Bypassing the twists and turns of the familiar path, a quiet courtyard in front of you is the small building of the dome where Mo Beichen has lived for several years. It is surrounded by bamboo bushes, and there is a small pavilion next to it, surrounded by a pool of turquoise water, which is as bright as jade in the starlight. Walking along the wooden stack through the small pavilion, the front is a small two-story building made of bamboo. Under the hazy moonlight, the small bamboo building seems to float on a pool of blue waves, swaying gently with the wind.

Compared to the similar bamboo house in Shenyanfang, this place is obviously more beautiful. In the pool water, the same fragrant lotus flowers stand tall, and the same is the soft light of the sarong on the lotus platform in the pool.

After taking two steps, Mo Beichen's steps were no longer as stiff and astringent as just now. At this time, his body was like a cloud, stepping on it, without making a sound, as if he was floating in the fairy. The lights in the bamboo building were bright, and Mo Beichen could clearly hear the light sound inside in his ears.

With a hint of an indifferent smile, Mo Beichen's eyes were full of joy, and this place remained the same. Walking quickly into the door of the bamboo building, gently pushing it open, there was a slight movement, and the eyes of the person in the room were attracted.

"You ......"

The face of the unforgiving, still dressed in dark colors, was full of surprise, but it quickly turned into joy. I haven't seen him for three years, and although his appearance has changed a lot, Wu Xian can still recognize him from that familiar look.

Mo Beichen opened his arms, stepped forward, wrapped his arms around Wu Xian, whose body was already stiffened, and said with a chuckle: "I haven't seen you for three years, but I am much more handsome." ”

Wu Xian's slightly open mouth twitched, and he continued to stiffen.

Although the appearance and voice have changed a lot, the tone and bad taste are still the same.

Being held by a cold body, Wuxian can't help but have goosebumps on his body, and so is his heart, as if there is a feather powerlessly teasing your heart, a strange and strange feeling.

“…… Woke up. Wu Xian asked in a hoarse voice, but as soon as these two words came out, he felt unnecessary, because this was obviously nonsense. Wu Yu wondered in his heart for a moment, before patting Mo Beichen's back and speaking again: "Sit down first." ”

Mo Beichen didn't feel half uncomfortable on his body, but when he put on the warm body again, he realized that his body seemed to be cold.

Hearing Wu Yu's voice, Mo Beichen raised his eyebrows dissatisfiedly and asked, "I haven't seen me for so long, and I haven't said anything at all." ”

I won't hug it, and I'm stingy.

Frowning and sitting down, holding his chin with his right hand and looking sideways at Wuxi, his clear amber eyes made Wuxian feel dizzy. The light in the bamboo building comes from the carefully placed bamboo candlesticks in the house. The candlelight is blue, and Wu Xian can carefully see Mo Beichen, who has not been seen for three years.

Black hair, with a faint smile on his face, but not half of the blood, even the slightly curved lips are pale. But the night breeze blowing, the white robe flying, the bright eyes, the blue lines on the forehead, all this seems to be soaked in soft ripples, making your breathing slow, laughing with his laughter, breathing with his breathing, like a dream.

The faint chill on Wuxi's body was dispelled by this faint smile, and in an instant, all the worries and dazed thoughts melted away in this eye, and he really came back.

Thinking of this, Wu Wu's expression softened, smiled slightly, sat down to pour tea and drink himself, and then stared at the rim of the cup and said, "I have already arranged it, you have a good rest these days." Don't think about anything else. ”

Mo Beichen was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and stretched, and said to himself: "Time flies so fast, another day is about to pass...... Alas, there is no forgiveness, you said that a hundred years of life are like a flick of a finger, I have wasted twenty years of time, and now, what does it matter if you waste another month. I have my own measure in the matter of Kowako. ”

Wu Xian sighed slightly in his heart, and he also breathed a sigh of relief.

What is in Mo Beichen's heart, he knows it well, and Shui Qingwei also knows it. Xiao Hezi's death is like a thorn in Mo Beichen's heart, if he doesn't pick it out, he will always be haunted by it.

The murderer of Xiao Hezi was stabbed to death by his own sword as early as three years ago, and then was buried in the imperial mausoleum as a prince by everyone who came later. And the culprit who killed Xiao Hezi, Helan Jisheng, the lord of the crossbow country, also died on the battlefield two years ago.

The damned people are dead, Mo Beichen's resentment, I don't know who it will be aimed at?

Seeing Wu Yu frowning and staring at the cup in a daze, Mo Beichen guessed that he also knew what he was thinking, suddenly smiled, and asked lightly: "Stupid wood, does the cup look as good as me?"

Wu Wuxian was stunned for a moment, found that he was holding a cup and pondering, he couldn't help but look at Mo Beichen with a cough, and saw that his eyes were smiling, full of ridicule, and couldn't help blurting out: "No ......"

Regarding the unforgivable thoughts, Mo Beichen said: "I have already thought about the matter of Xiaohezi, if I hadn't been indecisive in keeping him in the palace back then, I wouldn't have had an accident with him." I decided I wanted to bring his ashes back. ”

At the beginning, in order not to make the palace suspicious, Shui Qingwei did not bring back Xiao Hezi's body together, but left it in place. Later, the eunuchs and palace maids in the palace cried and burned him to ashes and buried him in the prince's mausoleum.

Thinking of this, Mo Beichen clenched his knuckles, his lips pursed, and there was a bit of pain in his eyes. Those people are already dead, and he can't find anyone to avenge Xiao Kazuko.

Sensing his pain, Wu Forgiveness felt a little depressed for some reason, stretched out his warm palm to wrap Mo Beichen's cold fist, lowered his voice and said, "I don't blame you." Kowako has always put you first, and this is his choice. Blame me, blame me, I should have protected him well. ”

Looking up, Mo Beichen could see the faint concern and worry in Wuxi's eyes, as well as chagrin.

There was no forgiveness and a lot of injuries back then, although the martial arts of the unforgivable were rare, but the ants bit the elephant, those men in black were so cunning, as soon as they found out that they couldn't hide from the prince's personal eunuchs and guards, they poisoned them, and it was difficult for one person to stop the enemies, how could this be blamed on him?

Mo Beichen unconsciously let go of his clenched fist, exhaled, and said, "The matter is over. The first priority is to find the relics of Kowako. After a few days of rest, I decided to go alone. ”

"No, now that you have just woken up from a big dream, it is easy to encounter danger when you are born alone. I go with you. Wu Yu clenched the nephrite hand in his palm, lowered his eyebrows and pondered for a moment, then replied.

"No, even if you are disguised, those people in the palace are not easy to fool. I'm alone, so it's easier to do things. Don't you believe in my abilities?"

Mo Beichen asked softly, but his tone was resolute and resolute, which was difficult to refute.

Slowly letting go of his palm, Wu Beichen picked up the cup and drank tea silently, what Mo Beichen decided was that the nine cows could not be pulled back, since he had made up his mind, it showed that he already had a specific plan.

"Will he agree?" asked again abruptly.

"You know me. Mo Beichen smiled, the brightness in his eyes was hard to turn his eyes on.

Indeed, Mo Beichen's decision, even if Shui Qingwei disagrees, will support him. The current Mo Beichen is not the Mo Beichen who had concerns back then, now he is like a golden scale diving in the depths, once he appears, he doesn't know what in the world can resist him. No matter himself, even if Shui Qingwei is slight, how sure can he be able to block his move.

Thinking of this, Wu Forgiveness couldn't help but sigh, his eyes were full of helplessness and self-pity: "I will give orders, you must have someone to take care of along the way." ”

"Then I'm bothering you. You go and talk to my master. Mo Beichen got up slowly, stretched his waist again, walked to the inner room in small steps, and said as he walked: "And-"

He paused again, smiled lightly, looked back and instructed: "-My son will please you." ”

“……”

Holding down his right forehead with a headache, he got up and left without forgiveness.

At this moment, he thought that he was going to be a few years older, and a big trouble was not enough, and he had to add a small one. And this little one is the most worrying next, once he knows that the big one is ready to abandon him, he doesn't know how much of a temper he should have.

Ay......