[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

Before departure, when Ban Xia helped Duan Qingling get into the carriage, he felt a chill behind him for no reason. Ever since he started serving this new master, there was always a fine-grained sense of fear hitting his spine from time to time.

The people in the pavilion have different personalities, there are hall masters with eccentric temperaments, and there are generous and open-minded servants, there are those who are penny-pinching, and there are those who spend a lot of money.However, Banxia looked up, only his master, not only made the servants unable to figure it out, but even dared not to think about it...

"Oh, it turns out to be black." A few days ago, Duan Qingling sighed with a black-winged butterfly wrapped in his palm. The two wings, slowly but resolutely tore the beautiful creature that was full of his countless pity and cherishment into two parts a few minutes ago.

Duan Qingling casually threw half of the poor creature's body on the threshold, and when he walked over, Banxia noticed that his master still held the other half between his fingers. To the west, there is the sound of pigeons grunting.In the quiet courtyard of Mo San, the strange pigeons sounded like curses from ancient times. Ban Xia followed Duan Qingling half a meter behind, watching Duan Qingling raise his hand, and the nymphet The remaining half of the body was sent to the pigeon's beak.

On this Misty Peak, no one understands Duan Qingling, and no one can understand it.

***

Tianyi Pavilion was densely packed before going on the road, but the carriage moved extremely fast. Duan Qingling took the servant and Nan Shang to share the same carriage as a counselor, but soon, the two of them took the entire carriage to the best of their ability. The atmosphere turned into a mess.Later, the 'unbearable' Duan Qingling would even 'condescend' from time to time to work as a servant in Mo Yu's carriage.

They spent all the time in page after page of poems and official documents, and the carriage stopped and stopped during the survey and stationing again and again.Incense curls up inside the car, tea is brewed, birds chirping deep outside the car, and spring water jingling.They were walking a section of mountain road, with the summer wind blowing the trees and the leaves rustling...

Then, it’s time to enter Beijing.

But this is not actually a capital city in the strict sense. In terms of scenery alone, it is not significantly different from the rich and beautiful mountains and rivers that the Tianyi Pavilion team once walked through. It is nothing more than a wider road and a gentler distance. Mountain.

And this kind of natural scenery can be turned into a part of the capital's territory by the royal family, relying on nothing more than a trace of water flowing over its vast land, which is the confluence of the Fenghe River and the Yangtze River, and is also the most famous in the imperial city. place of farewell.

For hundreds of years, I don’t know how many literati and poets have chanted poems and chanted here, vowed to serve the country with loyalty, said that the brothel is unlucky, and lamented the sorrow and joy of gathering and parting. Mercedes-Benz quickly, never going to go.

In other words, 20 years ago, a Marquis of this dynasty was eager to love talents, so he built a hall on the west bank of the Fenghe River, specially for those talents who came from afar. Died young, the situation of Xiyuantang was not good, but his family was destroyed.It was not until seven years ago that the literati who had been blessed by Xiyuan gathered together to give this unowned building a new mission, and the Fenghe Poetry Club came from this.

As for Lord Hou, his surname is Duan, his name is Xingyuan, and he is the father of a pair of brothers.

But now, the relationship between the brothers does not seem to be very good.

***

"It turns out that just a cup of tea can refresh a person." Duan Qingling thought as she lay on her back on the soft bed of the carriage.

11 years ago, Mo Yu punished Duan Qingling. Duan Qingling couldn't remember the specific words, but the general meaning was never forgotten. He told him not to call him brother again. !

At that time, the children were puzzled, but their thoughts were pure, and they didn't pay attention to it. But fate was unpredictable, brothers were separated, and the punishment was erroneous, but now, on the tree-lined road at the end of summer, going to the imperial palace... In the luxury carriage in the city, under the siege of countless iron knight killers, it seems that everything has become less important.

"Brother." Duan Qingling called him softly, he could feel the moistness of the warm tea flowing to his neck along with the edge of the mask, this uncomfortable touch tickled his heart , "Brother." He couldn't help calling again, he knew in his heart that if he didn't call again, he might never have a chance to call in his life...

After all, "Daddy is dead, so my brother will die now too."

It took a long while for Mo Yu to let go of the force in his hands, before Duan Qingling finally regained his composure, but there was unavoidable sadness in his words, but even so, there was only tiredness in his expression, without any madness or absurdity.

He is the most cautious person, even when he was hesitant to want Mo San's pigeons, he had to take down the whole house with great fanfare, but now that the dust has settled, he is tired.

As the first appearance of the Tianyi Pavilion in the martial arts after many years, a group of advisers headed by Nan Shang have already spread the name of Mo Yu resoundingly, and many people are looking forward to seeing the young girl The demeanor of the pavilion master, but now, the person concerned is about to end up dying before the master...

"You can't escape." Duan Qingling murmured.

The history of the Hou Mansion and Tianyi Pavilion is no longer a secret in the royal family, but when the accident happened, there was a faint tendency to mediate between the imperial court and the Jianghu gang, and they didn't want to ruin this whole thing by just a single incident. A hard-won balance.But today, the situation is not the same.

In the final analysis, Mo Qingyuling did the daring act back then, but it was because she chose a good time wisely. Besides, she also took away a child. As a hidden sect, Tianyi Pavilion is like a An illusory shadow, the imperial court was unwilling to make the green forest reckless angry because of this private and unprofitable case, so it hastily closed the case, but now, under Mo Yu's management, Tianyi Pavilion has long been closed. A vague shadow turned into a solid piece of fat.

When it is profitable, it is time to repay the debts of the mother and the son, and it is time to turn over the old account!

Duan Qingling is still wearing a white shirt today, the silk and satin are clean and clear, but with today's scene, it is like wearing mourning clothes. The history of the riverside is recorded in the poems and books. Now it's time to add another...

The two lived together in the same carriage, and the boy's eyes were neither sad nor happy, as if there was a touch of understanding.Mo Yu looked at it, and couldn't help but put his fingertips on the neck of the person in front of him three inches, and asked, "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Outside the carriage, the horse neighed in fright. Even without Duan Qingling's outstanding hearing ability, Mo Yu could still clearly know with his internal strength that a large number of people were approaching!

With the sound of horseshoes, he thought of the dozen thick official documents and Nan Shang's worried eyes.

People are coming, many people are coming!From far to near, horseshoes burst forth, and the visitors were well prepared. One heard the sound of a trained elite soldier, the metal sound of ring armor and weapons, revealing a cold and unfeeling tone.

"Afraid?" Duan Qingling curled his lips into a smile, and his tone was slightly mocking, "Is it better to be alive than to be dead?" He lowered his head, and rubbed the delicate skin on the neck of his neck with the delicate skin remaining on his chin. The hand of his life, just then slowly added, "My brother can't escape, so naturally I can't escape either."

After wasting my whole life, I have long since lost the fate of being alone, not to mention, the western suburbs of the capital, beside the Fenghe River, are meant to be parted.