Quick Travel: Redeem the Villain

Everyone thought that the original owner and Mo Ziyu were mortal enemies, including Mo Ziyu himself.

However, when the original owner was implicated by his family and exiled, Mozi Yuri drank heavily for two months.

Five years later, there was a general amnesty, and Mozi traveled thousands of miles to pick him up.

The moment Mo Ziyu heard that the original owner committed suicide the day before yesterday, Mo Ziyu turned black. All the bullshit royal family should be buried with me!

There was a bloody storm in the court. Mo Ziyu personally killed the emperor and several princes, and supported the only living idiot prince to take the throne.

Mozi Yu: If the country is going to perish, what does it have to do with me?

Mo Ziyu: It would be better to die.

After five years of exile, the original owner had an indelible scar on his face. The scar was so long that it could be described as disfigurement.

Finally, I was granted amnesty and could return to Beijing.

The original owner didn't want to face the ugly life that lay ahead, so he committed suicide.

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Lu Jing came to the small world just in time for the amnesty five years later, and the original owner had not yet had time to commit suicide.

"System, my face is so ugly..."

"Host, it will be fine. Don't worry, I'm here."

"Oh, I believe you."

"Don't worry, host. I'll treat it for you. We won't be ugly for a long time."

"Alright alright."

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"Master, we can go back to Beijing now. That's great. You don't have to suffer anymore." A young man who was three or five years younger than Lu Jing and was wearing tattered clothes said with tears in his eyes.

Lu Jing patted the boy's shoulder and said, "Ah Qi, don't cry. You and I have suffered a lot over the years. Our lives will get better and better in the future."

Ah Qi wiped her tears with her sleeve: "Ah Qi is not suffering, Young Master is suffering."

Ah Qi was originally just a little beggar living on the street, with a miserable fate and a miserable life. Fortunately, he met the kind-hearted original owner. The original owner took him in and gave him the same surname as himself, naming him Lu Qi.

However, the good times did not last long, and the original owner met with misfortune and was exiled. At this difficult moment, the original owner couldn't bear to involve Ah Qi, so he persuaded him to leave. But Ah Qi firmly stated that he did not want to leave, and wanted to go to the place of exile with the original owner to take care of the original owner.

Five years ago, when the original owner was eighteen years old, his father was accused of treason and collaborating with the enemy. This charge put the entire family in a desperate situation. The innocent father was sent to the guillotine and beheaded in public. The original owner and other family members were demoted to exiles, forced to leave their familiar home and embark on a road of exile. They carried shame and suffering, with an uncertain future and a miserable fate. This incident completely changed the original owner's life trajectory, and filled his heart with resentment towards injustice and injustice.

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"Does Master Lu Jinglu live here?"

Early the next morning, I heard someone shouting outside the thatched hut.

Opening the door, there was a young man dressed as a servant, followed by several big men.

"Mr. Lu! You...your face..."

"Are you Xiaozhu?" Lu Jing recognized that this was the servant of the original owner's teacher.

"Yes, sir, my master and young master asked me to take you back to Beijing."

In the memory, the original owner's teacher was the current Taifu, and the Taifu's grandson Huarong was the original owner's good friend.

In order to keep the original owner, the Grand Tutor knelt in the court for a whole day and night and almost lost his life.

Lu Jing: I will repay this kindness on behalf of the original owner.

"Teacher, is he... okay?"

"The master is fine, just waiting for you to come back."

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The next day, Mo Ziyu arrived.

"Who hurt your face?!" Mo Ziyu pinched Lu Jing's chin.

"Don't touch." Lu Jing slapped his hand away.

"Sorry... Lu Jing, I'm here to pick you up."