The sun was sinking fast, and when Mo Hua arrived at the dock, there was only a patch of red left on the sea. The sparkling waves are like the lights of thousands of homes, and the darkest part of Jiuju Mountain is the Wu Cao boat of the Wei family.

Mo Hua had a bad premonition, and he quickly dived into the cabin and found a messy cloak on the ground. Mo Hua picked it up and looked at it carefully, this Chu-colored cloak was old-fashioned, and suddenly, he smelled a trace of conspiracy.

Hurriedly folding the cloak, Mo Hua began to look for Wei Jiang's traces, and coldly, there was a muffled sound from inside the ship, like a man's wail. Mo Hua hurriedly took out a fire fold and lit it, and the slight light of the fire illuminated an ink-colored brocade in the corner of the room.

This is Wei Jiang's thing. It snapped right between the hatches, like a guide. Mo Hua immediately followed the vine, opened the hatch and went down the ladder, and as soon as he landed, he smelled a faint aroma of wine.

Looking around left and right, every cabin in the narrow corridor was exactly the same, and the sound just now came from nowhere.

Mo Hua couldn't help but clench the brocade in his hand, his knuckles gurgling.

Can't be in a hurry, can't panic, she should leave him a little clue......

He lowered his head and took a closer look at the fire, and sure enough, he saw a butterfly hairpin, the tip of which pointed to the stern of the boat. Mo Hua comprehended, and walked quickly to the stern of the boat, the aroma of wine became stronger and stronger, and it came from that mouth......

"Phew!" There was a crisp sound, like the sound of the wine jar smashing the ground, and the taste of the wine was even stronger, and the tip of the tongue felt spicy. The cabin was dark, and the only hanging lamp was broken, and Wei Jiang was hiding in the corner and shaking.

"Ah Jiang, you can't treat me like this, you said you like me, have you forgotten......"

The sound of peace is like a wandering spirit, which cannot reach the sky or the ground, floating in the air without ups and downs.

Wei Jiang clenched the short sword in his hand, and hid in the opposite direction according to the direction of the sound. There is blood on the blade of this sword, and I don't know if it is safe or my own.

Originally, this jade-inlaid short sword was just used for dressing, but Wei Jiang hung it on his waist to get a little chivalrous style and leave a good impression on Old Man Zheng. Just now, when Ping An wanted to scare her, she remembered that this short sword had also been sharpened.

Wei Jiang used all her strength in her fingers, picked the sword out of its sheath, and then she grasped the blade and cut the palm of her hand so that she could wake up from her stupor.

And the pain of flesh and skin is far less than heartache, Wei Jiang saw peace clearly after he woke up, and this moment was the real heartbreak.

Wei Jiang just wanted to get out, she gritted her teeth and stabbed her sword into Ping'an's shoulder. He stopped moving, looked at the sword in amazement, and then looked at her, the shock in his eyes was self-evident.

"Didn't you say that...... You like me? ”

Ping An stared at him in a daze, and a tear quietly flowed from his clear and innocent eyes. He didn't seem to feel pain, and numbly drew his dagger. Hot blood splattered on Wei Jiang's cheeks, burning her heart. She looked down at him, pushed him down with all her might, and then snatched the sword and shattered the hexagonal glass lamp hanging overhead.

In the darkness, Ping An let out a beastly wail, shouting, "You lied to me!! ”

Wei Jiang was wronged, she never thought of deceiving him, she even planned a way back, and after getting rid of Mo Hua, she would live with him. But...... How did he become like this?

Wei Jiang was afraid, she couldn't help curling up, eager to get into the gap in the deck.

There was a movement of "clang", and the clay pots blocking in front of Wei Jiang were smashed one by one, and the broken pottery flew cheaply, cutting Wei Jiang's hands and faces. She covered her mouth tightly, swallowed and didn't dare to scream, just as she wanted to escape, but was caught by Ping'an.

"A-Jiang, so you're here."

Ping'an's voice seemed to be laughing, Wei Jiang only saw a vague silhouette approaching, she couldn't help waving her short sword, and said in a trembling voice: "Ping'an, don't force me!" ”

"I'm forcing you? You've been pushing me! You told you to ignore them, but you didn't listen; I told you to stay away from Mohua, and you didn't listen...... At first, you said you liked me, but later you turned your back on me. Ah Jiang, you know my heart for you! Be good, come here, listen to me, and I will ignore the past suspicions. ”

As he spoke, Ping An approached, his hand was like a scorpion tail, and he slammed into Wei Jiang's arm and took the short sword in her hand.

Wei Jiang trembled, and even his breathing stagnated. Ping An made a move too quickly, unlike in the past, clumsy. The doubts that remained in Zài's mind were slowly expanding.

Lang rode a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums. Peace is the best, often pick wild flowers and put them at the head of her bed, and also pick up colorful shellfish and string them into chains.

Peace as gentle as water...... How could it be......

"Peace."

Wei Jiang called in a low voice, secretly straightening out the chaos.

"Actually, I've always liked you, but right now I'm afraid of you. You and I are childhood sweethearts, I know you're not like that. You have to prove it, why not? But I also want you to prove your loyalty to me and to my family. ”

It was so quiet that he couldn't even hear his breathing. What is he hesitating about? Could it be that he is also hiding something from her.

"Can't do it, can it? If you can't do it, how can you ask me? I can be unreserved with you, but what about you? ”

"I ......"

Ping An wanted to talk and rest, and he suddenly became the peace that Wei Jiang was familiar with, the honest and well-behaved peace.

In an instant, a dazzling red light swept through the air, cutting through the boundless darkness and flying straight towards them. It's too late, it's too soon. Before he could see what the red light was, Ping An raised his hand and caught it lightly.

"He can't do it, he's Lin Changhong's person. Peace, am I right? ”

With a "poof", the fire lit up. Mo Hua suddenly appeared at the door of the warehouse, he was dressed in an ink robe, with a lantern in his palm, like a guide on the Huangquan Road, which was weird.

Ping An turned his head to see him, his innocent face gradually changed, his clear eyes were cold and fierce, and his eyebrows and feet were slightly raised intentionally or unintentionally.

Ping An looked at the thing in his hand, it turned out to be Mohua's cigarette stick, the copper cigarette pot was burning with tobacco, and white smoke was curling. He wrinkled his eyebrows, as if disgusted, but with a flick of his hand, the cigarette stick pierced straight into the door frame and into the wood.

His internal strength is no worse than Mo Hua's, and even a few points higher.

However, Mo Hua didn't take him seriously, and only asked Wei Jiang: "Did he hurt you?" ”

Wei Jiang put away her surprise, and then looked down, she knew that she was not in shape, her hair was disheveled, her clothes were disheveled, her body was covered with sand and ashes, and her hands were full of dried blood, but in front of him, she forced out a smile.

"Nope."

"That's good." As soon as the words fell, Mo Hua pulled out the cigarette stick inserted in the door frame and stabbed towards Ping An with lightning speed.

Ping An flashed sideways, and when he fled, he didn't forget to hold Wei Jiang's hand, and said sternly: "You go with me." ”

Wei Jiang bit him, and spared no effort to bite his wrist out a row of bloody tooth marks. Ping An let go of his hand in pain, then glared at her in disbelief.

"You are Lin Changhong's person, you have deceived us for so long. I never thought that you would be the one who harmed my whole family! ”

Wei Jiang was angry. Ping An didn't understand, but he couldn't help but show a hint of panic that had been exposed.

"I won't hurt you...... The person who wants to harm your Wei family is him! ”

Ping An pointed the finger at Mohua. "I have a lot of evidence in my hands, he started to set up a game as early as two years ago, you can't believe his words! Ah Jiang, if you come with me, I can protect you and the Wei family. ”

With that, he stretched out his hand again, frowning slightly, revealing a pitiful look.

Wei Jiang listened to what he said and looked at Mo Hua. Mo Hua was still indifferent, not revealing any flaws. He didn't deny what Ping An said, but only choked him and said, "What is the purpose of your coming to the Wei family?" At first, I was just suspicious of your identity, but when I met Lin Changhong in Hualou, I felt that they were related. Ping'an, no matter how well you pretend, you are his son after all. Isn't it? ”

Ping An had nothing to refute, and couldn't help but be annoyed and angry, he stepped forward and grabbed Wei Jiang's hand, wanting to take her away.

At the last moment, Mo Hua stabbed between the two of them. With a hook, a pull, and a turn, Xuanyu spread out and fell like an eagle's wings, wrapping Wei Jiang tightly in it.

Ping'an's hand was stabbed back by the cigarette stick, and after several attempts, he lost a move to Mohua. The peace was so bad that he simply kicked off the lantern. The small candle in the lamp fell into the wine, igniting a raging fire, and he seemed to want to die with Mo Hua.

"You are a virtuous prince, is it worth it?"

Mo Hua sneered, and as he spoke, he did not forget to block the hidden sword in Ping'an's sleeve.

"As long as you can kill people who don't like it, it's worth anything."

Ping An completely took off his "makeup" and took off the mask that had been hidden for ten years, this mask will be happy and sad; will be angry and sad; There is no "hate".

Right now, his "hatred" is vivid. He gritted his teeth and looked fierce, no longer the kind and clear young man he used to be.

Wei Jiang was protected by Mo Hua behind her, and she watched Mo and Bai fighting in the fire, and the two were on par. Wei Jiang didn't know martial arts, but she knew where the key points were, Mo Hua had room to attack, and Ping An was ruthless and vicious, and once forced Mo Hua into a dead end.

Nightmare come true. Wei Jiang could no longer refuse this truth.

She was deceived by Ping An and pure appearance, not only her, but also the Wei family, who were deceived by him for ten years.

Thinking about it carefully, in the previous life, it was not for nothing that Ping An disappeared for no reason, he must throw away the identity of "Ping An" and invite officers and soldiers to destroy the Wei family.

All friendship was extinguished in deception, Wei Jiang was ashamed and hateful, trembling with anger, she picked up the short sword on the ground, ignored her childhood sweetheart, ignored the two little guesses, and stabbed Ping'an in the back.

Ping An didn't notice her, and took this cold sword strongly. He staggered a few steps, fell to the ground, and knocked over the jar of wine piled up in the corner.

A few jars of wine smashed to the ground, and elixir flowed out. The tongue of fire licked it and became more and more intense. In the blazing firelight, Ping An looked back in surprise, and the flickering in his eyes did not know whether it was firelight or tears.

"A-Jiang, you ......"

Ping An pursed his lips pitifully, very aggrieved. Wei Jiang was silent, and the hand holding the blood sword kept trembling.

The tongue of fire between them suddenly soared, and their expressions were blurred. Ping'an can't see her anymore, and he can't see the girl who once held his hand and said he liked it. He ran away in tears, trying to escape from this sad place.

The fire grew bigger and bigger, almost destroying the entire storeroom. Mo Hua was in a hurry, and hurriedly knocked over the big bucket standing in the corner. There was a sound of "zizi", and the fire overwhelmed the tongue of fire, and the peace who was lying on the ground just now was nowhere to be seen.

He fled, blood dripping all the way. Wei Jiang fell into his betrayal and couldn't return to his senses for a long time.

"Oops! Walk the water! Come on! ”

The man on duty returned, and saw the treasury on fire and beating gongs and drums. Mo Hua took advantage of the chaos to escape with Wei Jiang and ran all the way to the beach.

It was bright just now, but suddenly it was dark again. Wei Jiang seemed to fall from the sky to the earth, and then from the earth back to the sky, his soul fluttering and helpless.

Wei Jiang's eyes were confused, his mind was scattered, Mo Hua squatted down, put his hands on her shoulders, stared at her eyes solemnly, and said: "What happened just now should not happen for the time being, and you will have to drink Old Man Zheng's birthday wine later, and no one can see the flaws during the banquet." I know you can do it. ”

After his shaking, Wei Jiang finally woke up, she saw the hair brocade in his hand, looked at him again, and couldn't help choking.

Mo Hua was distressed, reached out to wipe the dirt from her cheeks, and then pulled up her clothes. He was furious when he accidentally saw a bruise mark on her neck.

"Does it hurt?"

Mo Hua tried his best to restrain his anger, and his thumb gently rubbed the blood stasis.

Wei Jiang shook his head, his eyes widened, and he took a deep breath with tears in his eyes.

"Today is Old Man Zheng's birthday banquet, and this matter can't be spread, otherwise everyone will think that my father has no ability and has raised such a big mouse."

As she spoke, she raised her hand to tie up the scattered green silk, but the tangled brocade was disobedient and slipped away from her trembling fingertips three or four times.

"I'll do it."

Mo Hua dominated the house, pulled the ink satin and bit it on her mouth, and then picked up her long hair and skillfully curled it into a round bun, and then fixed it with a butterfly hairpin.

"Don't think so." He said. Lin Changhong's eyeliner has long been covered with the Infinite Sea, and he is just one of them. In short, what happened just now needs to be kept low-key, rest assured, I will never let him go. ”

At the end of the sentence, he lowered his voice, as if he said it casually, without revealing the slightest anger.

Wei Jiang was silent, she got up and walked to the beach, picked up the seawater and washed her face, and then covered the broken hair with wet clothes.

The salty sea water drilled into the wound in her palm, and the pain was so painful that she clenched her fists and said softly, "Do something for me, go to the dock and get the cloak from the room." ”

Mo Hua nodded in response, and after a while, he handed her the Chu-colored cloak that had fallen in the cabin. With affection, he gently stroked her hanging hair behind her ear, and she was still cold, and her dark and hollow eyes were so dark that they could not reflect the light.

Mo Hua's heart was like a knife, but he didn't show anything, he had to be stronger than her to survive the next scene.

"Let's go."

Mo Hua took Wei Jiang's hand and took her back to the Zheng Mansion. As soon as they entered, everyone was beaming with joy and wine, Mo Hua smiled, toasted, and mingled with everyone.

While he wasn't paying attention, Wei Jiang pinched the cloak he picked up on the dock and went to find Wei Zhen'er.