Chapter 12 Dusty Sideburns Like Frost

"I will tell you the specific things in detail, the murderous corpse in the West Palace has been almost disposed of, but just in case, it is best to send someone in to search it."

Bai Yuchen was still unkind to the layout of the formation, and Zhao Yuwei could only bow his head and nod again and again.

Suddenly, a rusty smell spread on the tip of his tongue, Bai Yuchen frowned in disgust, his face became even more ugly, and the backlash made his body lose its center of gravity a little.

"That...... Brother Bai, ask you and I'll take care of you, you're tired too. ”

Zhao Xiangwei's worries were overflowing, and at this time, several knights led by him were already ready to hold Mo Xiaogongzi's torso.

"No, I'll take Amo back to your house by myself."

After speaking, Bai Yuchen seemed to hug him tighter vigilantly, pretending to be calm and not looking back, leaving only a faint agarwood breath in his cold tone.

"Ah...... Amo? ”

Zhao wants to be messy in the wind alone, unbelievable, Mo Wenjun really only knew this white boy for one day...... Such an affectionate title...... Is it appropriate?

Before he could figure it out himself, a few gossipy guys had already come over.

"Huh, huh! If you want to be a brother, it's not easy for this white boy to be angry at first glance! Isn't it the disciple of the hundred schools of the Immortal Gate, do you know it? Xigong Daxia squeezed his eyes.

"Come on! What else do you want to meet? I didn't hear people's amo amodi calling, which round got you. Dugu Daxia said in disgust.

"When did this little boy Mo make such a serious friend, let him introduce him another day." Shangguan Daxia rubbed his little hands.

"Isn't it Mo Xiaogongzi's long-lost brother! I look at the two of them, not to mention their temperament, they are all very good-looking. ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, I think we should solve the urgent need first, and then discuss this matter?"

Zhao Yuwei really wants to cry without tears, and he doesn't know it! Who knows where Mo Wenjun's half-hung man got his love debt!

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When Zhao wanted to deal with the Lu family's evil affairs, it was already the evening of the third day, he changed into a pale yellow Jiangnan Long gauze robe, paced unhurriedly and took small steps, stepping on the ticking bluestone slab to return home, along the way the townspeople who were ready to close the stall and shop all cast a grateful look at him, presumably because he heard about the Lu family's murder, although he accompanied him with a smile, but he was worried in his heart, without the Lu family, where will the future fate of this Lotus Town go, without the beautiful tax of every year, Will I go back to the deep mountains where the cold wind is howling in the north, and I can't see the bustling world outside.

But who can say that this gentle and wonderful Jiangnan water town in front of you is not another complex and terrifying deep mountain? Inch people can only follow the long river of time, drifting with the tide, where there is room to choose the way back.

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Nine days of the Milky Way, the moonlight is bright.

Zhao Xiangwei boiled a pot of wine, and was sitting in the pavilion in his backyard at this time, Qinglang's moonlight soaked the entire mansion, there were flying insects in the air, and the fragrance of roses lingered.

The hazy moonlight reflected his soft but tired face, and after a glass of wine, Bai Yuchen was already standing beside him expressionlessly.

"Sit down."

Not only was he slightly drunk after drinking, but the moonlight was hazy, and he actually felt that Bai Yuchen at this time had replaced the impersonal skin, which was a little soft and moving.

"I'd like to ask about Amo." He was wonderful in the moonlight.

"You're old friends, aren't you?"

After drinking another glass, Zhao Xiangwei's smiling eyes flashed, and the other party bowed slightly.

"Three years ago, in the Qingshui River downstream of Bilian Lake, when I visited the villagers, he was lying in the river, and the whole river was stained red with his blood, and he was only hung in one breath. The villagers didn't dare to take him in, so I had to take him to my house. When I woke up, I couldn't remember anything but my own name. This stay is three years, and the roses in the garden, from opening to withering, come and go, and only he is by my side. ”

Seeing that Bai Yuchen was a little puzzled by his sudden melancholy, Zhao Yuwei hurriedly explained: "I have lost my wife, and she planted this garden full of roses. ”

The jade-faced Buddha with a smiling face in front of people, his eyes were slightly moist and red at this time, and in this dark night, he seemed to have touched the dusty memory, which made people feel a little distressed.

"Don't ask you, what was your previous life like?"

Zhao Xiangwei squinted his eyes and asked.

"It's just an old thing, it's not worth mentioning."

The white jade dust cloud passed by lightly, and the twinkling stars in his eyes were fleeting, and he turned around and disappeared into the hazy moonlight.

Zhao Xiangwei closed his eyes weakly, usually the smiling Buddha who was always smiling and kind, but at this time, his cheeks were stained with a layer of cold frost.

It's just old things, old things, depressed in the heart, people will slowly forget, but they will never learn to really let go.

In the huge courtyard, only the remnants of the wine cup remained, and the graceful and melodious Jiangchengzi, floating like a lonely ghost.

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost......