Flowers bloom impermanently, and the face is thin. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When Mo Zhongqing slowly carved these eight words on the wooden board, it was already the end of the night.

Although the winter sun has shone all over the earth at this moment, the thin sunlight can't warm the frozen soil, let alone Mo Zhongqing's cold heart.

There were dozens of freshly carved wooden plaques beside him, and nearby there were deep pits that had been filled with new soil.

In the deep pit is buried the dead old family servant of the Li family, buried Li Lao himself, as well as Brother Li whom he admires, and Li Xiangyun, who has a thin life.

He couldn't remember what he felt when he saw that cold face, but he remembered that he didn't accuse Dong Zhaoyi on the side, but silently picked up the sword and began to dig the pit ruthlessly.

Originally, so many bodies were buried in a big pit, which was considered to be a fulfillment of the morality of the rivers and lakes, and worthy of their Li family.

But he didn't know what kind of psychology he was in at that time, and he began to dig one after another, and the sword in his hand broke and changed, and then broke and broken, until his waving arms began to numb, and it was not until this numbness began to numb the heart, that he felt a little better.

During this period, Dong Zhaoyi wanted to help more than once, but he had to stop his movements under his cold gaze.

Mo Zhongqing didn't want to accuse her, because he knew that no matter what he said, it would not cause even the slightest emotional fluctuation in this woman.

Her joys, sorrows, and sorrows, with day after day of amnesia, had become as if she had never been born with it, so her heart was as cold as a piece of ice.

What can you say about a piece of ice?

He only hated why he didn't stay last night, and if he stayed, he would never allow this kind of tragedy to happen!

"Click!"

The plank in his hand snapped at the sound of his anger.

Mo Zhongqing threw it away, and subconsciously touched the place where the wooden planks were originally stacked on the left, but when he touched it, he didn't know that it was empty.

He sighed, and was about to get up to do some more, when a new blank plank arrived in front of him.

Mo Zhongqing looked up along the plank and saw the eyes that were as unchanged as a barren river.

He smiled, and finally spoke, "Miss Dong, is this doing me a favor?"

Seeing that Dong Zhaoyi was silent and still maintained the posture of handing the plank, Mo Zhongqing sighed and said again: "I didn't ask you to help me do anything, but since you can help this gang afterwards, why didn't you help me prevent the tragedy from happening at the beginning? Why did you still sit back and watch the tragedy expand afterwards? Why can you still kill her calmly in the end!"

"She begged me to ......"

"She begs you, so you kill her!"

"She wants to ......"

"She wants to die, so you think you helped her?"

Mo Zhongqing's anger that had been held back all night finally broke out, the wooden board in his hand had been pinched by him and creaked, and the wooden thorns were deep in his palms but he was still unconscious, staring at his scarlet eyes and staring coldly.

Dong Zhaoyi was stunned for a moment, as if he had never seen "Immortal Venerable" so angry in his memory, but he was only stunned, and then he still said: "Your Excellency is angry..."

Mo Zhongqing laughed angrily, this is like spilling a wave of anger on a piece of solid ice that has no effect, so that people have nowhere to vent.

He looked at Dong Zhaoyi's expression, sighed gloomily, and said slowly: "Do you know?

But we mortals are different from you as fairies, we don't have the same unwavering will as you, and each of us will be in pain and despair. And when a person is struggling and wandering on the edge of despair, even if no one pulls her, he should not push her off the cliff according to her wishes!"

Dong Zhaoyi listened quietly, and nodded when he finished speaking. It's just that her expression is still indifferent, as if she is just nodding to follow Immortal Venerable's wishes.

Mo Zhongqing looked at her and sighed, and suddenly said word for word: "If every immortal is as indifferent to life and death as you and Qi Yanzhi, then what kind of immortal do I Mo Zhongqing cultivate, what kind of Tao do I ask?!"

Mo Zhongqing pointed to his heart and said this, took the wooden plaque and engraved the inscription again, and then picked up all the wooden tablets and walked towards the mound.

Looking at Mo Zhongqing's busy figure alone, Dong Zhaoyi's eyes moved frequently, faintly revealing a little hesitation, in fact, she had mastered a way not to lose her memory, and she found that as long as she didn't sleep, her memory would continue.

But in the end, she chose not to say anything, did nothing, just quietly accompanyed, and the slightly thin figure was stretched longer and longer by the morning sun at this moment.

"Actually, it's really lonely to live alone......"

Five days later, it took a lot of trouble for the two of them to enter the heavily guarded city.

Although it was not easy to enter the city alone, the person they were looking for was in the young marshal's mansion, which was the most solidly defended among the ten thousand cities.

Originally, Mo Zhongqing wanted to visit the young marshal's mansion at night, but after thinking about it, this young marshal may not be the second senior brother Mo Shaoying.

If it is discovered, not only will the two of them be in danger, but every household in this ten thousand cities will also be turned upside down by the officers and soldiers on the grounds of thorough investigation of thieves.

Mo Zhongqing even knew that Chen Yu must also be in this ten thousand cities, so they couldn't act rashly. After a few days of investigation and investigation, I finally had some eyebrows and came to the "Yipinju" in the city.

Speaking of this product is one of the industries of Taisufang, after experiencing the unsuccessful assassination of the saint by Zhuo Yuqing, the owner of the inner square, the teaching workshop of teaching women's poetry, calligraphy, etiquette and music in the inner square of Taisufang has been deserted.

However, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, although there is no longer the style of the past in this inner workshop, but its large and small outer workshops are still open as usual and operate separately.

No, the crowds of people in the city are still endless.

However, business was still thriving in the midst of this war, thanks to one man, a young general, whom everyone called the young marshal.

The reason why he is called a young marshal is not only because he has won a hundred battles, but also because he was appreciated by Xinggong at a young age and took charge of a handsome seal.

And the more important reason is that this young marshal will definitely patronize the Qinglou here whenever he goes, and most of the girls who can be summoned by the young marshal will have their cheeks and linger after the young marshal leaves, faintly looking forward to meeting again.

It is said that the young marshal is generous and handsome, and what Qinglou woman would not like such a young and golden, and the military power is in power?

And according to private rumors: "Although the young marshal is romantic, he is not indecent." "If someone asks again and plans to get to the bottom of it, it will be difficult for a woman like a Qinglou to speak.

At this moment, Mo Zhongqing quietly listened to a woman named 'Qingqing' tell this.

According to the old bustard, she was fortunate to be summoned by the young marshal to meet twice, so if you say that the person who is most familiar with the young marshal, I am afraid that there is no second person in this quality who can compare to the young girl.

The old bustard told Mo Zhongqing these for no reason, naturally there is a purpose, imagine a girl who was summoned by the young marshal, even if she was born in a Qinglou, her value has doubled, and this daily money is naturally several times that of an ordinary girl.

So Mo Zhongqing had to spend a lot of money to take her down.