Tread thousands of dust

"You are a child of the royal family, how could you leave casually? Originally, the emperor would never allow it, but he also saw your father's determination, so the emperor told him that if he abolished his martial arts and kept the secret forever, he would let him go." You go. Mo Xian agreed."

"Actually, he wants to leave because he is too disappointed on the one hand, and more importantly, it is for you. He knows that the emperor will do anything to keep the queen, and maybe he will not let you go in the future, and the Hanna royal family is also eyeing you, always wanting to catch you. You go, he knows all this! The imperial city is not safe for you, and Mo Xian is also worried that the emperor will abandon you in the future because of the threat of Han Nai. Only the strength of Wen Yumeng can keep you. So he can only take you away, at all costs."

Mo Fengyi slowly closed his eyes, he should have known this earlier, why can't he recognize the reality now?

Qi Yao really couldn't bear to continue, he just said: "Self-abandoning martial arts has caused great harm to oneself, and Mo Xian has also suffered from the root cause of his illness, but even though he has withdrawn from the martial arts, even though he has abolished martial arts, he is still the most powerful in the world. Prestige, the person who is most qualified to be the leader of the Wenyu League."

Mo Fengyi was silent for a long time, then suddenly raised his head and smiled and said, "So what is this? I wanted to go back to the imperial city so much, why couldn't he tell me this?"

Qi Yao sighed helplessly: "You are just a child, why should you carry these things on yourself?"

Mo Fengyi's tears fell slowly: "...I was the one who failed to save my mother...it was me who caused my father to abolish martial arts...Master... .Why is this..."

Mo Feng asked quietly, and the tears were also very quiet.

Mo Xian has concealed many things from Mo Fengyi, and Mo Fengyi has felt angry and sad to some extent. In his opinion, this father is more unfamiliar with his son than others, and Mo Fengyi grew up under his encouragement. After leaving the imperial city, he was fostered by him in other places. Mo Fengyi was a teacher of hundreds of schools, and even some masters were closer than this father.

Mo Fengyi never thought about Mo Xian's intentions, he just felt that Mo Xian wanted to hand over Wen Yumeng to him, so he was extremely harsh, and he had almost no chance to feel Mo Xian's feelings for him, even though he really knew that Mo Xian loved him , and he never tried to prove it.

Just like a doomed gap between father and son, the less you express your feelings, the less you dare to test them.

Until the end, I can only regret and recall.

Mo Fengyi never thought of the possibility that Mo Xian was paving the way for his future.

Qi Yao should be the person who knows Mo Xian best. He knows that Mo Xian is on the verge of death after his martial arts are abolished. Cong Zhenyi can only barely save his life, because abolishing martial arts is equivalent to cutting off all martial arts. Be proud of everything.At that time, Mo Xian hardly had anything called "alive" in his heart, except his son.

In Qi Yao's view, Mo Xian was able to live for so many years because of Mo Fengyi.Whether it is taking him to apprentice or forcing him to practice martial arts, or Mo Xian becoming the leader of the alliance again and mastering the martial arts with his sick body, they are all playing against Mo Fengyi.

It wasn't until Mo Fengyi climbed to the top of Lianyang that Mo Xian might not really feel relieved, so he was willing to close his eyes.

Mo Fengyi's tears seeped out of his eyes little by little, but he didn't look sad at all.

He has enjoyed silent and even closed love for many years, but it is a kind of luck.

There has always been an unspeakable tacit understanding between their father and son, just like Mo Fengyi has been hating others for saying that he is like his father all these years, and has always been eager to take Wen Yumeng to escape his shadow, but at these times he feels a little This kind of fullness and satisfaction, he sometimes feels that he is crazy, this kind of conflicting emotions makes him collapse, but he is helpless, his heart is tied down and refuses to move when the delusion is far away.

He has always hated Mo Xian for cheating and concealing him, and has always complained that Mo Xian threw Wen Yumeng's mess to him and forced him to grow up and accept this pain. He vented in front of his father's spirit time and time again, until Later, Ling Ziming finally woke him up and told him that it was a kind of longing.

Mo Feng thought about it, when he took Cihuan back from the abbot of Leiyue Temple, Weidu, the old abbot sighed.

The extreme of wisdom must be short, and the deep love will not last.

I don't know whether to talk about him or his father, but after that, Mo Fengyi couldn't listen to anything.

He bid farewell to Qi Yao and Cong Zhenyi without a word, stumbled back to his room, closed the door, lay down on the bed and buried his face in the pillow.

I don't want to wake up.

Let me have another dream.

Ling Ziming stayed outside and didn't bother him, but he couldn't stop eating all the time.

Hua Qianzi came over and asked, "Is Feng Yi still unwilling to get up?"

Ling Ziming shook his head helplessly: "The child is angry."

"Then you go and eat something first, you are going back to Pan Xiao Terrace tomorrow, you can't all be hungry." Hua Qianzi said softly, "Feng Yi still has me here."

Ling Ziming felt a surge in his abdomen, and immediately felt tightness and pain in his chest. He barely suppressed it and said: "I'm fine, I'm not hungry, and I don't want to eat."

Hua Qianzi looked at her quietly, and asked after a while: "Zi Ming, are you really alright?"

Ling Ziming nodded quickly: "It's okay, it's just that I don't have any appetite seeing my brother like this recently."

Hua Qianzi turned his head thoughtfully.

Ling Ziming entered the door quietly, and when he turned around to find that Cong Zhenyi was inside, Ling Ziming was shocked.

"Auntie? You...why are you in my room?"

Cong Zhenyi said with a smile: "Zi Ming, I heard from my son that you are not in good shape recently, so he asked me to take a look."

Ling Ziming scolded Hua Qianzi in his heart for being troublesome, but he still smiled and said: "What's the matter, Auntie, Brother Xiaohua thinks too much."

Cong Zhenyi stretched out his hand: "Then let me feel the pulse."

Ling Ziming did not reach out.

Cong Zhenyi asked directly: "What's the matter? Has the Gu poison deepened?"

Ling Ziming lowered his eyebrows and shook his head.

Cong Zhenyi anxiously said: "What's wrong with it?"

"I... am pregnant."

Cong Zhenyi was stunned, and she said in surprise: "Is pregnant? You haven't gotten married yet... How... how long has it been?"

Ling Ziming said helplessly in a deep voice: "I have seen the doctor since I was in the imperial city...about two months."

"You child... you can't hide it from us, don't you want this child?" Cong Zhenyi sighed, "I'm so confused."

With a downcast expression, Ling Ziming whispered, "Master...don't tell brother them."

Cong Zhenyi pulled her hand to feel the pulse, and said while feeling the pulse: "How can this be hidden from Mo Fengyi, that spirit, even the sent son can see that something is wrong with you, if it wasn't for that child who has been in a bad mood recently, you still Do you think you can hide it until now?"

Ling Ziming said displeasedly: "My brother has suffered enough blows."

Cong Zhenyi just asked: "Do you want to keep this child?"

Ling Ziming couldn't tell the answer.

Although Ling Ziming tried every means to hide it, as expected, Mo Fengyi still noticed that something was wrong with her.

Ling Ziming resisted not wanting to vomit, but why is her stomach so uncomfortable?

Mo Fengyi frowned and said, "Give me your hand."

Ling Ziming reluctantly let him feel the pulse.

Mo Feng said coldly: "Whose? Shu Qiyun?"

"Is there still a need to ask?" Ling Ziming muffled, "Otherwise, who else?"

Mo Feng stood up angrily, and was about to fall when he raised his hand.

Ling Ziming was neither humble nor overbearing: "Are you going to hit me?"

Mo Fengyi wanted to slap himself on the face, but finally resigned to his fate and sat down.

"Did you always know you were pregnant? Then why didn't you stay with him?"

Ling Ziming swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "I'm a Gu girl, how could I stay by his side?"

"So? Don't you think about this child at all?" Mo Fengyi said angrily, "Aren't you thinking about yourself at all?"

Ling Ziming almost cried: "Anyway, this child is impossible to be born! Why let him know!"

Mo Fengyi was stunned suddenly, and he said, "Don't you want to keep him?"

Ling Ziming smiled wryly and said: "Leave him? The blood of witchcraft has been passed down from generation to generation, will he endure the pain of this poisonous poison like me in the future? Can you guarantee that he will not kill people or practice martial arts for the rest of his life? I How can you be qualified to give birth to him?"

Mo Fengyi found himself ignoring this question.

Ling Ziming said lightly: "So I don't intend to tell you, it's because this child can't be kept anyway, so why worry you more."

Mo Fengyi just asked: "Then do you want to keep him? Do you want to be a mother?"

Ling Ziming suddenly raised his head and looked at him, his eyes sparkling: "What do you think? Maybe I wouldn't think about this without this child, but if there is such an opportunity, who would want to give up?"

"But this is also Shu Qiyun's child." Mo Fengyi reminded, "Even if you really can't bear him, you should tell Shu Qiyun."

Ling Ziming shook his head and said helplessly: "There is no need for that, anyway, I don't have this opportunity."

"I don't want you to have a baby, it's just because I know that a woman's birth of a child is like going through the gate of hell. I don't want you to suffer this kind of suffering for nothing, and that bastard doesn't know about it." Mo Feng said calmly, " But if you really want to be his mother, then follow your own mind, I believe that even if he only has a mother, he can grow up well."

Ling Ziming felt baffled: "What are you kidding? How could I give birth to him? I have poison!"

Mo Fengyi smiled and said: "If I tell you, there is a way to remove Gu and detoxify in this world?"

Ling Ziming couldn't believe it: "Really? How is it possible?"

"Do you still remember that in the Imperial City He Wusi, the master once told us that if you haven't expelled the poison, there is a way to detoxify." Mo Fengyi smiled lightly, "So if you want this child, you can do it." I can give birth to him without any scruples, and I will detoxify him, and it will not have any effect on him, nor will it be passed on by blood."

Ling Ziming's tears rolled in his eyes: "You didn't lie to me? Didn't you comfort me?"

Mo Fengyi chuckled lightly: "I'm his uncle, would I make fun of his life?"

Ling Ziming threw herself into his arms happily, and Mo Fengyi rubbed the top of her hair.

"You are still a little girl, why do you want to be a mother?"

Ling Ziming struggled and raised his head again: "Is it really possible? Will it be okay? How to get rid of the Gu? Will it affect the child in the future? Will it be passed on to future generations?"

Mo Feng smiled helplessly and said: "Don't worry, there is nothing wrong with me here, and I also hope that this child will die for me in retirement."

Ling Ziming slapped him mercilessly.

Mo Fengyi looked at her belly, feeling very miraculous: "What do you think this child will be like?"

Ling Ziming smiled and said: "You will know after a while?"

Mo Fengyi lamented that life and death are so impermanent, someone will come when someone leaves, and you will never be caught off guard.

He is still unable to recover from the shadow of the death of his relatives for the past few days, and now a life is about to come, which is also his relatives. The rapid transition of sadness and joy makes him a little dizzy.

Fortunately, there was hope, and Mo Fengyi's mood became a little brighter.

Qi Yao and Cong Zhenyi were originally worried that Ling Ziming's body would not be able to bear a child, but after a few days, Ling Ziming's body seemed to be better than before, just like this child protected her from the poisonous poison .

It was a godsend surprise.

So after resting for a few more days, Mo Fengyi happily prepared to return to Pan Xiao Terrace.

Originally, Hua Qianzi wanted to go back with him to deal with some matters, but it was a pity that Qi Yao sent him out.

Mo Fengyi was very puzzled: "The end of the year is coming soon, why don't you go to Hanna next year? Besides, why did you go to Hanna?"

"I'm a senior brother, so I'm naturally duty-bound to do this." Hua Qianzi said helplessly, "Maybe I'll come back when Zi Ming is pregnant."

Mo Fengyi curled his lips: "It's been so long..."

"Didn't you already deal with the group in the Imperial City regarding the smuggling in the rivers and lakes before? But this matter has spread far and wide, involving the entire rivers and lakes of the Central Plains. Master wants me to investigate thoroughly, so I may have to go for a long time." Hua Qianzi Said softly, "And after I deal with it, I don't want to worry about it anymore."

Mo Fengyi said in a deep voice: "Have you really decided to retire?"

"Master respects my decision." Hua Qianzi wrote lightly, but Mo Feng could guess how disappointed Qi Yao was.

In fact, Mo Fengyi still couldn't understand why Hua Qianzi did this, and with Hua Qianzi's prestige and talent, no one could understand it.But Mo Fengyi has always been able to see that Hua Qianzi's ambition is not here, his heart is to live in seclusion and cultivate his nature, not to follow Mo Fengyi in the chaotic martial arts.

So Mo Fengyi could only pat him on the shoulder: "Then have a smooth journey, and I will arrange someone to protect you. Although Hanna is a little far away from the emperor, I should still be able to talk, right?"

Hua Qianzi smiled lightly: "Feng Yi, move your heart as you like, don't force some things on yourself. Eat more food after I leave, and remember to add clothes in winter."

Mo Fengyi felt in his heart that he had really worried a lot.

Mo Fengyi nodded and agreed: "I know, I know, by the way, if you go to see Yin Nihong, remember to greet her for me, and ask her why there is no movement in Xinyan Guozhuang Building recently."

Hua Qianzi smiled lightly and said, "Okay."

So this Spring Festival was the first time that Mo Fengyi hadn't spent time with Hua Qianzi. Before, he could at least say hello, but now it's good. There is only one Hou Ke who jumps up and down, and Gongsun Songli is willing to play with him.

Hou Ke looked forward to them back like looking forward to the stars and the moon every day. The child waited for Mo Fengyi to appear at the foot of the mountain. The moment he saw Mo Fengyi, he rushed up and hung on him, never to get off again.And one master at a time, it is almost necessary to make up for everything that has not been called during this period of time.

Mo Fengyi just wanted to throw him out.

But there is no way, can I not get the cheap apprentice I picked up by myself?

After Hou Ke found out that Ling Ziming was pregnant, she shifted her focus again. She fed Ling Ziming in different ways every day, and did everything she could to ask her about her health.

There was still no snow on Pan Xiao Terrace this winter, so Mo Fengyi had no choice but to watch the sunset with Ling Ziming on the evening of New Year's Eve.

Ling Ziming touched his slightly swollen belly, feeling that the sunset glow of Panxiao Terrace would never get tired of watching.

Mo Fengyi looked at her and smiled lightly, "You can watch it with my nephew in the future."

Ling Ziming smiled knowingly: "It seems that this child is really useful, at least now I don't have to think about it every day."

Mo Feng gave her a strange look: "Why am I thinking wildly every day?"

"Isn't it?" Ling Ziming grinned lightly, "Songli sent people back to inquire about the news, why didn't you dare to ask?"

Mo Fengyi blew a whistle, and the white-feathered goshawk flew across the sky and landed on his lap safely, Mo Fengyi stroked the feathers that were not plump enough and sighed softly: "His injury should have healed, right? "

Ling Ziming proudly said: "Ask now?"

"Are you going to tell me or not?" Mo Feng said angrily, "Isn't it alright?"

Ling Ziming shook his head and said: "We only got the news... It is said that General Yang He was punished by the emperor for two months because he was not good at guarding the palace, so Brother Xun blocked the news."

Mo Fengyi was surprised when he heard that: "Why did he block the news? Could it be that he was injured too badly?"

Ling Ziming sighed: "Songli is also very worried about his situation, but we really don't know anything, even Big Brother Pei didn't get any news."

Mo Fengyi's heart sank when he heard the words, he touched the scorpion for a while, but said helplessly: "Maybe he is angry with me, and he is avoiding me on purpose."

"Who doesn't get angry like you? I've said that it's unfair to him to hide even such a big matter from him." Ling Ziming also reached out and touched the pan, and Hai Dongqing seemed to have a spirit. He moved his head affectionately, arched it into Ling Ziming's palm, and approached her stomach while screaming softly.

Mo Feng said in a warm voice: "Xun Can will be fine, this is my only hope, if not, I really have no face to see him again."

Ling Ziming teased Yan Qiao, she looked at Gongsun Songli and Hou Ke who were practicing martial arts and applauding, she took Mo Fengyi's hand and said: "When this child is born, I will accompany you to the imperial palace again. Let's go to the city."

Mo Feng turned his head in confusion: "Why? Shouldn't I be with you?"

Ling Ziming smiled helplessly: "There is no difference, anyway, I know you will definitely go back again."

"Everyone told me not to go back, after all, the imperial city is really special enough." Mo Fengyi twitched his lips, "You are the only one who is different."

Ling Ziming nodded disapprovingly: "They don't understand you."

"Do you really think I will go back again?" Mo Fengyi whispered, "I think it's impossible."

Ling Ziming snorted disdainfully: "With your temperament, if you don't go back, you will never be reconciled in your life."

"Hey you girl." Just as Mo Fengyi was about to pat her forehead, he suddenly recalled that she was pregnant and withdrew his hand, and said angrily, "Don't be another little girl, I can't afford to provoke you."

Ling Ziming pouted: "Xiao Ke and Song Li both want a daughter, don't you like it?"

Mo Fengyi snorted coldly: "These two boys can't even support themselves, why do they want a daughter? I would like to, but just like you...forget it...hey don't Pinch me! Don’t think that I won’t dare to touch you now that you’re like this! Oh, you’re still pinching me! Damn girl, I’ve been pinching my arm black and blue for so many years!”

Mo Fengyi scolded while hiding, and finally hid on the edge of the roof.

Ling Ziming propped her head up and laughed so hard that the flowers and branches trembled, the light and graceful sunset glow all over the sky, reflecting her delicate face.