[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

When the words came out, Duan Qingling suddenly felt a trace of remorse, he vaguely felt that maybe seeing Mo Yu in the daytime was not a wise move.The long silence in the wing room hung over his heart like a never-ending thundercloud, which would split his heart in two at some point.

During this elongated and elongated time, he felt that Mo Yu's gaze crawled all over his body like a slippery snake, from his neck upwards, and finally crawled on his eyebrows and hair tails, and then there was a soft sound. teasing.

"Why do you need to be so angry?" Duan Qingling was first surprised and then bitter when he heard the casual tone with soothing power.

He couldn't accept that decisive word that seemed to have abandoned all his cherished and exhausted all his energy, and was treated as a child's nonsense request by others.

He should justify himself, his thoughts drifted like this, but the soreness in his throat made him speechless.Now it was Duan Qingling's turn to be silent. He knew in his heart that although Mo Yu did not reply, Mo San would definitely not die, at least not because of his words. anger.

But... not reconciled...

The mask on his face seemed to be made of ice, and the chill penetrated his skin to the depths of his blood. Mo Yu, who was opposite, noticed the change in his mood, leaned forward, and gave him a comforting hug. Communication, this kind of contact is already very intimate, the promise rang in Duan Qingling's ears, "Her life is not good, but you must have something else you want."

Duan Qingling lowered her head and smiled, tears finally fell down.

***

"Master," Ban Xia, Duan Qingling's only servant, walked in front and changed a copper lock with a fish pattern on the Zhumen of the small courtyard where Mo San once lived, before leaning forward and replying, "Everything has been moved, you can move in now .”

Although Tianyi Pavilion is a martial arts school, it has always been famous for its medical science and pharmacy. If the servants and guards in the pavilion are lucky enough to follow the master, most of them are named after medicinal materials. They are only the master who serves Banxia, ​​but they are really comparable When decocting the medicine, the fire boils the water.

Probably the jingling sound when changing the locks offended Duan Qingling, her brows were slightly frowned, and when Ban Xia looked up, she knew that she would inevitably suffer another flesh and blood pain later.

He is only 14 years old this year, and his face still has a little childishness, and his pair of almond eyes are even more playful and cute, but he is honest to the extreme. In the past year since he entered the cabinet, he has been harshly punished by the management many times. When Qing Ling entered the cabinet, he had a face like a nightmare, so no one was willing to serve him. The steward took enough bribes from the slaves who had no master before he pulled Ban Xia out.

Duan Qingling likes to be quiet, so she needs to be served by one person, and the door has always been closed to thank guests, but the rare and rare treasures are sent to Duan Qingling's small courtyard like flowing water, waiting for the people around When he realized it, he exclaimed that it was a pity that it was cheaper than Pinellia.

"Only I know whether it's cheap or not." Ban Xia thought while touching her little half of her face, "This master's temper is very strange, if he doesn't know what to say, he will offend him." What's more, the courtyard behind them is originally the first class in the pavilion. The residence of the good hand Mo San is now occupied by the magpie's nest, and the master of the young pavilion even agrees.

As a slave, Banxia naturally couldn't figure it out, but she knew that if Duan Qingling was unhappy, she would definitely take it out on him.Just thinking about it, my cheeks started to hurt... But this time the slap really came a bit late...

***

The air at the end of summer was filled with a sense of warmth and humidity. Ban Xia stood opposite his moody master. Duan Qingling was only two years older than him, but he was a head taller. However, the high sun But it lengthened the boy's shadow.The light came down and fell on Banxia's hanging black hair. Duan Qingling faced the light, and the shadows of the two overlapped and overlapped. Everything made Banxia feel an unrealistic feeling of pity .

At that moment, he suddenly felt that their identities were reversed - Duan Qingling was a very young child, not only had nothing, but also depended on people's faces.

Of course, such a rebellious thought would never be uttered, so he just stood silently and watched quietly - he saw Duan Qingling make a gesture to silence him, and then stiffly raised a A pale hand passed over him and slowly pointed in the direction of the gate...

There is a butterfly there!

A huge butterfly fluttered around the copper lock. The brilliant phosphorous powder shone brightly in the sunlight, and then slowly gathered into a thin piece.The huge wings spread and folded, hastily showing its slender and delicate beauty, and finally landed lightly on the newly hung golden copper lock... Ban Xia felt her breath stagnate.

A relatively beautiful and huge butterfly is not uncommon on Misty Peak, the real cause of Ban Xia's breathlessness is Duan Qingling's reaction.

pious? !

Ban Xia finally knows what it's like for a person who is willful and arrogant to the extreme to be devout.

***

It is difficult for Duan Qingling to discuss the exact relationship between a person's heroism on the outside and his humbleness and cowardice on the inside, but this does not prevent him from being in it.

What he begged from Mo Yu was Mo San's residence, for this, everyone in the pavilion accused him of messing around.

"Do you think I want it? Do you think I don't know this is nonsense?" Duan Qingling murmured in his heart, asking himself and answering, "I know it." The sound of the metal locks colliding tortured him uncomfortably .

— "I even knew I was going to kill you."

***

Nanshang was wearing a green shirt, walked up the steps, and threw a dozen official documents in his hands onto Mo Yu's desk, but the person concerned still looked like he was writing with a pen, without even raising his eyes.

"How long are you going to let that kid mess around?" Nan Shang sat down opposite Mo Yu, his words filled with reproachful anger.

kid?Mo Yu smiled dumbly, his counselor had been taught by the aristocratic family since he was a child, and etiquette and economics had long been fused into his bones, but the words he said today were like children fighting against each other.

Although he was laughing in his heart, the movement of his hands did not stop. He continued to bow his head to write, and replied casually, "It's just a yard, so it can't afford to mess around."

"It's not about that house!" Nan Shang snatched the pen from Mo Yu's hand.He acted in a hurry just now, the ink on the tip of the pen flung out and landed on the rice paper, leaving a big mark, Nan Shang watched the ink smudged deeply and shallowly, and for a moment he didn't want to get angry .

"It's not him, it's you!" Nan Shang asked lightly, "Do you dare to say that you don't know the identity of the counselor?"

***

In Duan Qingling's desperate youth, Mo Yu used Mo San's hand to give him hope, and the letters of concern were delivered by pigeons, but now, the hope is gone, and the pigeons are still alive and kicking.

But Duan Qingling can remember all the voices!

Listen, the smallest pigeon is still staying in Mo San's small courtyard, it can fly from Tianyi Pavilion to the imperial city!As much information as it can convey, how many pairs of eyes in the dark can stretch out their greedy claws!

Standing at a fork in life, Duan Qingling began to guess his choice, which is an eternal choice between loyalty and betrayal... He can do nothing, or really do a little?

Enter this house and write a secret letter... He has already known the route of Tianyi Pavilion, let that gray-white pigeon fly all the way to the imperial city... No one will doubt him, but the only one who knows his strangeness Mo San had already left a long time ago...so...with a thought, he suddenly felt that it was so unreal...the big revenge will be avenged, and the royal family is happy? !

With a movement of his brows and eyes, those hopes and indulgences came to his mind again. Duan Qingling raised his hand to stroke the burn marks on his face. The disaster and destruction that will be brought by one hand... This kind of thought made him unbearable, and he began to want to give up.

However, Mo Yu's promise sounded in his ears again. "As you like." The man responded with a gentle tone, as if he was comforting a mischievous child, or pampering a perverted diva.

The reunion after 11 years, no matter how much indulgence it is, it is difficult to fill the gully in the middle, and the unequal reality cannot be denied by forced accommodation. Enmity, and the past of the hatred of destroying the family!

How nice it would be to go back?Standing in front of the gate, Duan Qingling thought sadly that before returning to that raging fire, they were still brothers on a blind date, and they were still the young masters of the Fuguihoufu.If it really doesn't work, then let him go back to the time when he was alone. In this world, suffering and despair can no longer frighten him, but alienated concerns will, and so will broken hopes.

He begged sadly in his heart one last time, and then he heard the sound of butterflies flying.

***

Piety is a feeling that makes people careful and clumsy.

Human beings can't guess the mind of the creator. He has allowed fragile creatures to bear too much beauty. Even if it is only a shadow of childhood, it can't help people to care and imagine. In the prosperous summer, everyone Voluntarily forgetting their ugliness.

Even though it was only a few short steps, it seemed as if they had crossed the sea of ​​dawn.

The family that cultivated him did not give him martial arts education. The reason is to not leave him with the capital to rebel, but the keen talent cannot be deprived of by the strange oppression. Everything is shaking, it is the shadow of the wind Communicating with ghosts...

He accomplished what he wanted almost without any effort, Duan Qingling closed his palm - he caught it!

***

In the summer, there are still mottled rust left by the years on the Zhumen, Duan Qingling feels a kind of happiness when hope is rekindled!

"What color is it?" The young man turned around and asked Banxia behind him. He could feel the small movements of the creatures in his palm, and the gentle memories of his childhood swarmed through the scorching fire. The soul of a huge blue butterfly and The lives in his palms overlap, although he also knows that it is just his wishful thinking.

After all, such delicate creatures cannot survive the severe cold of winter, and they perish with summer, but they are full of hope.

However, the hope was irresistible, "Is it blue?" He felt his voice tremble.

The words about color had already made him feel jerky, and he began to fear that he would lose the concept of color, and his hoarse voice was filled with sadness in an instant.Is it blue, he thought, is it blue?If it was the blue one, he would turn around and leave now, without even taking a step into that Mo San's house. If it was the blue one, it would be fine, nothing has changed, they can still be the same as before, always together, always... …

But the world will not change because of humble prayers, "Return to the master," Banxia lowered his head, his humility made him miss the opportunity to catch the pity of fate in Duan Qingling's eyes, and responded honestly with careful words...

"It's only black."

That is the color Duan Qingling is most familiar with, it is the trajectory of fate, it is the curtain when hope is shattered!

"He is a spy of the imperial court!" In the study, Nan Shang spread out the dozen thick official documents, facing Mo Yu, said so.