Spending the Spring Festival in the Furong tent here, the king has not been in court since then, and on the other side, Yang Wuji is not so comfortable, and this investigation almost killed him.

Yang Wuji is said to be a murderer who has no taboos, and the person who takes such a name is naturally not a simple character. But these two times, they have been repeatedly frustrated. For the first time, the manipulator behind the investigation of the Ten Thousand Poisons Gate extermination case found the current Empress Dowager Liu all the way, and "successfully" found the personal maid of the former Shu Guifei "Ruyi". This time, as soon as he infiltrated the palace, he was discovered by the secret guards in the palace, and for the first time, he felt that his martial arts were so unbearable.

The moon hangs in the air, there is a faint fragrance of osmanthus in the air, if there is a pot of wine at this moment, it is also a great joy in life to sing about wine.

But at this moment, a person who fled for his life was categorically not so leisurely, his right hand was already injured, and the sword in his hand was also a little unstable, but the smile on his face was still there, as if no matter when and where, this person was always so clear and calm.

Opposite him stood a thin but murderous dark guard, the moonlight was bright, but Yang Wuji still couldn't see his face clearly, as if there was a mist entanglement on this person's body, cutting off the sight of others. The man was about a foot away from him, and he didn't have a weapon on his hand, so what weapon was Yang Wuji's right hand wounded by? No one knew, even if Yang Wuji himself was fighting, he didn't see it clearly. He is dressed in black, and the sleeves are embroidered with white chrysanthemums, which is particularly eye-catching.

Yang Wuji thought for a moment, but still found nothing, if this person was not standing in front of him at this moment, he would never believe that a person's martial arts were so high and his skills were so fast, but such a powerful person, he didn't know anything about it. Yang Wuji is conceited and knows the world's master list by heart, but now he only feels ridiculous, because of his ignorance.

"You have nowhere to run." The dark guard on the other side spoke, his voice very hoarse and somewhat unskillful, as if this man hadn't spoken for a long time.

A person who has been in the shadows for many years does not need to say anything, so his words are few, but few but powerful. With a deterrent that he could never resist, he suppressed this daring infiltrator.

Yang Wuji smiled a little helplessly and said: "Your Excellency is so handsome, I folded here today, and it is also fate." ”

Yang Wuji's hand holding the sword increased again, he only had the last blow, and if he missed, he had no chance, his palms began to sweat, his breath was short, he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. His sword wrapped around like a snake letter and stabbed at the dark guard's neck, the man seemed to be prepared, he quickly stepped back, and then jumped forward, slashing straight from the top of Yang Wuji's head, Yang Wuji took this palm heavily with his left hand, fortunately, all this was not in vain, when he stabbed the dark guard with the sword in his right hand, his left hand quietly took out the poison needle that Mo Wushuang had left him for spare before, although he ate the palm of the dark guard, but the dark guard was also poisoned at the moment.

Yang Wuji's whole body was a little prostration, and he almost fell to the ground: "But ...... But I ...... I'm not a believer. ”

The poison of Mo Wushuang's system never disappoints, and the secret guard's movements began to slow down in an instant, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and said with some disdain: "Xiao Xiao, you actually plotted against me." ”

Yang Wuji adjusted his breath, he was much better at the moment, and the smile on his face looked so comfortable and gentle, he said, "Murderer, there are no taboos." ”

"You're Yang Wuji!" Dark Guard.

Yang Wuji said: "That's right, I didn't expect Your Excellency to know my name, but I don't know when such a top master came out, say...... Who are you? ”

Yang Wuji walked towards the dark guard who was sitting on the ground and forcibly suppressed the poison with his internal force, he wanted to see who this person was, but his footsteps suddenly stopped, and then quickly pulled away. As soon as he left, three men dressed in the same costume as the guard walked in.

Yang Wuji was seriously injured this time, and returned to Yiyue Tower to sleep for three days, Mo Wushuang's expression was extremely solemn. He knew very well Yang Wuji's strength, what kind of powerful person the person who started it would be, no matter who this person was, it was not a good thing for him.

Mo Wushuang looked at Yang Wuji, who had just woken up on the bed, and frowned, Yang Wuji was really injured too badly, the injury on his arm was only a skin injury, and the last palm of the secret guard had already shaken his lungs. Although he is out of danger at the moment, it will take at least two or three months to return to his previous state.

Yang Wuji knew his body better than anyone else, he looked at Mo Wushuang with a worried expression, and smiled in a cheerful tone: "That person is so powerful, he almost couldn't come back, but fortunately, my life is great." ”

Mo Wushuang didn't speak, and Yang Wuji continued: "Don't worry, when I rest for two days, I will definitely arrest that person and let the Lord see what kind of powerful person he is." ”

Mo Wushuang was still silent, but his tears fell one after another, and Yang Wuji was a little panicked and said, "Shuang'er ......"

The somewhat soft and glutinous title of "Shuang'er" has not been said for a long time. Since the death of his master and Mo Wushuang took over the Heavenly Dao, he has always called him "Lord" in a regular manner. But looking at Mo Wushuang in tears at this moment, everything seems to have returned to his youth, when he called him "Brother Yang" and he called him "Shuang'er", the two were so close.

Mo Wushuang put his hand on Yang Wuji's eyebrows and said, "Sometimes, I really want to tear off your face, you always laugh, whether you are happy or sad, even if you look like this now, you are still laughing." ”

Yang Wuji closed his eyes, feeling the tenderness spread from Mo Wushuang's fingertips, and his thoughts returned to many years ago, when they first met.

Winter is long and hard, everything lies dormant on the land, and so do people, and all living beings suffer. He was about to die, but no one cared, because there were too many people who died, and on the way to escape the famine, people starved to death every day, and it was a miracle to live.

Endless hunger accompanied by the fear of death enveloped this child who was not yet ten years old - Yang Wuji, he wanted to live so much, because he had not yet found his father, and he had not yet fulfilled his mother's dying request.

But he hadn't eaten for a week, and this hunger tormented him, making him want to go crazy, and he even wanted to eat people. He was too weak, he had a fever, his whole body was hot, he wanted to live, he wanted to live, but death was so close to him, he only had to stretch out his hand, as if he could get rid of this painful torment.

He was so tired, so tired that he couldn't open his eyes, so tired that his hand couldn't even hold a steamed bun at the moment.

"Steamed buns!" , Someone gave him a steamed bun, he suddenly realized this, he used all his strength to hold the steamed bun, he wanted to live, but his body was too weak, and the steamed bun slipped out of his hand. He wanted to say, "Help me, please save me."

But he couldn't, he had a fever, he couldn't even say a word in his throat, he was still alive, he wanted to tell the man who handed him the steamed buns that he was still alive, he wanted to live......

Despair...... The despair that welled up from the depths of her heart, the despair that a child felt for the first time, was a pain that was even more unbearable than when her mother left.

The desperation slowly ate away at his last will to resist, but at this moment, his lips were moistened, and the sweet spring water poured into his mouth, and he instinctively drank it, followed by a shriveled steamed bun, and his throat was swollen and painful, but he still endured it and swallowed it all.

So he survived, and he finally said goodbye to death and opened his eyes. He saw the man who had pulled him out of the abyss of death.

That person is also a child, even looking younger than him, wearing a green coat, his eyes are bright, as if they are as dazzling as gems, this child is Mo Wushuang back then.

Xiao Wushuang looked at Yang Wuji who woke up, a little excited, and touched his forehead and face curiously, Yang Wuji smiled slightly embarrassed.

Xiao Wushuang looked at his smile and said, "You look so good when you smile." ”

This was the first thing Mo Wushuang said to Yang Wuji, but this child's words had an unimaginable weight, which was enough to make Yang Wuji unforgettable for the rest of his life.

Since then, Yang Wuji has been accustomed to smiling, whether he is happy or sad, he is always full of smiles, just because Mo Wushuang said, "You look so good when you smile." ”

Yang Wuji's face was pinched hard by Mo Wushuang, and he couldn't help but scream, and then his thoughts returned to the present.

Yang Wuji said: "It hurts, don't laugh, don't laugh." ”

Mo Wushuang turned around and wiped the tears on his face, and his expression returned to the past. He sat in front of Yang Wuji's bed and said calmly: "These days, you can rest, I brought Mrs. Liu over, what you want to eat, let her cook it for you." ”

Yang Wuji smiled happily: "Thank you then...... The Lord is up. He wanted to say "Shuang'er", but for some reason, he finally said "Lord" in a proper manner.

Mo Wushuang instructed him a few words, let him keep his body in peace, and left after speaking, Yang Wuji looked at his distant back, and the smile on his face was a little bitter.

The osmanthus of Yiyue Tower is blooming, and the large area of golden osmanthus is bright and dazzling. Mo Wushuang was standing under the osmanthus tree in green clothes, the wind was blowing, the small petals fell down, and his hair and clothes were also dyed with bursts of floral fragrance.

Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world. It is probably said that Mo Wushuang under the osmanthus tree at this moment, has a cold temperament and picturesque eyebrows, which makes people fascinated.

Standing on the side, looking at him a little distracted, his eyes were still dull, but full of tenderness, he was no longer a normal person, but he was as thoughtful as a human.