The lady of the Xu family said that the incense knot represents the meaning of tying the knot and connecting the branches, just like the heart has a thousand knots. But what Jing Mohuai told himself was another meaning of incense, which brought good luck to people and drove away nightmares.

He was awake from beginning to end, watching her sink step by step.

Nan Mo suddenly laughed, and his eyes were even clearer, "Look, I am still ashamed to want to get out of such a situation for you, but the people around you are not simple." ”

Jing Mohuai always looked at her, and never looked away for a moment. Seeing her clear eyes glow with puzzlement, seeing her pondering again turned to a sudden moment.

He thought that she might be different, but this difference, no matter what class she stood on, was the sand and stone that sharpened the pearl, and only when she hit her head broke the blood flow, she didn't stop until she fell.

"Childe, drink some tea to moisten your throat." The good voice seems to be disgusted and happy, tactful and affectionate.

Rong Fantian's head trembled slightly, and he easily broke the silent deadlock.

Fanyin Ji, who is famous in Beijing, personally poured tea for it.

Who is Jing Mohuai? The scourge of the military revolution is not worried, and the bones are exposed.

He was such a quiet person, he said that he took her out of here, but for her, what difference did it make if she didn't leave.

Just as Jing Mohuai volunteered to stay in Hucheng at the beginning, Nan Mo will not choose to leave with him now.

This man is the son of King Cheng'an, plain and white, better than brocade clothes, and the accumulation of countless honors will only make him more noble.

His eyebrows and eyes are sparse, and he finally reveals a little coldness, the elegance and gentleness imprinted in his heart are him, and the ruthlessness and coldness under those facts are also him.

Nan Mo looked at the undisguised affection in Rong Fan's eyes, and then said slowly: "The sky here is different from my hometown, it is clean and pure, there, killing a person is a great thing." The human heart is sinister, but it is also much more equal. The people here, they bow down, they are pious, they are in the arrangement of fate, crawling forward. Give your soul to someone else's master, and give your fate to the ghosts and gods to grind. ”

Her expression was extremely moved, but the second half of the sentence was not spoken, she wanted to say, from the emperor to the people, there are thousands of living beings, and there is always a place to return with the lights burning. Only her, the soul has nowhere to dwell, maybe there was, but now there is none.

She looked up at him, and her voice seemed to be stained with moonlight, and became soft and light.

"I always felt that I was detached from here, and every time my back was bent, every time my head was drooped, I felt deeply uncomfortable."

She chuckled, "You said you were taking me away, but you were just bringing an object, how different it was from a canary in a cage and a chess piece in a chess jar." ”

"But Jing Mohuai ......"

Her voice was low and invisible, but it still seemed to be loud, "Not everyone is a pawn at your mercy. ”

She stretched out her right hand, the early spring sunlight penetrated through her fingers, as if it was substantially penetrating, she shook it in a circle, and said with a smile: "Jing Mohuai, I met in Hucheng, I am very happy to have met you, and I am also very happy that you have given me this period of warmth." ”

Then he stretched out his curled palms, and smiled even more, "In this way, we will break up in two,"

Rong Fan stood on the side, she didn't understand......

She thought that all women were just a few fixed appearances, or delicate and charming, or ruthless and controlling, or this woman was just a low-status girl, but it was different from what she saw, those pretentious and pretentious women in the imperial capital.

It's not like a childish woman who can't get on the stage and is timid.

When she looks at anyone, she doesn't look at the flattery of the supreme magnates, not pretending to be high, but very pure, as if she has lost her truth.

But it is clearly vivid, obviously slender and fragile, but it is also resolute like a decisive general.

In the end, Nan Mo sighed, "Jing Mohuai, can I ask you for something?" ”

She said that she requested, but her face was not humble or flattering, "Since you have achieved your goal, then, let Jingmi go." "He won't do anything to the Hou family, but Jing Mi is Master Jing's own daughter.

She's not a bodhisattva, she just wants to keep the people she wants to keep.

He bowed slightly. It can be regarded as a consensus, and she exchanged this deception wrapped in the mirror flower Qiuyue for the life of a friend.

Nan Mo then smiled, and smiled crisply, as if he had let go of the important things in his heart.

Kyoto is prosperous, he is the son of King Cheng'an, and in the future, Ding bell jade, pulp wine and Huo meat, should be excellent.

"After many years, I wish to never see each other, I bless you, find a person with one heart, and the white head will not be separated."

She blessed him earnestly, closed her eyes gently, and felt the sunlight shine through the window for a moment, dazzling slightly on her eyelids.

After a long time, she opened her eyes, and her gaze was as clear as usual.

In front of the Jingfu Gate, thousands of black Xiao troops stood on both sides, and the soldiers came out licking blood from the tip of the knife, and the momentum was pressing. Even if you are a nobleman, you must have a relationship in these cold looks.

But the woman walked in front of these soldiers step by step, with a calm expression, even with a relaxed smile. Halfway through, suddenly, as if she remembered something, her face was dull for a moment.

Then she smiled softly again, and a sharp look flashed, so resolute, as if it could fade all the colors in this world.

She raised her hand and pulled out a soldier's knife, her chin raised a little, and the corners of her lips almost curled.

The hand rises and falls, the mutton fat hosta, the jade is broken and falls, and the jade color is dotted all over the place, as if the pear blossoms are scattered, and the fingers injured by the sword qi are dripping with blood.

There was a little bit of vermilion on the sheep fat jade, and she threw the knife away, relieved.

As far as everyone could see, the woman's black hair was spread out, her clothes were hunting, and her face was stunning, and she couldn't be forced to look at her.

The coolness was as dense as the texture, and it was already early spring, but Jing Mohuai in the house suddenly felt that the chill was unbearable.

The man coughed violently suddenly, and his pale face was as pale as snow for a moment, and those pains were now coming quickly and urgently after being deliberately suppressed.

The man slammed back into the Nanmu wheelchair behind him, followed by an even more violent and horrified cough.

Ersheng was about to help, but he suddenly raised his hand and stopped Ersheng's movements.

He smiled suddenly, from shallow to deep, what kind of extreme flamboyance was that? The mountains and water are by no means enough to depict their shapes, the ice and fire are not enough to paint their bones, and the clouds are not enough to imitate their gods.

It makes everyone feel that they are not extravagant and can't bear to look away.

Just when everyone was amazed by the color of the alluring city, he slowly recited: "March twenty-eleven, a month early, it's a pity. ”

In the forty-sixth year of Dasheng, the twenty-first day of February.

The old lady of Jingfu died suddenly, the old lady of Jingfu was in a different place, and the two aunts and aunts died and fled, leaving the two orphan sisters in vain to support the crumbling family business.

"Lord, you see, the best tea fruits, hibiscus cakes, and autumn jelly...... It was served on a plate made of pure silver. The little two runners ran up to the private room on the second floor panting with a wooden tray.

"Come here", the man's lips are deeply vermilion, the hibiscus is like a face, and the eyebrows are like a knife.

The little second stubbornly went up, not daring to look up, only to see the glass trim on the waist of this little boy, with jade embellishments, rich and noble.

"When I was a master, I don't know the goods, right? Fool me with these silver-plated goods? ”

The young man who called himself Xiao Ye slammed on the head of the little two with a "snap".

"Small, this is also saving you money, isn't it?" Xiao Er ignored the pain on his head, and tried his best to flatter, and when he looked up, he saw that on the head of this noble son, the purple jade crossed the lotus crown, and two strands fell in front of the temples, looking quite charming.

"Long-winded, what you have is more money." Shen Yisheng was extremely impatient, he was originally a Kyoto Yijie Liang Xuan, all the food was 10,000 yuan a day, he wore silk and silk, he lived in the mountain knots, and he was the time to win.

As a result, he came to this poor and remote Hucheng, and he can be regarded as seeing what it means to be poor and vicious and greedy for money.

"Yes, yes, what you have is money," the junior who ran the hall nodded busily.

Shen Yisheng turned his head and said, "Fulai, there is really nothing interesting in this Hucheng, I will leave tomorrow." ”

"Hey", the little guy who was called to Fulai shook the fat on his waist, and he was happy.

If the little young master wants to stay like this any longer, he will have to peel off his skin when he goes back.

In a blink of an eye, this little boy forgot about Fang Cai's unhappiness, and happily took Fulai to the gambling house in Hucheng again.

This little boy looks extraordinary, with a dark green brocade robe, and the inner trim is actually glazed inlay, and his demeanor is quite noble. The connoisseur who often hangs in the casino is ready to make a big deal on him.

But who knew that after a dozen of them, the little boy actually made a lot of money, but it was them who begged for cheapness, and they didn't take advantage of it, but lost a lot.

Shen Yisheng was even more motivated, and instructed Fulai to go to the restaurant to order tea and snacks, and continue to gamble.

Gradually, there were more and more chips piled up in his hand, and Shen Yisheng became more and more excited, not noticing the ill-will of several people around him looking at him.

The sun was setting in the west, Shen Yisheng yawned, complained about the turtle speed of Fulai, and it began to rain outside.

A thin and small man looked bright, pressed the gambling table with one hand, and pointed at Shen Yisheng with the other, "He is out of a thousand and cheats." ”

Before the crowd could understand what was going on, one of them, bearded, slapped the table, "Call me!" ”

Shen Yisheng was dumbfounded, these barbarians, they can't afford to lose so much?

A few calls, barbarians, really barbarians. Fortunately, Shen Yisheng's eyes were fast, and he didn't want to win the silver, so he ran away.

How could the victorious general in the gambling house spare him, and the arrival of Shen Yisheng today almost won their net worth. If you don't get out of this evil breath, how can you still mix in Hucheng?