I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

It turns out that Queen Chen has a grudge against Mr. Mo’s ancestors. Inferring from this, Mr. Mo's ancestors must have been high-ranking people. Even though they are now in decline, they still have a group of loyal servants following them, as well as some old relatives and friends in the court.

The fragments of the past are gradually connected together. Although Young Master Mo is living in the wilderness, he still carries the air of a noble young master from an aristocratic family, and that is what he should be.

As soon as Mr. Mo stopped speaking, the system's prompt tone came.

"Hey. This time's 'Confession' has been completed. Use the shortcut system to reach the pinnacle of life! Thank you for your trust and support in version 1.3 of the shortcut system!"

When Luo Qianhuai put his hands on her body, Mr. Mo was already approaching, holding her shoulders tightly with both hands. His eyes were deep and dark, like the sea before a storm.

She has seen his indifference and coldness, treating human life as if it were nothing, and also seen his heavy intentions, playing with people's hearts with a few words, and even his gentle and dreamy words, which are as short-lived as fireworks and cannot be grasped, but they are not as good as this. At this time today, one could clearly see that his sanity was losing ground, and his whole body was on the verge of losing control, as if he was about to swallow her completely.

Luo Qianhuai subconsciously began to save himself. "Sir, this subordinate just said it casually. You don't need to explain it."

After saying this, it was as if she had not said it before. Mr. Mo's hand seemed to be harder, holding her shoulders painfully.

"Master, Master, I have something to say." Luo Qianhuai used his lotus skill, frowning slightly, looking at Mr. Mo with a pair of wet almond eyes, like a shy lotus room in the morning.

There was a flash of light in Mr. Mo's eyes, and his hands relaxed unconsciously.

This trick really works! Luo Qianhuai felt proud and quickly retreated, breaking out of Mr. Mo's grasp.

"It doesn't matter if you believe it or not." She whispered softly: "Although the little girl accidentally knew a little bit about the past, her intention is clear and can be judged by the sun and the moon. She definitely has no intention of harming the son. Why should he do it because of it? Blame me for a careless remark?"

She blamed the system's failure on accidents, and implicitly blamed Mr. Mo. Being convicted for speaking out has always been the standard for a foolish king. If Mr. Mo continues to care about it, he will be narrow-minded and petty.

Her little cleverness is not enough in Mr. Mo's eyes. If it were someone else to do it, he would definitely give the other person an unforgettable lesson, but since that person was Luo Qianhuai, the dark, nameless fire in his heart suddenly dissipated more than half.

Suddenly, he felt that there was no need to care about these trivial matters, including what the relationship between Luo Qianhuai and Empress Chen was.

In other words, he was willing to believe her excuse that was full of mistakes, and he was even happy that she was willing to take the trouble to explain it.

It doesn't matter who she was in the past, nor what she will do in the future. As long as she is willing to show off the appearance of being compatible with her as before, he will be happy with it.

This may be a kind of poison, no less toxic than the one given to His Majesty by Weng Guimi, and it may even be three points stronger.

Because when he took the poison, it was the first time in his life that he forgot to weigh the pros and cons, his original intention and the future, and the heavy burden on his shoulders. Like a moth flying into a flame, he took it resolutely even though he knew there would be a bottomless abyss ahead. I have no regrets so far, and I think I will be the same in the future.

"Yin Yin." He called her by small letters for the first time when he was awake: "I believe you. So I answered your question seriously, and now it's my turn to ask you."

His eyes were not as gloomy as before. There was a bright sun breaking through the clouds, so bright that it seemed to be printed directly into Luo Qianhuai's heart.

"Young Master, you can ask, but my subordinates will tell you everything they know about you, and they won't hide anything." Luo Qianhuai continued to use his magical power of the lotus system, expressing his loyalty seriously.

"You said you admired me before, but now you still do it?"

Luo Qianhuai regretted that he had dug another hole to fill in the system.

"Ah, the word admiration actually does not only refer to the love between men and women, but also contains the deep appreciation for beautiful things." Luo Qianhuai tried his best to make a new one without angering Mr. Mo. A vulgar interpretation.

"Qing means wholeheartedly, and admiration means the feeling of admiration. You are a man of great talent, strategy, and magnanimity. Who in the Lushuang camp does not admire and trust you wholeheartedly, and would rather die for you without regretting it?"

She made it up to the point where she could hardly stand listening to it, but Mr. Mo, instead of being annoyed, actually laughed in a low voice.

"On the contrary, a sharp tongue was born, and it holds a lotus flower." He continued: "Since he is willing to die, why did he just say he was unwilling without even listening to the master's instructions?"

It turned out that I was waiting for her here. Luo Qianhuai curled his lips secretly, but said: "It's the fault of my subordinates. You can speak frankly if you have any orders."

Mr. Mo sighed and reached out to stroke her black hair that was flowing down like a waterfall: "You know very well that I can't give you any orders."

This action was a bit too intimate, and Luo Qianhuai was not used to it.

She subconsciously took a step back again, her guarded look fleeting, but how could she escape Mr. Mo's eyes.

At this moment, he suddenly had an idea that was almost crazy. He would rather have Luo Qianhuai run into his arms with those innocent deer-like almond eyes just now and stab his chest with a sharp dagger. There is nothing more hurtful than such a calm and inadvertent expression of rejection.

He suddenly felt a little disinterested. "What I promised you will come to fruition soon." He returned to his cold demeanor as bright as the moon before, and instantly transformed back into the cold and majestic Lord he usually was: "What happens tonight must not be treated with caution. Anyone mentioned. Stand down."

Before he finished speaking, Luo Qianhuai had already responded abruptly and turned around to walk away, fearing that he would regret it.

The general opened the door, and another sentence came from behind:

"Mrs. Luo. Have you ever thought about what kind of husband you want to find in the future?"

Mr. Mo didn't know why he suddenly asked such a question. Every word he usually uttered has been repeatedly deduced in his mind, and he will never blurt it out. However, at this moment, looking at Madam Luo's hair and clothes blown away by the wind, he unconsciously asked. .

Luo Qianhuai stopped and did not look back.

"Sir, my subordinate is actually a person who is round on the outside and square on the inside. He is conservative and rigid in many things." She carefully thought about her words, preparing to nip someone's obvious little thoughts in the bud:

"Marriage has always been a matter of parents' orders and the matchmaker's words." She said it as seriously as she wanted:

"Of course my subordinates are no exception."