[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

"why?"

Duan Qingling danced his small palms to protest, and at the same time stretched out his hands to pull the corner of Mo Yu's blue clothes in aggrieved way. The childish voice was as sticky as cakes soaked in honey, and his delicate skin, Like fresh snow on the branches of a winter dawn.

Mo Yu, who was lying on the ground, rolled on the spot. Although he was still a child at this time, he was still a full year older than Duan Qingling. Since he wanted to hide, Duan Qingling naturally couldn't catch him. he.

Duan Qingling jumped in the air, and a grievance immediately appeared on her small face with red lips and white teeth, but Mo Yu stopped the grievance before it turned into tears.

"I just said, I won't let you call me brother, not that I'm not your brother."

The clear explanation of the child, if the cool wind blows in the spring, it is clear and clean.

Duan Qingling couldn't tell the difference between the two, he stood quietly opposite Mo Yu in doubt, neither crying nor making trouble.A pair of sparkling eyes stared earnestly at the dark blue silk and satin clothes of Mo Yu.

And that gentle and peaceful color became the last impression he had in his short-term prosperity.

****

In that year, the young master of the Duan family was six years old, and in that year, Duan Qingling was five years old. In that year, the Duan Hou's mansion was ablaze and burned for four full hours.

Duan Qingling was at a loss in the scarlet flames, the little child still didn't understand what this long night that could not wake up meant?

However, the dense smog made his eyes hurt, and the breath of the heat wave engulfed him. The majestic and luxurious Duanhou Mansion disappeared in a sea of ​​red. And the nine-curved corridor that was passed through by the mother holding hands, now, there are only burning ashes and bloody corpses left.

Duan Qingling started to flee, and the dust from the heat wave stained the fish pattern on the children's cloud boots.He wants to go through this huge Hou Mansion and go outside the gate.Before that, he never knew that Duanhou's mansion was so big, just like he didn't know that there were so many people in Duanhou's mansion.

All you see on the road are dead bodies.

A lot of dead bodies!

From the Qiao sister who tends the hibiscus in the garden, to the servant who burns the fire and carries the firewood, from the maid who embroiders exquisite handkerchiefs, to the master who is full of "it is true".The reason why Duan Qingling could still recognize them was that they all died peacefully.

They were not burned to death!

They died before the fire, their faces showed no pain, and even their movements were as natural as they were when they were alive, and the phantoms of the fire were mottled on these pale faces.

At first glance, the people in the mansion seem to be just resting and taking a nap in their free time.But Duan Qingling knew that after they died, they would soon turn into charred skeletons, and this kind of fantasy added a sense of eerieness to the blazing Hou Mansion.

Dodging the falling beams, throwing away the flaming robes, walking through the burning garden, stepping over the dead bodies in the front yard, the little children walked quickly through this hell on earth, and pushed straight to the gate of Nahou Mansion ,

……

The door does not move,

That door is locked!

***

It seems that the door of Duan Hou's mansion has never been opened for Duan Qingling.

Even back then, when he entered the house wrapped in swaddling clothes, he used a small sedan chair with a side door.

It is said that that night, the always dignified and virtuous Mrs. Hou's Mansion smashed seven or eight antique cultural toys, plus a makeup box of tourmaline jewelry.But Duan Qingling, that infant child, ended up living in a side courtyard of Lord Hou's mansion, because he is Lord Duan's biological heir.

Time has proved the tolerance of the lady of the Hou Mansion. In the past six years, she has treated the motherless baby as if she was her own. She has never treated harshly, until today...

To this day, with the flames soaring into the sky, she stood outside the gate of the Hou Mansion, using a copper lock to firmly seal Duan Qingling's door of life.

***

Let's talk about this side outside the door.

Like all princely and noble families, the gate of Duanhou Mansion is extremely imposing. From the outside, it is a wide gate of red vermilion lacquer solid wood. On the top, there is a black gold silk nanmu plaque, inscribed with three big characters of dragon, flying and phoenix dancing. , Just looking at it makes people feel extravagant and extravagant.

And tonight, Mrs. Duan Hou and his six-year-old son are standing outside the vermilion lacquered gate.

The woman's red lips parted slightly, and her tone was soft and gentle, like the most common loving mother in the world, teaching and explaining to her child, "I set it on fire, but the one who killed it was your brother's own mother, heartbroken and scattered, Within three hours after being poisoned, dead but not stiff... Tianyi Pavilion's skillful handwriting, logically... we should be lying there now."

Mo Yu quietly listened to his graceful and luxurious mother, detailing the past.As for the desperate cries behind the wooden door and the sound of little hands beating on the heavy wooden door, both of them turned a deaf ear to them.

However, Mo Yu did it because she knew the plot well, while the woman did it because she felt relieved about revenge.

Five years ago, the saint of Tianyi Pavilion, Mo Qing Yuling, was humiliated and became pregnant with the protagonist. Because it was related to the face of the royal family and Tianyi Pavilion, the turmoil was forcibly suppressed. The saint had no choice but to keep her child and token. She returned to Tianyi Pavilion again, but the seeds of revenge were planted just like that.

Later, that saintess seized the position of Pavilion Master and came to seek revenge and find a son, but she forgot that she is not the only woman in this world who is smart, decisive, and forbearing.

"When Qing Ling was brought into the mansion by that woman, I knew there would be such a day." The day when the Duan family was wiped out.

Madam Duan Hou smiled sadly, her eyes drooping slightly.A woman who was born with beauty and high temperament was especially pitiful because of such sadness.She turned her head to her son and asked, "Good boy, do you think your mother is beautiful?"

Mo Yu's black eyes were warmed by the firelight, and he nodded slightly to his biological mother who was dying in this life.

Mrs. Hou Fu couldn't help smiling again, she pinned a jade feather on Mo Yu's waist with half pity and half joy, and said plaintively, "Your mother is beautiful in person, but she will take you away later. But that woman is a thousand times more beautiful than your mother...she even wants to be your mother."

Across the gate, Qing Ling's crying gradually subsided, but the fire spread, bringing up pieces of spark dust, floating down like fire butterflies.

Mo Yu looked sideways slightly, and after some calculation, the protagonist's eyes should have been blinded by smoke.But Mrs. Duan Hou just thought it was Mo Yu who couldn't bear it, she parted her red lips slightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "What are you looking at? This is what he deserves."

Mo Yu remained silent, she didn't know, if it wasn't for his wife's insistence on letting Qing Ling suffer this, Qing Ling wouldn't be able to continue living.

The shadow of the flame danced on Mrs. Duan Hou's face, and she stared at Mo Yu's face with sad eyes for a long, long time before she said with tears in her eyes, "Let's do it."

Mo Yu nodded again, pulled out the dagger at his waist with his backhand, and understood the life of the person in front of him as quickly as possible.

****

Mo Yu knew that this noble woman was doomed to die, even though she was his biological mother in this world.

The script of this world tells a story of brotherly enmity, but Mo Yu feels that it is more like an entanglement left between two women.

Mrs. Duan Hou has glimpsed the determination of the saint. She knows that Tianyi Pavilion is good at using medicine, so it is also good at using poison. It is impossible to guard against.But what the holy girl left for her own flesh and blood was a jade feather that could protect people from all kinds of poisons.In his mind, the more he thought about it, the more fearful he became.

The proud wife couldn't forgive Lord Hou's infidelity, just like she couldn't let go of her mother's love for her son. Under the shadow of the saint's huge revenge, she finally came up with a way to do both.

Steal the beam and replace the pillar, the method of embedding flowers and trees.

She wants her son to live!

***

The child's crystal-clear white fingers stroked the Mo Qingyu feather pinned to her waist. In the quiet moonlit night, Mo Yu watched the fire grow bigger and bigger, burning, and devouring the golden plaque of Duanhou Mansion.

After tonight, there will be no Marquis Duan's mansion, just like there will be no eldest son of the Duan family after tonight.

This is an opportunity his mother bought for him at the price of her life. After tonight, he will change completely.

He became the son of the saint, and he could only be the son of the saint.

Mo Yu stood quietly in front of the burning gate, Qing Ling's desperate cries were no longer behind the gate, and the crackling sound of the wood burning and cracking gave him a trance-like illusion, as if he really didn't care about the protagonist. Life and death.

But he does care after all.

So, he stood on tiptoe and unlocked the brass lock that was hung by his mother himself.

It was also this kind of action that prompted Duan Qingling, after a long, long time, when he pointed a long sword directly between Mo Yu's eyebrows, he still couldn't kill the killer.

The elder brother who read books and caught butterflies for him when he was young, finally overlapped with the figure of the young master of Tianyi Pavilion who was dressed in black clothes and had power over the world.

However, that is after all 11 years later.

As for tonight, the brocade-robed child outside Houmen was just waiting patiently, waiting for the saint who claimed to be his biological mother to take him away from the fire and teach him in Tianyi Pavilion.

Waiting for the fire scene behind the door to be tortured, the child of unknown life experience escaped from the dead, and the court seeks revenge!

Tonight, the fire is still burning.