Tread thousands of dust

Sitting beside the bed, Mo Fengyi looked at the person who was still asleep on the bed, and suddenly wanted to wake him up.

Why is this person still asleep?

Obviously not hurt as badly as himself.

The more Mo Fengyi thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, so angry that he stretched out his hand and poked Xun Can's face.

She looks so pretty, but she just won't wake up.

Mo Feng felt a little distressed thinking about it, Xun Can's martial arts are so good, but he can't afford it because of his serious injury.

Looking at his peaceful sleeping face, Mo Fengyi was suddenly glad that Xun Can hadn't woken up, at least he could escape for a while.

Mo Fengyi really didn't know how to face him, so he promised Xun Can's father that he would stay with him, but in the blink of an eye, Xun Can could only lie on the bed.

Mo Fengyi carefully traced Xun Can's outline, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and the more he looked at it, the more uncomfortable he became.

"Xun Can, I'm sorry."

Finally, he kissed gently and left quietly.

It was already night, and the snow was still falling, and it was a vast expanse of whiteness outside, lighting up the courtyard a bit.

As soon as Mo Fengyi left Xun Can's room, he saw Hua Qianzi waiting for him outside.

Hua Chuanzi raised the umbrella over his head, put out another hand to hold his arm, and led him down the steps.

Mo Fengyi was mixed into the pavilion by him.

After Hua Qianzi put away his umbrella and sat down, he said: "Have you really decided? Go find He An by yourself tomorrow?"

"Anyway, he doesn't dare to touch me now." Mo Fengyi said indifferently.

"...After you become a witch, he will never let you go." Hua Qianzi looked at him and said lightly.

Mo Fengyi paused for a moment.

How could he have forgotten that Hua Qianzi was there?

Mo Fengyi swallowed a mouthful of saliva, managed to steady his voice and asked, "So what?"

Hua Qianzi was a little anxious, with a flustered expression on his face: "Feng Yi!"

Mo Fengyi looked at the ground and said: "He An is right, I am indeed the Empress of Witch Gu."

Hua Qianzi took a deep breath: "How is it possible?"

"Do you know "Strategy of Marrow Cutting"?" Mo Fengyi said, "It records that people born on the night of Feng Bailei's moon are the descendants of Dragon Ghost."

Hua Qianzi looked at him with wide eyes.

"That's me...and only me."

Hua Qianzi closed his eyes, opened them after a long time and said, "But you didn't drive the poison, did you?"

Mo Fengyi nodded: "Actually, it didn't work."

Hua Qianzi asked in surprise, "What do you mean?"

"You should have heard at that time that the more people you kill, the deeper the poison, and the greater the poison, so killing people is the condition to drive the poison." Mo Fengyi explained to him, "But I killed so many people, a little Nothing."

Hua Qianzi frowned and thought about it, "Maybe there are other conditions?"

Mo Fengyi smiled lightly and shook his head: "I only read a part of "Strategy of Marrow Cutting" at that time, maybe there was only such a part of those, and I don't know the rest."

Hua Qianzi's face became more and more worried: "Then you can't kill any more, just in case."

Mo Fengyi waved his hand at him: "Okay, it doesn't matter, anyway, there is nothing now, and I don't want to worry about it."

Hua Qianzi clenched his fists, raised his eyes and asked again: "Your identity...who else knows?"

Mo Fengyi hesitated for a moment before saying, "Xun Can..."

This Hua Qianzi knew, he could see that Xun Can was not surprised at that time.

"Tao Crazy...He An..." Mo Fengyi said slowly, "...and Yin Nihong."

Hua Qianzi felt that these people were all expected, and he could also think that Yin Nihong's entry into the imperial city should be because of Mo Fengyi.

Hua Qianzi asked again: "Then when did you know this?"

To be able to hide it from myself for so long without leaking any water.

Mo Fengyi recalled it for a while, and shook his head: "About ten years old? The year I came back from Chongyu Mountain Villa? Anyway, I found out "Strategy of Marrow Cutting" while playing around at Pan Xiao Terrace, and then read the words in it. stuff... I always know when I was born, right? Of course I will."

Although Mo Fengyi's birth is considered a vision from the sky, after the witchcraft, this statement is only recorded in "Zhansui Policy", and this forbidden book has long been out of the world, and few people know it, so only some people think It's strange that there is only a lot of discussion in the imperial city, and it hasn't been widely spread.

Hua Qianzi looked gloomy and didn't reply.

Mo Fengyi lowered his eyes, his slender eyelashes fluttering flickeringly: "Uh... Ah Qian, I'm sorry I didn't tell you before."

In fact, it wasn't this that Hua Qizi was upset about. He didn't blame Mo Fengyi for not telling him, but he did feel uncomfortable. After all, he thought he was Mo Fengyi's best friend, but this person couldn't even confide in him. unwilling.

"I'm more worried about your body." Hua Qianzi said, "Once the exorcism is successful, you may not be able to hold on."

Mo Fengyi relaxed a little and said: "So I am very happy every day now, this is considered a profit."

Hua Qianzi sighed: "Does Zi Ming and the leader know?"

Mo Feng thought about it and said: "Zi Ming doesn't know...my father...should know."

Hua Qianzi asked suspiciously, "The leader knows?"

Mo Fengyi nodded uncertainly: "Probably, he may have read "Strategy of Marrow Cutting", but... I don't know if it is."

Hua Qianzi held back his expression and said, "The leader probably doesn't know, after all, he hasn't shown anything in these years, and he hasn't stopped you from practicing martial arts."

Mo Feng said clearly: "Yeah...he didn't stop anything."

If Mo Xian knew his identity, how could he allow his son to kill again?

Mo Fengyi asked: "You should know that my father issued an emergency summoning order, right?"

Hua Qianzi nodded: "We have received this order."

"Then tomorrow, you will arrange these people in my name." Mo Fengyi said, "Let them hurry to Baidao City, suppress He An, and prevent him from sending troops."

Hua Qianzi nodded: "Okay."

The next day, Mo Feng did not expect that when he was about to go out to find He An, someone would already be looking for him.

Yin Nihong came in with small steps.

She looked at him with a smile and said, "Mo Fengyi, I heard you woke up."

Mo Fengyi smiled lightly: "As you can see."

Yin Nihong sat down with a twitching smile and asked, "You should know the purpose of my visit today, right?"

"Being a lobbyist for He An, let me surrender?" Mo Fengyi clenched his fists, "I think you can go back."

In fact, when Yin Nihong came in, he saw the very obvious scars on Mo Fengyi's neck, and also heard his hoarse and deep voice when he spoke.

But these are not things she can ask.

Hearing this, Yin Nihong didn't know how to speak. She sighed and said, "I heard... the general's death..."

Mo Fengyi sneered: "Are you here to mourn him? Is the cat crying like a mouse?"

Yin Nihong's delicate and beautiful face turned sharp: "Why are you talking like that!"

"It's not the first day that Miss Yin met me, I've always been like this." Mo Fengyi's tone of voice was out of control.

Yin Nihong suddenly stood up and shouted: "Could it be that I killed him?"

Mo Fengyi shut up instantly.

"He died because Tao Feng stabbed him through the heart. He died because you thought you were smart!" Yin Nihong continued angrily, "Are you blaming others now? Mo Fengyi, you really have the ability to hurt yourself like this!" Feel free to yell!"

Mo Fengyi said indifferently: "So?"

"what?"

Mo Fengyi looked up at her: "I said so?"

"So what?" Yin Nihong frowned, "Haven't you realized it's your problem?"

Mo Fengyi nodded: "It's my fault, my martial arts is not good enough, I failed to beat Tao Feng, my fault is that I didn't think enough, I didn't arrange everything properly..."

"Yes! As long as you know it!" Yin Nihong was very angry, "Mo Fengyi, you are really amazing, I really don't know what you are capable of. The trip to Tongzhou was arranged by Hua Qianzi. Xun Can went for you when Ling Ziming was replaced, and Wen Yanhuai blocked the sword for you when Tao Fanzun wanted to kill you... Heh, it’s even better now. Yumeng belongs to the prince again, and they are rushing to clean up the mess for you, look at yourself, are you worthy! Are you worthy of them?"

In fact, Mo Fengyi was a little confused by her scolding. What right does this woman have to be so sarcastic about herself?

Why is she so righteous?

But Mo Fengyi couldn't refute at all, everything she said was right.

Mo Fengyi could only remain silent.

Yin Nihong seemed to feel a lot better, she snorted coldly and said: "Why, don't you have the face to refute? You are a waste, admit it."

"Your helper from Xinyanguozhuanglou is here?"

Mo Fengyi suddenly asked without thinking.

Yin Nihong was taken aback by his question, and then answered along the way: "Yes... how do you know?"

Mo Feng smiled and asked back: "Why can't I know?"

Yin Nihong frowned: "How on earth do you know?"

"You were not there on the night of our battle. I guess you should have gone to meet them. Otherwise, you wouldn't miss this kind of time." Mo Fengyi replied flatly, supporting the table.

Yin Nihong suddenly felt angry again, and her pretty face turned pale again: "That's right, I can guess, but so what? My people are here, are you afraid?"

Mo Fengyi shook his head: "What does your people have to do with me? I think, since your manpower is here, it means that He An can't threaten you, and they can protect you, so you are not He An It means that you want to come by yourself, right?"

Yin Nihong was speechless secretly, why couldn't Mo Fengyi's brain be broken?

"Yes! How is it?"

Mo Feng smiled slightly: "But I don't think we are that familiar, right? If He An didn't send you to arrest me, could it be that you came to visit me?"

The corner of Yin Nihong's mouth twitched: "It has nothing to do with He An, and I didn't come to visit you, but I did come for you."

Mo Fengyi smiled slightly: "It seems that I am indeed very important, tell me, what are you doing here?"

Yin Nihong took a breath and said, "I know that you Wen Yumeng people have surrounded Baidao City, and the prince has also brought troops, He An really dare not act rashly."

"Get to the point." Mo Feng interrupted her impatiently.

Yin Nihong sighed in his heart: "But He An is not stupid, and the soldiers he raises are not for nothing. Now that the crisis is at stake, it depends on which side will strike first. Mo Fengyi, you don't want to fight, do you?" ?”

Mo Fengyi nodded: "So you are still here to be a lobbyist? Let me take care of this myself?"

"Yes, after all, Tao Fengzun was killed by you." Yin Nihong said, "And He An, Han Nai and even you Beiyi all need an explanation, and only you can resolve these."

Mo Fengyi nodded, pouted and said, "But what should I do if I don't want to?"

"you!"

"Why should you sacrifice me?" Mo Fengyi asked lightly, "Did I do something wrong?"

Yin Nihong was speechless for a moment, Mo Fengyi's hoarse voice almost made her cry, she could only look at him like this and say: "You...you can save the whole Tongzhou by yourself, don't you want Will Tongzhou fall into war again?"

Mo Fengyi sighed, "I'm so powerful, I can save a city by myself."

Yin Nihong didn't know how to respond, she felt that Mo Fengyi's state was really wrong.

"But, if you need an innocent person in exchange for peace in the world, is it really peaceful?" Mo Fengyi stared blankly at Yin Nihong.

The girl was so stared at that she suddenly didn't want to look up.

"That's the only way."

Mo Fengyi nodded: "I know, so even if I don't want to, I still have to go."

Yin Nihong said in a daze: "You..."

"Otherwise those people will come to ask me just like you," Mo Feng said with a strange smile, standing up against the table, "They will say that they can save all of them by sacrificing one of you, why don't you still die?" Woolen cloth?"

His smile was so pale that Yin Nihong suddenly felt his throat tighten.

After Mo Fengyi stood firm, he said: "Okay, everything that needs to be said has been said, you can go back, go back and tell He An, I will give him an explanation for Tao Feng's death, and he must be satisfied."

Yin Nihong suddenly felt red eyes, and murmured: "That's not what I meant..."

"What? Oh - I'm not innocent. After all, I'm indeed a witch, and I did kill Tao Feng. Can you go?" Mo Feng looked at her with a smile on his face.

Yin Nihong was speechless for a moment, and she held back for a long time before she said: "Mo Fengyi, the people around you, Xun Can, Hua Qianzi, Zi Ming...and Wen Yanhuai...they are all... I hope you bear these things alone, but you have also seen what they will bear for you, death and injury! You should know by now! Understand! In the end...Only you, and it must be you, yourself Go fix it all!"

Yin Nihong's every word poked her heart.

Mo Fengyi closed his eyes, and after a while he opened his eyes and laughed at himself: "Yeah... In the end, I will go to see He An alone, and bear all this alone... No one else can help me."

Yin Nihong's eyes flickered: "This is your life."

Mo Fengyi bit his lower lip and nodded: "Yes, so I admit it, I'll go, I'll go by myself."

Yin Nihong was in a daze: "You know I don't want you to be arrested, but there's nothing I can do now."

"I know...you haven't told He An all this time, Tao Feng said that, because Tao Feng hoped that He An would make up his mind to catch me." Mo Fengyi lowered his head and looked at the ground, "So I always wanted to Thank you, after all, you have no responsibility to help me keep a secret."

Yin Nihong smiled bleakly: "You have a conscience."

Mo Fengyi nodded: "Of course, I have a clear distinction between likes and hates. Although you are with them, I still want to thank you."

Yin Nihong recalled something, and said: "You are the same as Xun Can, thank me, what is there to thank..."

Mo Fengyi asked suspiciously, "What? What happened to Xun Can?"

Yin Nihong explained to him: "Didn't he change Ziming back for you before? I talked to him that afternoon, and he thanked me just like you. Your tone is similar."

Mo Fengyi suddenly smiled: "That's right, it shows that he has the same conscience as me...I've heard that he will be buried tomorrow, and he treated you well on the way to Tongzhou. Come and see him then." Bar."

"I'm your enemy, isn't that plausible? Besides, how do you know she's been nice to me?" Yin Nihong said this, but her eyes were full of smiles.

Mo Feng thought for a while and said, "Of course I know, is he treating someone badly? Then you should stand far away, at least let him know that you are here."

Yin Nihong nodded in response: "I will definitely come, he is a good man."

Mo Feng smiled and said, "Me too."

Yin Nihong said thoughtfully: "Don't worry, I'll go too if you die, I'm still dancing on your grave, I'll make you go lively, you won't be lonely at all."

Mo Fengyi's smile froze on his face.

Yin Nihong said again: "Are you really going to see He An? You should know...Once you fall into the hands of the king, it is basically impossible for you to have a chance to escape."

Mo Fengyi nodded his head, and said slowly: "Even if I had a bad record before and liked to deceive people, at least I won't now, don't worry, I will definitely go."

Yin Nihong responded: "Okay, hey, I suddenly feel that there is a poem that is very suitable for you."

Mo Fengyi raised his eyebrows and said, "What?"

Yin Nihong thought for a while and said: "Prosperity will eventually turn to ashes, and in troubled times, thousands of dust will be trampled on."

Mo Feng was puzzled: "You wrote this poem yourself, right?"

"Of course, don't you think it's very literary?" Yin Nihong said with a smile, "I think it suits you very well."

"Where is it against me?" Mo Feng was puzzled.

Yin Nihong pouted: "Well... I can't tell, you can taste it yourself."

"That's fine, let's forget it, why is this poem only half?" Mo Fengyi spread his hands and asked, "What's next? A talented woman? You didn't write half of it, did you?"

Yin Nihong was a little bit uneasy, but she still insisted and said: "You can pick it up later, I'll go first!"

With that said, she hurried out the door.

Mo Fengyi laughed, and sat down with the table propped up again.

Prosperity will eventually turn to ashes, and the chaotic world will step on thousands of dust.

Mo Fengyi thought over the two sentences over and over, but couldn't figure out what Yin Nihong meant.

What does this poem have to do with him?