[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

Trying to find a solution to the problem in the world that has been traversed is naturally not a good phenomenon.Mo Yu stopped his thoughts almost as soon as he remembered the name of the original protagonist. Under the bright moonlight of Misty Peak, he frowned slightly, reflected and planned, "After this time travel, I should go back to the real world to adjust. It's over."

As for the present moment, the starry sky was bright and the moon was bright and clear, so Duan Qingling stayed.He stayed on Misty Peak, stayed by his elder brother's side, and also stayed in his enemy's pavilion.

"This person is available." This was the first sentence Mo Yu said to Nan Shang after taking off the bandage, and it was also his confession to everyone in the pavilion.

Although Nan Shang showed a look of resentment on the surface, he gave up after begging for two rare items. After all, he trusted the arrangement of the young pavilion master.

Clear minds and able-bodied people are both available, but in different ways.And Duan Qingling is not the only one on the gift list, after all, the maids and servants are the regular guests on the gift list.However, Duan Qingling's disfigured appearance and his eyesight problems made him unable to be an ordinary servant, but his embarrassing status as a gift list also prevented him from entering the high-level planning and discussion of Tianyi Pavilion. The function is to chat with Nanshang.

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After Nan Shang pushed the door and entered, he felt a little regretful, only to see the owner of the room was still wearing his coat all day long, leaning against the window looking bored.

As the ancients said, do not despise evil.Nan Shang is alone...forbear it.

The owner of the room had heard the sound a long time ago, but he didn't even get up. "Astronomy and geography, the rhythm of poetry and books, military formations, legends and legends, what do you want to ask this time?" Duan Qinglingsu asked as he took the fragrant tea from the servant boy.

The corner of Nan Shang's mouth twitched, and he couldn't express his anger at the arrogant young man in front of him. Literati always said "enlightenment" to show humility before discussing, but only this person in front of him really took other people's words of humility seriously, so unreasonable After playing the cards, he suddenly felt a faint pain in his forehead.

Take a deep breath, the ancients said, don't be ashamed to ask, bear it.

At this moment, there was a crisp sound of the tea set being broken, and the young man on the opposite side smashed the porcelain cup with his hand, slapped the kid serving the tea on the face, and said sharply, "You bastard, this tea is also in the cup!" Have a mouth?"

Nanshang's brain is full of black lines, the newly picked Nen'erqing has not even been replenished for the Young Pavilion Master's share, why can't he get it here?

Looking at the mess on the ground, the ancients said that a gentleman should be tolerant... But, I can't bear it at all! !

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"Is there anything he doesn't know?" Nan Shang asked Mo Yu while lying in the library of Tianyi Pavilion.

"He doesn't know martial arts." The young pavilion master replied.

Nan Shang rolled his eyes at Mo Yu, turned around to look for the book again, and muttered, "I know, that's why I won't fight."

Mo Yu: "..."

***

The interpersonal relationship between Nan Shang and Duan Qingling started with Nan Shang’s difficult questioning, sublimated by Duan Qingling’s retort, and ended with the two people’s dissatisfaction. .

Duan Qingling lives in seclusion, bickers with Nanshang during the day, and waits for others by lighting candles at night. The elders in the pavilion are in charge of many things, and they are a little bit guarded against Duan Qingling, but welcome to the small courtyard where the counselors are sent. It is always a state of thanking guests behind closed doors, only a young man serves him in daily life, reads books and makes tea.

Rumor has it that the child suffered a lot of grievances, Mo Yu sometimes went to see Duan Qingling, and heard the protagonist's gentle tone, telling anecdotes about the South China Sea and North with a smile, he had a great time, and by the light of the fire, he saw the look on the servant boy's face. Bloodshot.

Speaking of this era, the protection of human rights is not comprehensive, and it is not a big deal for the master to teach his servants a little heavy hand.But when he thought of that Baozi who was soft and obedient when he was a child, turned into a violent and arrogant disfigured man, the hurt in his heart really wasn't a little bit. After all, time is like a butcher's knife.

After 11 years in the world of mortals, it suddenly became a dream.

Things are developing in such an orderly manner, although sometimes, Duan Qingling also likes to take the servant boy to go around the Zangshu Pavilion, and talk about his views on the affairs of the pavilion during the night chat with Mo Yu, but he will still His greatest wisdom and most talents were wasted in bickering with Nanshang to find faults. Whoever came, he was respectful and wanted to seek knowledge and clear up doubts.

While laughing and playing, the date of the appointment is approaching...

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After all, after receiving the post from the Wulin League, one must prepare to set off according to the day.Nan Shang has also changed from a tea-eating idler to a think tank who manages a lot of things every day. He runs frequently in the pavilion, and Ren Duan Qingling's small courtyard is empty and lonely, and the weeds are quiet.

During this period of time, Mo Yu was surprised to find that in Tianyi Pavilion, except for Nan Shang, not everyone respected Duan Qingling, at least, Mo San was not.

It was the No. 40 five days when Duan Qingling settled down on Misty Peak. The boy found him for the first time in the daytime. The attendants notified him, and the servants greeted him. Inside the Tianyi Pavilion, in front of the Begonia flowers.The man was wearing a snow suit, with a letter of petition under his fingertips, and a mask of tinfoil covering his face.Its posture is as light as flowing water, and its clothes are as beautiful as white frost. Looking at each other from a distance, it looks a little like Mo.

It was at this time that Mo Yu had to realize that some things, no matter what the person concerned thought, were already happening.

"Mo San is gone." Duan Qingling pursed her thin lips, pretending to be calm. "I heard that the master of the noble pavilion has been devoted to mountains and rivers for many years. It is a happy thing in life. If the master of the young pavilion is not looking for it, some servants can't help it."

When he said this, he wore Mo San's mask and delivered Mo San's letter, which made people see the reasoning behind it at a glance, but his usual arrogance also concluded that he was unreasonable sophistication.Now that he is like this, he is only afraid that he was accidentally stepped on a sore spot, so he came here to ask for clarification.

There is a secret in Tianyi Pavilion, just like Duan Qingling has a thorn in his heart.What's more, the day of the Wulin League is getting closer, if we don't talk about it, it will be too late.

The young man took a deep breath. It was only at this time that he reluctantly saw the greed of the past few days. On Misty Peak, he wore silk and satin, tasted delicacies from mountains and seas, and admired rare and exotic beasts. Yi's counselor was not blamed for his bad words, but he was only relying on that person's pity.

Mo Yu also guessed the mind of the person in front of him, put away the official document, and asked thoughtfully, "In your opinion, what should we do?"

Duan Qingling regards Mo Yu's sympathy as the most precious thing, but the kindness is so thin and loose that he can't even utter a word of anger. He doesn't even dare to think that one day in the future, Mo San will find that woman, and wait for the next day. When the Lord returns, what will he leave in this square inch of land, and what will he use to protect the rest of his life.

Under the warm sunshine, Duan Qingling's heart ached, and the thin words made him take the unwilling and decisive first step.

The thin lips parted lightly, and the words came, "Affairs in the pavilion, there is a difference between superiority and inferiority, Mo San's visit, there is no way to teach..." His brows were slightly frowned, and suddenly he realized that his eyes were cloudy and his voice was hoarse.

"Kill!" he said at last.