I'm clearly a villain [Quick Transmigration]

Qi Mo walked forward, holding the guqin in his arms cherishingly, frowning and looking at the broken strings on it, and the cracks on the surface of the piano.

His expression has become a little cold, as if he has noticed something.Qi Mo wiped off the dust on the guqin, and then walked straight into the house. When he walked in, his eyes fell on the overturned teacup, he stepped forward to pick it up, put it under his nose and sniffed it lightly.

Qi Mo's eyes sank when he smelled something.Holding the guqin in his arms, he performed lightness kung fu and flew towards his courtyard.

On the sixteenth day, the bright moon was extremely bright, and the scenery under the moon was like a silver veil. A figure flitted across the bright moon, like a fairy under the moon.

pat.

Qi Mo's step accidentally broke a branch, his eyes were already filled with a faint look of anger, and his dark eyes reflected the bright candlelight in the courtyard.

In his courtyard, there are only a dozen or so guards. Qi Jian is sitting under a peach tree. It is the place where Qi Mo and Su Daiying often paint and sing poems together. Qi Mo also specially built a set of bluestone tables and chairs .

At this very moment, on the stone table, there was a bean candle burning and a pot of wine.There was also a wooden box on the ground, and Qi Jian was still holding the paintings taken out of it to browse at will, while tasting the wine carefully.

Qi Mo's body was already trembling a little. He jumped down from the tree, ignoring the guards, staring fixedly at the things in Qi Jian's hands, walked over quickly, and said coldly, "Where's Ying'er?!"

He didn't salute in front of Qi Jian for the first time, but Qi Jian, who has always been the most face-saving, didn't care. He chuckled lightly and turned the wine glass in his hand: "It was later than I expected."

"But I didn't expect that my good son is still a painter." Qi Jian put the painting on the stone table, and said with a sneer, "Look at the beauty you drew, it's so vivid, you can smell it before you see it." .”

Qi Mo's eyes were cold, and he repeated word by word: "Where's Ying'er?"

Qi Jian laughed again, he glanced at Qi Mo lightly, and couldn't help feeling a little pity—his son was born with a good appearance, but unfortunately, this is not a daughter's house, otherwise he would be sent to the palace with Su Daiying go……

However, at this moment, Qi Mo couldn't hold back any longer, his hand was already on the sword at his waist: "Where is Ying'er!"

Qi Jian frowned, and shouted directly: "What do you look like! Do you want to strike your father with a sword!"

Qi Mo's face was as cold as ice, and there was even a murderous look in his eyes, but in the end, he took his hand away from the sword and asked again, "Where is Ying'er? Where is my Ying'er?" "

"Your Ying'er?" Qi Jian laughed again, he raised his eyebrows and said: "She is not your Ying'er now, but the concubine Li who is high above you."

"Concubine Li?" Qi Mo was taken aback, and then he reacted almost immediately, clenched his palm tightly, and murmured again: "...Concubine Li?"

Qi Jian sneered, and didn't want to talk to him anymore, he said: "You just need to know that Su Daiying is now His Majesty's concubine Li, the future queen! Take care of all your little thoughts, otherwise Su Daiying And you, there is no good fruit to eat!"

boom!

With a flick of his long sleeves, the oil lamp was thrown straight into the wooden box, the glass cover outside was shattered, the fire was ignited by the lamp oil, and the wooden box immediately became a fire.

A box of portraits was reduced to ashes, and Qi Jian threw the portrait in his hand into the fire. The fire instantly engulfed the drawing paper, and the beauties on the painting disappeared.

It seems that their past friendship has been turned into ashes along with this piece of paper, and they can never be found again.

Qi Mo stood in the courtyard all night.

After hearing that Su Daiying had entered the palace, the blood all over his body instantly became cold, it was so cold that it was covered with icicles, making him unable to move, a cold air flowed from his feet to the bottom of his heart.

The peach blossoms withered, and the delicate petals fell all over his body, and the whole courtyard was devoid of vitality.

When the sky was full of red clouds, the young man under the peach blossom tree had a slight reaction. He hugged the guqin, walked through the ashes on the ground, and walked into the house.

The floor and steps were unwashed and were stained with blood. Qi Mo closed his eyes and opened them again. His eyes had become extremely cold, and he had also become extremely cold, as cold as in September. of snow.

He walked all the way, only to see a mess all over the place, and all the familiar servants in the courtyard were beheaded, as if they were trying to silence them.

Those people were all old servants of the He family. Qi Mo couldn't help clenching his fists for what it meant to do so.

There was even a hint of blood in his eyes, and his face was obviously expressionless, but it made people feel extremely depressed for no reason, and even a little sad.

He stood still in the room for a long time, and when he opened his eyes again, there was no trace of leaked emotion in his whole body, like a piece of northern ice, no matter how good a sword is, it is difficult to leave a scar on it .

He went all the way to Qijian's courtyard.

At this time, most of the people hadn't gotten up yet, and this was not a day for Qi Jian to go to court. Qi Mo went all the way unimpeded, and was stopped when he reached the door of Qi Jian.

"Get out of the way." Qi Mo spat out two words.

His eyes are extremely quiet, like a pool of stagnant water that hardly fluctuates, and his aura is extremely cold, as if it has been polished and has seen blood on the sword.

The guard guarding the gate couldn't help but took a step back, but he realized that this seemed a cowardly move, so he took another step forward.

Qi Mo didn't hesitate, he drew his sword, swung it, and his head rolled on the ground, warm blood splashed on the door panel, and some splashed on Qi Mo's face and body.

The person blocking the way was gone, Qi Mo pushed the door open and entered, and the maid who heard the movement came out to check, seeing his Rakshasa-like appearance, she screamed and fell limp to the ground.

Qi Mo glanced at her lightly, and waited quietly in the courtyard.

When the people in Qi Jian's room heard the sound, several of them had already hid timidly, but there were still a few who could do the job. They put clothes on Qi Jian tremblingly, and then led him out.

Qi Mo has been waiting for about two quarters of an hour.

Qi Jian finally came out, and he brought a beautiful maid with him. The maid was pure and lovely, and he was lovable. One could tell what this old guy had done with the maid again.

When encountering Qi Mo like this, Rao Qijian claimed to have seen many big scenes, had faced Shengwei directly, and seen many iron-blooded generals who came down from the battlefield.

But he still shuddered.

The young man's figure was as tall and straight as a green bamboo, but he didn't have a trace of the romantic spirit that a young man should have. Instead, he was as sharp as a sword drawn from its sheath, and as cold as Yama of the underworld.

Just standing there, it seems that people have already seen the world of ice and snow, and the bloody murderous aura is wrapped in snowflakes, forming a world of its own.

His handsome face was stained with blood. Time had passed, and the blood stains had solidified into a dark red color, but it made the coldness in those eyes look like an impermanent ghost from the underworld.

When looking at him, it was like looking at a dead man.

Qi Jian's face became extremely ugly.

Qi Mo was still calm, he was still holding a sword in his hand, the blade was as white as frost and snow, not stained with a trace of blood.

"Father." Qi Mo looked at Qi Jian on the steps indifferently, obviously he was the one looking up, but his tone seemed to be ordering a servant, or the most humble one: "Let's go in and talk. "

It wasn't until noon that Qi Mo came out of Qi Jian's room.

No one knows what the two discussed, but afterwards, a letter was sent out from the Qi mansion and sent directly to the palace, and the second son of the Qi family also disappeared.

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of April, and on this day, another batch of newly conscripted novice soldiers came from the border town. They all wore decent clothes and flowed into the hundreds of thousands of barracks without a trace.

Only a group of old-age fritters who were in charge of logistics had any signs of recruits arriving, and the uniforms were handed out one by one, which was barely a bit of fun.

Among the northern lands, May, June and July are especially hot.It can peel off a layer of skin and flesh from a living person.

It is now the end of April and the beginning of May, and the weather is naturally extremely hot. The old soldier idly fanned the wind with his palm-sized palm, his sleeves were rolled up a lot, and his clothes were unbuttoned, revealing a large bronze-colored chest, and the upper Scary scars.

"Why are those dogs so restless? They try their best to mess around in such a hot day!"

The military man fanned the wind with his palm, and poured water into his mouth from a broken porcelain bowl, while the military man squatting next to him sighed, a little sleepy, and was still chewing grass roots.

"Don't mention it, look at this goddamn god, it may be another severe drought! You don't have a wife, but I still have an old lady. I don't know how she will live this year..."

"Bah, you think too much." The soldier gave a bah, asked for a grass root to chew on, tasted the sweetness in his mouth, and sighed a long time.

However, God seemed to be scolded to find a place, and he didn't even leave a melancholy time for the soldier. He was chewing grass roots with his eyes closed, and a black shadow covered him.

"Excuse me, take an example."

Although the voice was clear, it didn't fluctuate at all, making people feel irritable for no reason.

Jun Han opened his eyes, and immediately met a certain big face with a sarcastic aura.

The walking hatred value was calm, his eyes were cold, and there was a chill in his eyes when he looked at people, which made the soldier feel like he was in autumn, so he couldn't help but put on his clothes again, and then took out all the clothes from under the table , into a bag.

He saw a big footprint on the cloth bag, didn't know why, and was a little embarrassed, so he patted the dirt on it before passing the thing over.

Qi Mo, who has evolved from facial paralysis to an iceberg, glanced at him, then turned and left without saying a word of thanks.

However, the old You Tiao, who always had the habit of a ruffian, didn't get entangled much. The two slickers looked at each other and saw something in each other's eyes at the same time.

"This person doesn't look like a simple person..."

"Fart," another soldier cursed secretly, and he whispered, "Don't you smell it? This kid has already seen blood."

Among ordinary people, who has seen blood on their hands?

Once this kind of person comes here, at worst, he will be a centurion...

Look at the evil spirit on that kid, he is not an ordinary person.