Caught in the silence of memory, she stared at the night sky, and the perfect outline of her side face was no less beautiful than the starry sky. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhang Yan couldn't help but think that whether it was a mushroom or a spider, the more beautiful it was, the more poisonous it was.

It seemed that he could see what Zhang Yan was thinking, and Mo Yu said lightly: "This revenge is not avenged, Mo Yu really has the first secret of the ages!"

Zhang Yan said lightly: "However, Miss Mo's actions are no longer as simple as just killing Zhao Kuo. For the sake of blood feud, it seems that the well-being of the people of the Central Plains will be sacrificed. ”

Mo Yu listened to Zhang Yan's words, and a gentle smile appeared on his cold face: "Uncle Xiao also used his own life to verify Mo Yu's determination to take revenge. Therefore, if I don't slaughter all the people, how can I express my love for him. ”

"Love?" Zhang Yan couldn't help but ask, and said, "Doesn't Miss Mo add a 'respect' or other words in front of this word?"

Mo Yu smiled softly: "Brother Zhang feels incredible?"

Zhang Yan couldn't help but scratch his head, then shook his head again, and said, "There is indeed a little. But when I think about it, it doesn't seem to be much. ”

Mo Yu said lightly: "Any unbelievable ridiculousness, in the face of unreasonable love, will always be natural and logical." ”

sighed, and said sadly: "The moment I held my uncle's body and hugged it into my arms, I was no longer human. ”

Zhang Yan was silent, and said softly: "It's time." ”

"What's the time?"

Mo Yu smiled slightly: "Tonight is a bloody full moon night. In the future, the history books of Mongolia will add a heavy stroke to tonight, because tonight will be the beginning of the world of silence and blood. ”

Zhang Yan followed behind Mo Yu, and he didn't know how, he actually reminded: "The capital is important, and there are many masters, Miss Mo had better be careful." Mo Yu looked at Zhang Yan seriously: "Does Brother Zhang want to kill Mo Yu to avenge Uncle Xiao?"

Zhang Yan snorted and did not answer. Of course, I want to frustrate the silence in my heart, but I know that it is not enough to achieve it.

Mo Yu continued: "Then General Zhang must not treat the Burning Scripture Recipe as only the first martial art in the world so superficial! The breadth and profundity of the Burning Scripture Recipe is far beyond General Zhang's imagination. Although Mo Yu has only learned a little bit of it, but looking at the world, there is no one who can help Mo Yu. ”

Zhang Yan said with a little amusement: "Miss Mo seems to have forgotten that there is a person named Qin Xingya, and she also forgets that she is also a mythical existence with a full range of natural veins. ”

Mo Yu was not moved by Qin Xingya's name at all, but said seriously: "The last time you and I met, Mo Yu seemed to have already revealed the connotation. Therefore, if a genius who has high hopes is not achieved in the end, General Zhang must not be disappointed. Because what ruined this person was not the person's depravity or flashiness, but just too much praise from the people around him. ”

Speaking of this, Mo Yu added: "The so-called rookie of the Central Plains martial arts in your mouth is just a joke in Mo Yu's eyes. ”

Zhang Yan snorted angrily, but Mo Yu stopped: "It's here." ”

What Zhang Yan stepped on was the Royal Street.

Lin'an takes the royal street as the main road, and the royal street starts from the north gate of the imperial palace and the Ning gate, and ends at the Jingling Palace in the north of the city, with a total length of about five miles. And there is a word "royal" in the street, which is naturally the way of the Son of Heaven. Therefore, if someone dares to walk on the royal street for a long time, he will be imprisoned at least and killed at worst.

It is lively on both sides of the Royal Street, but on the Royal Street, it can be quiet and peaceful. The silence under the hustle and bustle makes people feel as if they are born in another distant world, realistic but dreamy.

Mo Yu closed his eyes at this time and said coldly: "Right now, there is indeed a powerful master staying in Lin'an, but unfortunately, he doesn't plan to stop Mo Yu to damage his detachment. In fact, the so-called masters are just like this poignant starry sky, too close to the fireworks of the world, not enough to show their mystery. ”

"Xiao Yu!" A surprised voice came, and Zhang Yan turned to look at a young man with obviously luxurious clothes.

His drunken face was even more pale, and there was a knot of sorrow between his eyebrows, but after seeing Mo Yu, he seemed to suddenly get out of the sea of sorrow, full of ease and joy.

With just this expression, Zhang Yan knew that the person in front of him had extremely deep feelings for Mo Yu, perhaps it could be said to be love.

He stretched out his arms, as if he wanted to embrace Mo Yu. However, the characteristics of silence and coldness, and the supreme ability of restraint, made him dare not act abruptly. As a result, Zhang Zhan also thinks that there should have been a relationship between Mo Yu and him. Otherwise, how can there be an action like hugging between the opposite sex.

His drunken spirit suddenly dissipated as if he had been empowered, and he said excitedly: "I'm afraid we haven't seen each other for ten years!

At this time, he also suddenly came back to his senses, remembering that Mo Yu was still the identity of the imperial court, and it was definitely not suitable for reminiscing in this crowded place.

Mo Yu followed behind him full of joy without saying a word, but the corners of his mouth were filled with a sneer.

When Zhang Yan saw it, his heart was cold. It is no wonder that people often say that it is difficult to collect the water, it is difficult to round the broken mirror, and time can change a person the most. Just like now, he may still be the same person he was back then, even if he escapes reality and gets drunk, his original intention remains the same. However, Mo Yu is no longer the Mo Yu he once was.

He carefully escorted Mo Yu, and if he was too worried about it, he would be prone to gains and losses. Just looking at his cautious and cautious gaze on the left and right, Zhang Yu felt ridiculous. Because he doesn't look like a rich boy at all, but like a thief, he doesn't care about his demeanor at all.

did not stop at the solemn and deep door of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he walked directly with Mo Yu and Zhang Yan swaggeringly, and the subordinates around the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion did not forget to bow down and greet: "The young master is back!"

Only then did Zhang Zhan know his identity, it turned out to be the grandson of Prime Minister Zhan Zhengrong, Zhan Li. Zhan Lisong is the head of the four sons of the capital, and he is the most legendary. Before the age of fifteen, he never forgot to write poems, and his talent was the best in the world, and he was known as a prodigy. But later, all of a sudden, the night changed, the will was depressed, the alcohol was indulged, and the decadence was like the walking dead.

His fall is a loss for the entire Great Song Dynasty and a regret in the history of the literary world.

Only now did Zhang Zanan know that he had become like this, probably because Mo Yu was not around.

There are 100,000 words in the world, and only the love word is the most murderous.

It wasn't until he completely stepped into the Prime Minister's Mansion that Zhan Lisong breathed a sigh of relief, and seemed to be much more at ease. Then as if he had changed someone, he said brightly: "Grandpa will be very happy if he sees Xiao Yu." ”

Mo Yu finally opened his mouth to him, and said coldly: "In the past ten years, whenever Mo Yu stared at the starry night without sleep, he never forgot half a point of his old man. ”

Zhang Yan couldn't help but sigh, and said helplessly: "It seems that Gongzi Zhan already has a wife, and she also gave birth to a son. ”

Zhan Lisong glanced at Zhang Remnant in surprise at this time, as if he didn't realize Zhang Remnant's existence until this moment. However, he was not curious about Zhang Yan's identity, and with a beautiful vision for the future, he smiled and said: "It's over! Why did I have any feelings for her?"

A dark cloud obscured the full moon.

Zhang Yan looked at Zhan Lisong with pity on his face and couldn't hide his joy, but in his heart he thought of what Mo Yu had just said: Tonight is a bloody full moon night.