain, his body was trembling uncontrollably, and his teeth were moving up and down. Shen Mo held her hand and lost some internal strength to make her more stable. He carefully covered her with a quilt, and was about to leave , her hand was held by her, with a little force, but she couldn't pull it away, so she only said, "I'll get some medicine when I go out, it's just to stop the bleeding and pain..."

"Shen Mo, don't... don't go..." Li Zihe opened his eyes slightly, his eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand catties, his body that had been chilled just now gradually heated up, and his head became more and more dizzy from the heat. Exhaling with all his strength, he said, "Shen Mo, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

I made a wrong choice nine years ago, killed your parents, left you alone, I... I'm sorry...

Shen Mo frowned, sat down by the bed, held Li Zihe's hand instead, and said softly: "Don't listen to uncle's nonsense, between you and me, no one is sorry for anyone, just blindly take the responsibility on yourself , not necessary."

"Shen Mo, I...Ji Li...I am..." Li Zihe breathed out again, holding back the pain in his back, but choked up in the middle of speaking.

Shen Mo's black eyes seemed to be filled with a layer of thick fog, chaotic, but clean, but a little gloomy. He supported Li Zihe who was about to get up, let her lie on his knees, closed the quilt, and gently stroked her with one hand. Putting on her long hair, combing it deeply and shallowly, took Li Zihe's words, and said lightly: "You still want to ask me if I hate Ji's family? Do you hate Ji Li?"

The corners of Li Zihe's eyes were wet, he closed his eyes and nodded.

"Hate." Shen Mo's thin lips parted slightly, and he spit out the word, and the cold room could not even hear breathing for a moment.

Li Zihe's heart seemed to be torn by a silk thread, he pulled it out little by little, brushed every corner little by little, pulled back and forth, and finally was touched by the word "hate" to the softest corner, and stabbed hard like a long sword into his heart, He saw red eyes, dripping with blood.

Shen Mo sighed softly, stroked Li Zihe's face with one hand, and wiped towards the corner of his eyes, Li Zihe turned his head slightly, and then dodged it.

"I'm not a saint." Shen Mo lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes covering his thoughts like a fan, and continued: "Some people say that I am indifferent by nature, but I just have a little less emotion than ordinary people. I really hated my parents for killing my parents because of my marriage with Ji Li."

Li Zihe lay on Shen Mo's knees, the warmth from his hands gradually spread all over his body, he stopped trembling, stopped the pain, the sound was like a beautiful movement, reaching his ears bit by bit, flat and waveless, but there was no reason to urge it out. Her tears were full of Shen Mo, who was dressed in mourning and looked sad.

"At that time, I summoned the Anbu and placed them in the army. Dad has always won the spirit of the army. Everyone saw that I had a plan and was ready to go." Shen Mo said slowly, still smoothing Li Zihe's long hair with one hand It was an event that affected his life nine years ago, but it was so indifferent: "Originally, there was no garrison on the southwest border. At that time, the late emperor noticed my actions, and he didn't want to tear his face. He was afraid that I would really rebel, so he sent a garrison. , Said to guard the border. I have all kinds of poisonous weeds and sorcery in the southwest, and it is really easy to control them. At the critical moment, my mother fell ill."

"Before she kept persuading me not to be impulsive. I didn't listen. When she got sick, I panicked. I am proficient in medicine and poison, but I can't do anything about heart disease. I watched her body get worse day by day. Before she died, she Give me a medical book and let me study it for three years, and after three years, if I still want to take revenge, she will support my decision under Jiuquan."

"After that... you arrived at Yunlian Mountain?" Li Zihe listened intently to Shen Mo's words, no matter whether it was cold or painful, he seemed to have gone away suddenly.

Shen Mo nodded slightly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the eyes lit up with dots of light, which were scattered in an instant as if they were shattered, and continued to speak slowly: "I met Yin'er on the road, and she followed me for a long time. , I took her to Yunlian Mountain."

"Then, what about three years later?" Li Zihe's voice was small and slight, a little afraid of Shen Mo's answer, but also somewhat looking forward to it.

"Three years later..." Shen Mo smiled slightly, his gentle smile was mixed with broken springtime, with a hint of desolation: "After three years, I won't hate any more."

"why?"

The three words were asked without going through the brain, Li Zihe turned his head to look up at Shen Mo, and happened to meet his gaze, fresh as green shoots in spring, sweeping down with a unique softness, still chuckling, asking Said: "Let me ask you, what is the best antidote for snake venom?"

"Snake gallbladder, some are snake skin, some drink snake blood."

"What's the antidote for Su Ronghua?"

"Sugar petals."

"The antidote for the blue flower?"

"If you water the antidote with clear water, it will turn into leaves; if you water it with fresh blood, it will be the blood of a woman who grows flowers..."

Li Zihe frowned lightly. He didn't know whether it was the medicine that had an effect, or the reason why Shen Mo transmitted his internal force. The pain on his back was almost gone. He answered Shen Mo's questions one by one with concentration. The question meant something, but he couldn't think of his purpose for a while, so he simply asked: "What does this have to do with whether you have hatred or not?"

Shen Mo smiled calmly, rubbed Li Zihe's head, his voice was soft, floating in the room, making people feel warmer than a lit stove: "I have read a lot of medical books since I was a child, but I only saw the surface. I didn’t see the essence. In those three years, I stared at the only one day and night, watching Su Rong’s flowers bloom and fail, and I finally understood...”

Shen Mo stopped talking, Li Zihe looked up, puzzled and said: "What do you understand?"

Shen Mo looked at Shang Li Zihe's eyes, with mist floating in his eyes, layer after layer, and a chuckle emerged through the mist: "Everything has a cause and effect, and the right medicine needs to be prescribed to the disease, and the crux can be cured, and one thing can overcome one thing. The same is true for detoxification, no matter how severe the poison is, there must be a way to detoxify it, but the most important part of the antidote is usually on the poison. In this way, do you understand better?"

Li Zihe heard it ignorantly, opened his eyes blankly, and shook his head.

"The so-called love and hate are only in one thought. It is poison or antidote. It is a whole in itself. If there is no poison, how can we solve it? If there is no love, how can we hate?" Shen Mo lowered his eyes and said in relief: I asked the late emperor to marry me, so I should bear the final result. If I am not happy, I will attribute it to myself, and if I am sad, I will blame others. In the end, if I hadn’t asked for the order, it would not have caused a catastrophe for Xie’s family. The cause of the matter has always been in my I am neither Ji's family nor Ji Li."

Li Zihe blinked, looking at the flickering candles in the room, speechless.

Shen Mo patted her head again, helped her down her knees, let her lie on the pillow, just about to get up, but Li Zihe held her back: "Wait a minute."

"What?" Shen Mofu sat back again.

Li Zihe turned his head to look at him, and said softly, "Is your mother... surnamed Shen?"

"Ah."

"Biluo Palace was built for her by the late emperor, right?" Li Zihe asked with a distracted gaze. Such a woman with thoughts beyond the dust must have been a peerless youth back then. Which man would not be tempted?There is a word "Shen" in the painting in the palace, the kindness of the late emperor to King Pingxi, the love for Shen Mo...

Shen Mo chuckled: "You're smart again?" Without waiting for Li Zihe to open his mouth, he continued, "I don't know whether the palace was built by my mother. I don't know what their entanglement is. After choosing the throne, mother and father left Yundu and returned to the southwest without ever setting foot in Yundu again."

"She... is such a strange woman..." Li Zihe murmured, she didn't think she had the broad-mindedness and insight, and she seemed to understand the truths Shen Mo said, she knew that revenge would be of no benefit to her, but here In the past six years, I have never been able to really convince myself to give up my hatred.

She was willing to let go for Yao'er, willing to let go for one by one, but she was not like Shen Mo who was willing to smooth out the hatred and gain peace from the bottom of her heart.

"I'll go out first, otherwise the wound will hurt again once the medicine wears off, and it's easy to open." Shen Mo finally pulled away the hand held by Li Zihe, squatted down, and left a kiss on the corner of Li Zihe's eyes , softly said: "Yun Jinyan's pursuers all go to the southwest direction, and after a few days they will find nothing and they will retreat. By then, your wound will heal a lot, and we will go back to the southwest."

"En." Li Zihe responded lightly, and said again: "My lord..."

Shen Mo's complexion darkened, and he said with a little displeasure, "Leave early."

After speaking, he took the cloak and went out wearing a bamboo hat.

Li Zihe was lying on the bed, the pain on his back gradually came back, and he still felt a little wet, as if he was bleeding again. He closed his eyes and didn't think about the wound, whether it was on his body or in his heart. He just thought about Shen Mo's treatment of her. the words said.

If there is no love, how can there be hatred?
Before he fell into meditation, he suddenly heard the sound of breaking through the sky, and there was a muffled sound beside the bed. He opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a long arrow shot at the side of the bed, with a package hanging from the end of the arrow, and the slightly folded paper fell down. The black ink smeared out faintly, Li Zihe felt dizzy for a while, closed his eyes, but the word "Li" lingered in front of his eyes.

(End of this chapter)