In November in Dajing, the first snow is flying, and the sky and the earth are white.

A man in a big red robe flew like an arrow, rushing like a meteor, stepping on the snow and stepping on the ice, and then stopped in front of the Banpo kiln that was covered by snow.

The flaming red flame was as bright as fire, and it was eye-catching and dazzling in the white world.

"Mofei—" the man shouted, "You come out!" ”

The sound went straight into the sky, shook and scattered the snow, and the continuous echo in all directions lasted for a long time.

As he spoke, the kiln made a loud explosion, and the snow flying in the sky was filled with black dirty mud and a little bit of soot.

The devastating destruction was staged in front of the man in an instant.

He looked at it in a daze, his whole body stiff and unable to speak, and the anger, disappointment, and grief in his sword eyebrows were as complex as black ink precipitating into the bottomless abyss.

"You're looking for me?" A low, soft voice, with the texture of a smoothie, sounded behind the man.

Hearing this, the man's long figure trembled almost imperceptibly in the falling snow, and suddenly turned around, the red robe as red as blood crossed a decisive arc in the bright white snow, and he pointed his hand and roared angrily, "Mo Fei, how did you become such a femme fatale?" How dare you ...... How dare you really destroy the ink-making kiln? ”

"Is the femme fatale hearty?" In front of the man, the woman named Mofei repeated the sentence shallowly, she sat in a wooden wheelchair, her body was so slender and thin that it lined the wheelchair empty and large, "Why don't I dare?" Yueqingbo is optimistic about you, the Dajingmo family is dead, and I am at ease. ”

Hearing such angry words, the man's face became sad, he was already handsome as jade, and his demeanor was outstanding, and such a strong emotion was revealed from the bottom of his eyes, which made people sad, "Ah Fei...... Do you need me to ask you? ”

The woman in the wheelchair tilted her head slightly, in fact, her appearance was not stunning, at best, she could only be regarded as delicate as a lotus, but her eyes were particularly outstanding, the pupils of the lacquered eyes were larger than ordinary people, reflecting the whites of her eyes, which were exceptionally black and white, and with the usual coldness, like ice floe and broken snow.

Her eyes looked up and down on the man's robe, the tips of her lips curled, and she was full of ridicule, "I forgot, you are going to marry the first beauty in Dajing today, the noble Mo family's eldest daughter Mo Qingge as his wife, I ruined the Mo family's ink-making kiln, you will naturally feel sorry for Mo Qingge." ”

Distressed?

Yue Qingbo laughed out loud desolantly, the laughter gradually increased from low to high, Fei Xue shook nearly half of his body, and his white-dyed sword eyebrows precipitated a cold decision, "To this day, Ah Fei, why don't you ask me why I married Mo Qingge and marry your eldest sister." ”

The thin and cool pink lips hooked, Mo Fei looked at the obvious robe on the man's body mockingly, and said lightly, "It is destined to ask or not to ask, Qingbo, I and the Mo family will never die, even you will become a ......"

Speaking of this, Mo Fei paused, the wind and snow blew more and more wantonly on the green silk, cutting the line of sight of the two staring at each other, her thin back felt the coldness of the wooden wheelchair, and her eyebrows rose with a sharp ice color, "My enemy?" ”

The word "enemy", like hail, ruthlessly smashed into Yue Qingbo's body, making him cold from head to toe, as if he was thrown into a dark ice cave, and there was no longer a warm sun and moon.

Mofei staggered his gaze, and looked at it, in the field of vision, which used to be the place where the ink kiln of the Dajing Mojia was made, but now it was torn apart by the deeply buried fire and thunder, and the ice and snow fell, and the stumble covered up the mess.

There is snow hanging on her eyelashes, and it is cold in the blink of an eye, even the breath that comes out is obviously a white mist, and the ink scarlet gathered the fox fur on her body, she raised her small and pointed chin slightly, and her pupils narrowed, not recognizable the color, "It's better for Le Gongzi to go back early, and the province is missing the auspicious time and delaying the worship hall." ”

These words touched Yue Qingbo, he straightened his back, and looked at Mo Fei condescendingly, the two of them were separated by wind and snow, but as if separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, his lips seemed to be frozen, and he almost wanted to purse them into a straight line, "Since you still recognize Qingge as a sister, I won't marry her, Ah Fei, can you stop?" ”

Mo Fei seemed to have heard a big joke, her half-hidden hand in her sleeve slowly fell down the armrest of the wheelchair, resting on her lap, rubbing her fingertips, hooking her lips and smiling, "Mo Qingge, the eldest daughter of the Mo family of Dajing's century-old ink-making family, has a noble status, golden branches and jade leaves, and has the reputation of the first beauty in Dajing, and the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all fine, and what makes people admire the most is naturally her ink-making talent, which is rare to see in a hundred years, and it is not an exagger......ation to call it a genius."

In the end, in the unfluctuating tone, anyone can hear a strong irony.

"Ah Fei, you are also surnamed Mo." The extravagant hope that is as thin as a spark emerges in Yue Qingbo's eyes, like an epiphany, fleeting.

Mo Fei laughed, she raised her head, facing the cold snowflakes, in the black and white eyes, the dark pupils no longer saw the slightest halo, until the tips of the eyes were moist, and before she could blink, it had already turned cold.

The hand she placed on her knee trembled slightly, rubbing her unconscious legs back and forth, and then said with a kind of uncompromising hatred, "Yue Qingbo, I swore two years ago that either I will die or the Mo family will die in this life!" ”

"And the last word they say before they die will be my name - Mofei!"

The tail note is upturned by a syllable, with a ruthlessness that is not even as good as ice and snow, but no one knows that underneath, the turbulent sorrow and tragedy cannot find an outlet, her face is calm, like stagnant water, only the black eyes and herself can be swallowed, and the strong hatred on her body surges, clamoring to destroy everything she can see.

Today's ink scarlet is no longer the ink scarlet of the past.

With such a cognition, Yue Qingbo felt an irrepressible panic in his heart, as well as an indescribable mourning, "I was wrong...... Am I wrong...... I shouldn't have helped you back then......"

Mo Fei sneered, even the sharp mockery, when her lips bloomed, she could see the weakness, but the words that came out of her pink lips were like honey poison, "Qingbo, in the past, you and I were originally Lang riding bamboo horses, and Qingmei was ......happy."

Lang rides a bamboo horse, and the green plum is happy.

Yue Qingbo lowered his head, he fixed his eyes on the woman in front of him, the face that was too white because of the rare light of the sun and the moon, like transparent white jade, but those eyes were as black as obsidian, and there was a gradual demonic madness in his starry eyes, "Ah Fei, I can't let you go wrong again, I can't ......"

He took a step forward, almost touching her toes, and then crouched down, his eyes were level with Mo Fei, and from Mo Fei's eyes, he could clearly see himself in the bright red robe, like a spark of flames, which had never been dazzling.

His lips moved, his eyes were delicate and gentle, but he pulled it out of his sleeve, but he took out a sharp dagger, "Ah Fei, let me end your mistake......"

Whispering, with the tenderness and sweetness of the pillow whispering, like a fine wine that has been aged for many years, I want to get drunk when I smell it.

Mo Fei only smiled coldly, and a terrible storm gradually erupted from the bottom of his eyes, "You want to kill me?" Yue Qingbo, you want to kill me? ”

It was Yue Qingbo's lingering fingers that answered her, and he stroked her cheek, as intimacy as many years ago, and then the hand holding the dagger stabbed into her body.

Such a thin and slender body didn't even tremble, let alone dodge.

In the blink of an eye, the white-clothed Shengxue's skirt bloomed with incomparably gorgeous red plums, with the warmth of ironing the heart, soaking out little by little, and finally staining the hand holding the dagger, which was red and unforgettable.

"Yue Qingbo, you will regret it......" She couldn't feel the pain in a trance, she even pulled the corners of her mouth, and her eyebrows rarely softened, "Yue Qingbo, do you know...... Two years ago......"