My brother is so strong, I am also disappointed

That day a fire broke out at the Mohist House in the capital, and a big house was completely burned down.

It didn't take long for all kinds of strange rumors to spread in the streets and alleys——

"I heard that on the day when the Mo family was flooded, everyone in the house couldn't get out! The shouts were not heard! The whole family was burned to death. This is really a disaster!"

"What! Isn't there a son alive in his family? It's just that his eyes were damaged by the smoke!"

"Why is he alive when the whole family died? Who knows if he did it! This is retribution!"

"I also heard from the people next door to his house... It's more like his house was first silenced and then set on fire to destroy the body! Otherwise, how could there be no sound in the courtyard after the fire!"

And when Song Mingguang left the customs half a month later, Mo Yuanshan was waiting at the door.

"Song Shushou." Mo Yuanshan saluted him, "During my subordinate's trip to Ying City, my younger brother Mo Yuanxi and my mother were taken care of by Shushou. Thank you at the beginning of the book, and please allow Yuan Shan to thank you on your behalf."

"...It's good that you have this kind of heart." Song Mingguang was a little surprised, "It was your elder brother who told you..."

"The Mo family went into the water half a month ago, and none of the family members survived." Mo Yuanshan bowed his head and knelt in front of Song Mingguang, "When my elder brother was alive, he often told me that only Song Shushou could support me. Shan is willing to be the head of the book, and only asks the head of the book not to abandon me!"

"Get up, Yuanshan, you are a good boy, follow me well, don't worry about anything." Song Mingguang stepped forward to help Mo Yuanshan up, obviously feeling the young man's body trembling slightly, and couldn't help showing a loving smile.

"Shushou, Yuan Shan has something to ask." Mo Yuanshan stood up following Song Mingguang's strength, but still refused to raise his head, "The eldest brother said that Song Shushou was benevolent and brought his younger brother to the Song family for treatment. For the Mo family, he buried his younger brother and mother with higher etiquette, and the subordinates are really grateful, but I still hope that the location will be informed at the beginning of the book, so there will be a place to sacrifice and sweep in the Qingming Festival next year."

"It's getting late today, I'll take you there personally tomorrow." Song Mingguang said.

"Thank you, the head of the book." Mo Yuanshan saluted again, and when he raised his head this time, facing the noon sun, he still had a smiling face.

"Yuanshan, what's wrong with your eyes?" Song Mingguang suddenly found that Mo Yuanshan hadn't opened his eyes.

"That day when I was in the water, my subordinate happened to be going home. I wanted to go in to save someone, but who knew that the person was not saved, and his eyes were washed out by the smoke." Mo Yuanshan explained the whole story, and then hurriedly explained, "The book leader, I ...I am not completely blind, I can still see, and I will never delay the mission..."

"Yuanshan, don't worry, I'll do what I say, you should take a good rest, and I'll show you when the doctor Tianyi comes." Song Mingguang still comforted him with kind words.

"Yes, thank you, Head of the Book."

"Why bother to say thank you, you have been following me, just like my child, you are my family..."

Mo Yuanshan didn't listen to Song Mingguang's words, he just responded with a smile, thanked him with a smile, and left with a smile.

Now that you have decided to wear this layer of smiling face mask, you must be the winner who laughs till the end.

……

That night.

"Brother Yuanshan, can your eyes still see at night?" The Seventh Prince asked with concern.

"It's okay, I'm really not blind." Mo Yuanshan and the Seventh Prince squatted on the branch together, watching a group of people not far away digging soil hard to make a grave.

But Mo Yuanshan's eyes were indeed broken.

On that day, he slaughtered his whole family in great grief and anger. He used [-]% of his martial arts, and he would surprise and kill anyone he saw, almost one person at a time.

All the children of the Mo family practice martial arts, no matter how strong Mo Yuanshan is, he still has to face a few tough battles.

When he pierced the blood vessels in the second brother's neck with a short knife, before he could dodge in time, the spurted blood rushed into his eye sockets, and then the warm blood slid down the corners of his eyes before it landed cold.

From then on, in Mo Yuanshan's eyes, everything in the world was stained with blood.

He could see the white jade stele reflected by the torch, the shadowy human figure, and the full moon in the sky, but those images in his eyes lost their true colors, only dark or light red.

Mo Yuanshan knew that he couldn't kill Song Mingguang at this time, and he couldn't turn his back on Song Mingguang at the moment, and Song Mingguang was willing to spend a small cost to keep a helpless right-hand man.

For example, it was impossible for Song Mingguang to bury Mo Yuanxi, but he agreed to Mo Yuanshan's request, and temporarily sent someone to build two graves for Mo Yuanxi and the sixth wife.

And those who built the grave would naturally pretend to look for the two abandoned corpses——

And what Mo Yuanshan wanted was the location where they threw the corpse.

In the next few days, the seventh prince secretly led people to dig three feet in the mass grave, and finally found most of the sixth wife and Mo Yuanxi through the clothes and accessories that were not completely rotting—they had already been reduced to bones, And incomplete.

"Brother Yuanshan..." The Seventh Prince racked his brains to comfort Mo Yuanshan, "Mr. Sacred Hand Renzhi can heal ghosts and can make bones into puppets like real people. If you want, I have a way to ask him Come……"

"Okay." Mo Yuanshan agreed very simply.

"Both of them..."

"No, let mother be buried in peace, and Yuan Xi will just accompany me." Mo Yuanshan gently stroked the white jade hairpin of the sixth wife who was still stained with mud, "When I die, please bury him with me again, Your Highness." together, okay?"

"With me by your side, you won't die!"

"Will do."

The Seventh Prince was speechless. Even though the two of them once embraced each other and tried to find a little comfort from their family members from each other, they both knew in their hearts that no matter how close they were, they could not become real family members.

When Mo Yuanshan lost his mother and younger brother, the Seventh Prince couldn't say "just treat me as Mo Yuanxi" no matter what.

"Brother Yuanshan... I will help you. Whatever you want, I will help you." The Seventh Prince said after deliberating, "Earlier...there were also accidents in the palace, but now that my brother has ascended the throne, I can do many things !"

"I would like to be the Seventh Prince... No, I would like to die for Prince Rui." Mo Yuanshan was about to kneel down to salute upon hearing this, but was interrupted by the Seventh Prince who was promoted to Prince Rui again.

"Brother Yuan Shan, don't be like this, we are still friends." Prince Rui was very aggrieved, "You are so polite to me, do you think I am the same as other people in your eyes? You must make me feel the same as your brother. Do you feel cold?"

Mo Yuanshan was silent for another moment, he took Prince Rui into his arms, and said softly: "I'm sorry, Qiuchi, it's a blessing in life to have a friend like a king."

……

"Then... how did the Sixth Wife die?" After listening to the story told by Prince Rui, I was still a little puzzled while being emotional.

Prince Rui unabashedly gave me a big roll of eyes: "Either I was killed because of my resistance, or because Mo Yuanxi's death followed him. Mo Yuanxi is the sixth wife's life. If he dies, the sixth wife will not Living alone." Then he sighed, "Brother Yuanshan also knows this, because Mrs. Six and Mo Yuanxi are also his home."

"Their grave...can I go and see it? I will burn the manuscript to him after I finish writing it." I cautiously asked another question.

Prince Rui and I were sitting opposite each other across a table, but when he heard the words, he suddenly straightened up, put his hands on the table, and pressed his whole face in front of my eyes: "The writer of the Xia family, who are you?" Ah? Why did he entrust his last wish to you?"

"..." Prince Rui's delicate face was full of murderous looks, but I really didn't know how to answer.

Thinking about it, Mo Yuanshan and I have never had a heart-to-heart relationship at all. Just judging from the deliberate temptations and inadvertently revealed words, we may not even be considered friends.

"Quickly tell me what kind of relationship you two have!" Prince Rui insisted.

"This...I...he took good care of me. I said he was a good man and I liked him but he didn't believe me, so I was rejected?"

"That's it." Prince Rui immediately felt relieved, and sat back, "This king is always rejected by him."

I suddenly felt that Prince Rui's brain was also very worrying.

"Since you and I are people of the same path, there is no need to be polite. My lord is always hospitable, today you will stay here with me, and tell me the stories you know!" Prince Rui became interested, and immediately He waved for someone to fetch another drink.

The two of us drank Mo Yuanshan's story until midnight, Prince Rui finally got down on the floor, and not only was I fine, I didn't even feel sleepy at all.

But I didn't dare to move or leave, because Prince Rui's drink made me cry and laugh, and now I'm tired from crying, and I'm sleeping on my lap as a pillow, drooling.

I turned my head and saw a clear and bright full moon through the slightly open window. Tonight is really suitable for telling stories and listening to stories.

I reorganized the story I heard in my heart, and I had to sincerely lament that Mo Yuanshan really had an extraordinary forbearance and careful planning every step of the way. He used all available people and things, including Prince Rui, including Me, including Qian Chongxue.

I only found out today that when Song Mingguang lived in the Jiushan School, Mo Yuanshan asked for leave in name, but in fact, in the name of Hongyan Shu, he secretly sent a message to the family of the school, inviting them to go to Xishan Xuefeng and stay all the way. mark.

He pointed out different paths for those heads and Prince Rui's team, let Prince Rui follow us, but deliberately led those heads to Qian Chongxue.

Because he has been Song Mingguang's confidant for many years, no one doubts that the head and the head have personally attended the scene, thus facilitating the duel between Elder Yan and Song Mingguang, and he really got a chance to win.

The last time Xia Yu told me about this, I was in a bad mood and didn't pay attention. Now that I think about it, without Mo Yuanshan's secret help, it would have been really difficult for Qian Chongxue to recruit so many righteous people.

And this is just one of the many little things he does.

Before the final fatal blow, Mo Yuanshan seemed to have been drifting away from everyone, wearing a smile mask made of hatred for eight years, and step by step, quietly changed Song Mingguang's confident layout.

On the surface, he obeyed Song Mingguang's orders, and at the same time gave me and Xia Yu limited help, euphemistically saying "leave one more way out for myself".

But in fact, he has always left himself with only one dead end leading to his goal.

I once deliberately used a coquettish tone to say that he is a good person, that I like him, even though I also know that a person who resolutely commits ten/evil crimes cannot be called a "good" word anyway.

Now that I have seen and heard of him, I still don't understand what kind of person he is.

Is the story he wants me to write really what he tells me?He has fallen into sin/sin in this life and cannot be washed away, and he really doesn't want a good ending?

I want an answer.

Should I ask about his knife?

Should I ask about his grave?

Or should I ask Mrs. Six's hosta and Mo Yuanxi's fudge?

I looked up at the moon again. The jade rabbit on the silver plate was lazy and didn't bring the medicine pestle, leaving only a quiet silhouette holding a jar.

It seems that no one will answer me.

Thousands of words can't solve my worries, so I can only pour another glass of wine.