After the first fool

Chapter 162
Mo Qing stared dumbfounded at Mo Xiaoran who was grabbing the hem of his shirt. She skillfully swung the dagger, and with two swipes, she removed the hemp rope from his body.

Those bright almond eyes, that little face slightly tensed due to nervousness, this is his daughter...

"Let's go." Mo Xiaoran grabbed the thin prison clothes on his body with one hand, and tightly held the hemp rope with the other hand. She was about to run, and leaped up the mountain in one breath. Where there was her tied horse, as long as it was safe, they would go up. I can be safe.

It seems that there is always hope in the sky, so when Mo Xiaoran stepped back a few meters and was about to run wildly and use the sliding principle to speed up, there was a sound of piercing the air behind her, she pushed Mo Qing away, her body was ninety degrees Turning around, he clenched the dagger with his backhand and stabbed in the air. At the same time, he bent his waist backwards, and a long knife flew across her face, cutting off a few strands of her flying hair.

Mo Xiaoran was horrified, looking at the falling hair, she breathed a sigh of relief.

so close!

If she got any closer, half of her head would have been chopped off. With her palms on the ground, she performed a few magnificent backflips and retreated to Xingtai. Surrounded by dense crowds of guards and soldiers, waving swords in their hands, Surrounding her layer upon layer, Mo Qing, who was pushed away by Mo Xiaoran in a hurry, was also grabbed by the servant of the Ministry of Justice, obviously there was no hope of escape.

She frowned suddenly, her cold eyes slowly swept around, and she hummed softly: "Group attack?"

The left hand directly untied the hemp rope around the waist, since he couldn't escape, let's fight!

"Wait!" Seeing that Mo Xiaoran was surrounded, Mo Qing hurriedly exclaimed, fearing that her life would be in danger, the undisguised worry in her words was so thick that it made one's heart startled, Mo Xiaoran frowned slightly, and her eyes quickly There is a trace of complexity, why is Mo Qing looking at her eyes full of love and worry at this moment?
It's just like……

It's like a father looking at his beloved daughter.

What a joke!Clenching her five fingers together, her eyes were completely cold, she tore off the corner of the clothes, tore off a piece of rag, tied the dagger with her palm, bit one end of the rag with her teeth, and then pulled it tightly.

"You are..." The servant of the criminal department felt that the person in front of him was inexplicably familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before, but where was he?
"It doesn't matter who I am," Mo Xiaoran's eyes were only clear, she said each word slowly, with a trace of determination in her brows, her eyes glanced at the positions where Mo Qing and the Minister of Justice were standing from time to time, calculating How to break out of the encirclement as quickly as possible, and then fight a bloody path.

Agitated by her yin and yang words, the eyes of the Minister of Criminal Affairs also slowly sank a little. When he looked at Mo Xiaoran, it was like looking at a dead person, without any warmth.

"Stop it." Mo Qing saw that the guards regarded Mo Xiaoran as an enemy, those cold swords seemed to fall on her at any moment, her heart tightened, and she shouted loudly.

Everyone's eyes fell on him, why did the prime minister stop him?What is the relationship between him and this person?
"Don't listen to him." The servant of the criminal department narrowed his eyes dangerously, and directly issued an order: "Catch this thief who is trying to rob the execution ground, and I don't care whether he lives or dies."

As soon as the words fell, everyone roared excitedly. The roaring sound poured into Mo Xiaoran's ears like mountains and seas, making her ears numb and her eyes cold. She tightened the dagger in her hand, and Mo Xiaoran planned to Preemptive strike!

Directly rushed into the group of guards, put away the knife, and the exquisite melee combat caused many people to fall into the eyes. They saw her like a loach, scurrying left and right in the crowd, using cleverness, not arrogance , Leveraging strength to fight, for a while, many guards bumped into their own people because they wanted to grab the lead.

"This..." The servant of the Ministry of Justice watched helplessly as the soldiers were thrown, kicked, and even stabbed from the battle circle. His face was so gloomy that water could be squeezed out. He narrowed his eyes dangerously, and held his left hand high. Get up, signal to the soldiers standing on the other side behind you, and rush forward at the same time, make sure to capture this guy who dared to make a scene in the execution ground alive!

Mo Xiaoran grabbed the arm of the person next to her with her backhand and threw him straight over the shoulder into the crowd without even looking at him. Immediately, there were screams and muffled groans one after another, and the sweat on her face was beaded. Big, falling down desperately, every time he punches, the wind of punching has a domineering aura, but after all, it's a woman, and it's a sea of ​​people tactics, Mo Xiaoran only persisted for less than a stick of incense , already out of breath, at this moment, she was only less than two meters away from Xingtai where Mo Qing was standing.

Sweat wet her eyes, blurring her vision, she blinked hard, trying to see clearly, the air in her lungs seemed to be frozen, her hands rested on her knees, panting heavily, her immature face, It was all white.

The panting like a wild animal seemed to be magnified in the entire execution ground.

Her legs were as heavy as a thousand catties, and she couldn't lift them up at all. She struggled to breathe, and tried to walk forward with difficulty.

As she said, taking over this body, she will also shoulder the responsibilities that belong to her.

"Enough." Mo Qing covered his face, crystal drops of water fell from between his fingers, and his tone was a little choked up.

He cried?
"You have done well enough." This was the first time in memory that Mo Qing praised her, Mo Xiaoran frowned tightly, and in her blurry vision was Mo Qing being held up by the servant of the Ministry of Punishment.

to save him...

to save him...

With almost exhausted physical strength, only one thought supported Mo Xiaoran. Every step she took was extremely slow, as if she was stepping on the tip of a knife. He's gone, can't watch him die here.

"Enough is enough, enough is enough!" Mo Qing's face suddenly turned grim, his body struggled desperately, and he broke free from the hands of the minister of punishment, he let go, ran to the edge of Xingtai, knelt on the ground with a thud, Looking at Mo Xiaoran obsessively, at her pale face due to fatigue, at the corners of her mouth trembling slightly, at her eyes that could only be opened and closed due to sweat, her heart felt as if someone had stabbed her with a knife. cutting.

His body was trembling unceasingly, like a sieve, his eyes were covered with mist, and he didn't dare to blink. He stared at Mo Xiaoran in front of him intently. For the first time, he was so serious. looking at her. "My daughter..."

An extremely painful wail spit out from his mouth, the voice trembling violently.

Mo Xiaoran's eyes were wide open, and she looked at the prime minister with a painful expression in front of her in astonishment. Didn't he hate her?Haven't you always ignored her?Don't you wish you had never had a daughter like her?
So why...

Why is he looking at himself so sadly now?

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The prime minister raised his hand, and slowly touched Mo Xiaoran's cheek. Her eyes trembled slightly, and a trace of astonishment flashed across her face. She moved her head slightly, as if to avoid him Tears flowed into the corners of his chapped mouth, and his arms suddenly stopped in mid-air.

"It's my fault..." He murmured, the shattered despair in his eyes made people's hearts throbbing. When he looked at Mo Xiaoran, his eyes were more pleading and apologetic, "Daughter , Ran'er."

This was the name he had personally chosen for her, but he had never called her that.

"Why are you so stupid? Why did you come here?" He choked up and asked, seemingly puzzled and in pain.

"You are my father." Mo Xiaoran frowned slightly, her body shook slightly, she was almost unable to hold on anymore, her waist was forced to half-bend, and her hands supported her knees, only in this way could she not Fell to the ground in embarrassment.

"I'm your father..." Mo Qing murmured softly, and then, as if he had figured out something, he raised his head to the sky and screamed. The laughter was mixed with craziness, awakening, and regret. The servant waved his hand to stop the soldiers who were about to capture Mo Xiaoran in one fell swoop, and watched the scene in front of him with great interest.

"Daughter? Father? Master, I remember the daughters in your mansion. They are fifteen or sixteen years old. There seem to be only two of them." A girl in the execution ground, a girl who dared to kill a bloody path among countless enemies single-handedly.

Is it the eldest lady, Mo Qiuyu, or the current empress, Mo Xiaoran?

Mo Qing trembled slightly, and then remembered that she was no longer a fool in the manor, no longer his daughter, she was Dong Yao's queen!His eyes trembled slightly, and he suddenly pushed Mo Xiaoran violently. She was already at the end of her strength and couldn't hold it anymore, so she fell to the ground in embarrassment. Supporting her shoulder blades, Mo Xiaoran raised her head with difficulty, her shoulder blades hurt like tearing, she looked at Mo Qing in disbelief, and slowly asked word by word: "Why?"

Why do you do this?

Mo Qing wiped the tears from his face, stood up abruptly, his majesty and aura of a long-standing high position was undoubtedly revealed, he looked at the servant of the Ministry of punishment seriously: "let her go! If the truth does not return, let her go!"

The servant of the punishment department was slightly taken aback, and pointed to Mo Xiaoran who was on the ground with an unbelievable expression on his face, "Master, you must not have forgotten how many soldiers this woman injured just now. This death deserves it.”

A flash of determination flashed in Mo Qing's eyes, and he turned his head to look at Mo Xiaoran who was on the ground. Then, he knelt down in front of the servant of the Ministry of Punishment with a thump, his back was bent, and he kowtowed heavily to him slowly.

There was a cold hiss among the soldiers, and they all looked at the majestic prime minister of a country in astonishment, kneeling in front of a third-rank official, like a wolf whose pride had been shaved off, with a desolate body, begging for mercy at the person in front of him .

"The truth knows that the truth and the Ministry of punishment have been in conflict these past few years, and they have done a lot of stupid things," Mo Qing said in a low voice, with a trace of pleading in his eyes, "now I am no longer the prime minister, but She's a prisoner dying, and I just beg you, please let her go, let her go."

why?
Mo Xiaoran was lying on the ground like a lightning strike. Even if she was forcibly pushed down, she didn't seem to feel the pain anymore. She looked complicatedly at Mo Qing, who was kneeling on Xingtai with her back facing her, full of doubts.

"Why?" She opened her mouth slowly, and then clenched her five fingers tightly, without even noticing that her nails had sunk into her palm, "Don't you hate me? Why are you kneeling down for me now?"

Those were the voices of two people, the obsession left behind by the once foolish Mo Xiaoran.

It was Mo Xiaoran who was deeply troubled by doubts.

Don't you hate her?Don't you wish she never showed up?
So what does this scene represent now!

(End of this chapter)