The night breeze rose, and the silver light sprinkled on the sea stirred, just like his eyes were seductive. Wei Jiang was stunned for a long time, I don't know if it was because of what he said just now, or because of his heavenly jade face.

Another gust of wind rose, slightly cool. Wei Jiang's soul was blown back to its original position by the wind, and she couldn't help but tremble, and then looked up at him.

What does it mean that you were wronged in the first place? Wei Jiang pondered carefully, the person Mo Hua was referring to must be related to his mother's death. She was not born yet, but when Mo Hua's mother died, Wei Qian was in Yunhaizhou.

After threading the needle back and forth, Wei Jiang suddenly understood.

In the previous life, Mo Ye was avenging the murder of his mother, he thought that Wei Qian was always the culprit, but in fact, some people took Wei Qian as a scapegoat.

It's disgusting! The hundreds of lives of the Wei family are like mustard in the eyes of others!

Wei Jiang's heart burned like fire, no less than the shock when he learned Ping'an's identity. In order not to show flaws, she put on a posture and was slow and methodical.

"How do I know what you say is true?"

Mo Hua held his heart in his right hand and pointed to the sky with his left: "If there is half a lie, I will be thundered by the sky." After that, his eyes instantly darkened, and he said: "No one will use their own mother to deceive." ”

He said seriously, mentioning the word "mother", and the smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared.

Wei Jiang could see that he was telling the truth, and her mind went blank again. Wei Jiang lowered his eyes, thought about it and thought: The murderer who killed Mo Hua's mother, how could he not be the one who harmed the Wei family? The two of them are clearly dealing with the same person.

"Okay." Wei Jiang agreed. "But I have one condition."

"On what terms?"

"First, you have to listen to me; Second, there is no concealment of anything; Third, you must take me with you wherever you go in and out. ”

"Obviously, there are three conditions. One...... Two...... Three ......"

Mo Hua raised his fingers in a deliberate manner, and his eyes rolled upward.

Wei Jiang's face turned red, and he couldn't help but reach out and hit his chest: "Don't make fun of me." Say yes or no? ”

"Okay, I promise." Mo Hua bowed his head and became serious.

"There is no basis for words, you have to write evidence."

"I have already made the word, and I will give it to your father with the dowry. The note is clearly written: white heads are inseparable. ”

Hearing this, Wei Jiang's heartstrings trembled slightly, and the four words "white head will not leave" also seemed to be reborn, ringing in her ears again.

Wei Jiang saw Mo Ye, he was smiling at her, his deep eyes were more gentle than Yuehua.

"Let's start over, shall we? Forget the previous qiē, you don't hate me, I don't hate you, and start over happily. ”

He said affectionately, wanting to settle his old suspicions with her. Besides, he had grievances in his previous life, and he had already paid for his life.

These words were so tempting that Wei Jiang almost nodded, but with a flash of inspiration in her mind, she couldn't help but wonder: Could this be another trick of his.

What kind of character is Mo Ye, Wei Jiang knows best, how much difference can Mo Hua and Mo Ye have?

"One thing is one thing." Wei Jiang hardened his heart. "You help the Wei family to establish the Ding, I will help you find the murderer of the mother, and the deal is done. As for our marriage...... Let's put it on hold. ”

After saying that, Wei Jiang coughed lightly unconsciously.

Mo Huawaner quietly hid his look of loss and said, "Condition 1: I have to listen to you." I mean what I say. ”

After hearing this, Wei Jiang felt like a gambler, he lost a bet with Ping'an, and now he turned to Mohua's side. This time, she didn't dare to bet heavily, for fear that she would lose all her money if she accidentally lost her money.

Her vigilance, Mo Hua could see it, he didn't blame her at all, if she was full of joy and threw herself into her arms, it would be strange.

Wei Jiang understands him, why doesn't he know Wei Jiang? In her previous life, she was hurt too deeply, and she didn't know what to do in this life to pay off this debt.

Mo Hua didn't have the courage to tell her: Mo Ye is back.

The days of chaos were like the beginning of the opening of heaven and earth. His three souls and six spirits have not yet been put into order, and sometimes they are sober; Sometimes hazy, people are like fragments, always patchwork incomplete.

Perhaps the moment she fell into the sea, she hugged him tightly and then kicked him to the depths of the water. The sea slammed into his mouth, tearing at his chest and lungs. When he was dying, the remnant soul wandering outside took the opportunity to burrow into the seven orifices, and Mo Ye came back like this.

This is God's arrangement, let him correct his previous mistakes, and give him a chance to continue the previous edge.

Mo Hua knew that fate was in a hurry, especially for him.

The night wind seems to have gotten stronger, and it's a bit cold on deck. Wei Jiang curled up tightly, shivering, but had no intention of returning to the ship's room. Mo Hua took off his big hat, draped it on her, and said, "The moonlight tonight is sultry, it's not good-looking, it's a pity." ”

Not only did he not persuade her to go back to the ship's room, but he also played a round for her. He knew that Wei Jiang had lingering palpitations about peace.

In fact, if it weren't for the memories of the previous life, Mo Hua wouldn't have guessed Ping'an's identity, he was too well disguised, otherwise how could he lurk in the Wei family for ten years?

It's so late, probably he has been picked up by someone from the Xianwang Mansion.

***

The sky was deep and dark, and the waves rose and fell with the wind, carrying a small boat to the north. Peace was curled up on the boat, his clothes wet with the water splashing from time to time, and clinging to his body with blood. He looked up to the east, but there was no light in sight, and he continued to curl up in despair, in despair, in frustration, to the point where he could no longer shrink.

The wound on his back was numb to pain, and the wound in his heart was still bleeding, and after a while, he wanted to go back and see Ajan.

Suddenly, a beam of light fell on his face, and it was very blinding. Ping'an unconsciously hid his face in his arms, until someone came over and said in a very respectful tone: "Third prince, the prince ordered us to pick you up." ”

The Third Son...... Sounds strange. Ping An slowly removed his hands covering his face and sat upright. The eyebrows that like drooping are instantly put in the right position, from skin to bone, and become another person.

He is a wolf, but noble. The thin body straightened up, and then got up gracefully. The black-clothed shadow guard who came to greet him bowed his hand and led him into a ship.

The three-storey building is like a ghost castle floating on the sea. The banner on the ghost castle is hunting, and the dragon totem on the flag is showing its teeth and claws. Ping An passed under dozens of dragon claws and went straight to the third floor.

"Third son, the prince asked you to bathe and change your clothes first, and then go to him tomorrow morning to discuss matters." The squire followed his steps and whispered.

Ping An regarded him as nothing, and walked straight into the cabin of the boat where Lin Changhong was sleeping. The Xianwang boat room is different from others, with carved beams and painted buildings, beaded curtains, and is equivalent to the width of half a boat from beginning to end.

When Ping An broke in, Lin Changhong had already fallen asleep. In the darkness, I only heard the voice of a coquettish moan, like a cry. Ping An remained silent, hiding in the darkness, and only after the coquettish moan, mixed with the man's deep snort, did he walk to the middle of the hall.

"Father, the child is back."

Suddenly, the cabin was as quiet as an ancient tomb, and the sound of the waves became very clear.

With a "poof", a light suddenly lit up, followed by another. In just a few moments, all the Suzaku bronze lamps in the cabin were lit up. When Ping An looked up, he saw Lin Changhong standing neatly in front of him, and even his hair crown was well dressed.

Lin Changhong asked in a low voice, "Why did you come early?" ”

He bowed peacefully and replied solemnly: "Return to my father, my son's identity is revealed, and my father is punished." ”

Lin Changhong's eyes flashed with a hint of waves, he looked at the youngest son in front of him, and looked at his dirty bloody clothes. It seems that he not only revealed his identity, but was also beaten badly.

It's a shame.

Lin Changhong said in a low voice: "At such a juncture, if you reveal your identity, won't we have lost all our efforts?" ”

Ping An didn't dare to reply, he bowed again, and bent lower.

"The child knows his mistake, please punish the father."

Lin Changhong looked up to the sky and took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled again. He paced to Ping'an, reaching out and lovingly patting him on the shoulder. One time...... Double-click...... Three times ...... Not in a hurry.

"The ancients had clouds, and they had to teach their fathers and sons to go into battle. I have entrusted you with this task because you are my son, you know? ”

"Understood."

With that, Ping An knelt on the ground and neatly took off his shirt. The blood from the wounds on the shoulders and back had congealed, and with his rough pull, the blood oozed out of the wounds again.

Lin Changhong didn't speak, took the rattan whip hanging on the ship's pillar, and walked behind Ping'an.

"I'm not punishing you, I'm trying to make you remember ......"

Before the words fell, a fierce whip slapped Ping'an on the back. The pain without warning made Ping An convulse, and he gritted his teeth, just after enduring the pain, and it was a strong whip.

"Crackling" There was a whipping, Ping An never shouted a word, he knew that if he made a sound, he would hit harder next.

Fortunately, the rattan whip broke, and Lin Changhong had to stop early. He threw the whip on the ground, then slapped the fine ash from his hands, and smiled very lovingly, "It's not early, go to sleep." ”

"Yes." Ping An stood up with difficulty with both hands on the ground, and he straightened up, and the blood on his back flowed down his back and dripped to the ground.

Ping An slowly moved his body and walked out. At this time, Lin Changhong turned around and walked to the brocade couch, grabbed the green silk of the beauty on the bed and dragged her to the ground.

The beauty didn't know what she was wrong with, and she was half stupid with fright. She cried miserably all the way, and kept begging Lin Changhong for mercy. Ping An couldn't help but look back, and saw a white delicate body flying out of the window, followed by a "porphyr" and the sound of falling into the sea.

Ping An turned back again, he was used to this scene, and he was not at all shocked when he saw it the first time. The only thing to blame is this poor woman, who heard something she shouldn't have heard.

As soon as Ping An came out of the ship's room, the man collapsed and collapsed. Seeing this, the attendant immediately helped him, and then took him back to the room and bandaged him with medicine.

The ointment is cool, a bit like green coconut oil. The hand that fell on his back was large and thick, unlike her soft and boneless hands in the cave at that time.

Wiped and wiped, and Ping An cried. He wanted to go back, he wanted to go back, he wanted the crooked neck tree in front of the window.

Ah Jiang, you said that the person you like is me. You're going to have to wait for me to go back......