unscrupulous male concubine

There were two knocks, the door was knocked, and a thin figure appeared on the door.

It is a little tea that takes care of Mo Weizhe's daily life.

"Young master, Mr. Xiujun, please see me."

Mo Weizhe stopped Chunjing from waving his hand to light the candle, and said loudly, "It's just in time, please come up."

Mr. Xiu is chubby, with short legs and short hands, like a ball. The door was opened, and he "rolled" in from the outside.

"Young Master Wei? Why didn't you turn on the lamp?" Mr. Xiu's voice was thick and thick, and he wondered if it was because the chassis was relatively low, so it was very stable.

"Just get used to it."

Chunjing looked at Mr. Xiu who was standing at the door, almost blocking all the light, and raised his eyebrows slightly. How did such a chubby person play the piano and compose music?Is the body flexible enough?

Mo Weizhe said, "Mr. Xiu, show me your crystal."

Mr. Xiu tilted his head, seeing Mo Weishi behind the purple light, he was stunned for a moment, hurriedly took off the crystal pendant around his waist, stepped forward, handed it to Mo Weishi carefully, turned his head and saw Chun holding his chin Jing's eyes widened suddenly, and he shouted in a naive voice, "Ah! You are Mr. Jingchun!"

Chunjing raised her eyebrows, turned her head to look at Mo Weizhe, and said with a smile, "I never thought I would be so famous!"

"Mr. Xiu, you should go back today." Mo Weizhe didn't look at him, but said to Mr. Xiu with a smile.

Xiujun glanced at Chunjing, nodded slightly, turned and left the room, and closed the door behind him.

"Come and see," Mo Weizhe took a deep breath, and put the jade pendant against the purple flame, "these are embroidered characters."

Chun Jing waved her hand to light up the candles in the room, and looked at Mo Weizhe who walked into the room holding the candlestick, "How do you know he's dead?"

Mo Weizhe rubbed the crystal pendant and walked out from the inside, "You see, it is stained with blood. When Chu Yang passed away, I should have taken this crystal pendant back, but unfortunately I missed the opportunity at that time. He Although he doesn't know how to play the piano, he doesn't know calligraphy and painting, but he is a straightforward and lovely person."

Chun Jing was somewhat skeptical of Mo Weizhe's words, and blamed a dead person, everything he said was right!

"Chuyang, how did that person die?"

"I don't know."

"Aren't you someone you approve of? Why don't you even care about how people die?"

"When a person dies, everything is empty, and it is useless to think too much."

"Then you are too ruthless!"

"I'm really ruthless. If one day you leave suddenly, no matter what the reason is, I won't care too much. Because your life is over, but mine will continue."

Chun Jing stared at him for a while with puffed cheeks, then snorted coldly, "You should know where he is buried!"

"West Mountain Wulipo."

Chunjing stood up, turned around and walked out, walked two steps and then turned to look at Mo Weizhe, "Let's go together, don't you plan to go to worship?"

"It's been dead for so many years, it's unnecessary."

Mo Weizhe's answer was very indifferent, he found a dusty wooden box from a corner, and threw the crystal pendant that belonged to Chuyang into it.

Chunjing stared at him and frowned, "You won't have a friend like you!"

"I don't need that kind of trouble."

Before he finished speaking, Chun Jing had already slammed the door of the room.Chunjing looked back at the closed door and hummed softly, Mo Weizhe was too cold.The elegant fragrance of gardenia lingered at the tip of his nose, full of fragrance. He frowned slightly and looked up at the greenhouse on the top floor. He still wanted to find an opportunity to go up and find out. He secretly planned, slowly retracted his gaze, and saw it not far away when he turned his head. Nine fold clouds.

Leaning his back against the railing, he turned his head to look at the lively hall downstairs, but his eyes were full of mocking smiles.The men who serve people in Israel are not just playing around. How much sincerity is behind the smile?Sensing Chun Jing's gaze, he froze for a moment, then turned his head back and smiled at Chun Jing.

Chunjing frowned and took a deep breath, and walked past Jiudieyun without looking sideways.

"Do you know where Xishan is? Do you want me to accompany you?"

Jiudieyun followed Chunjing, with one hand behind his back, while gently shaking his fan with the other, he asked with a leisurely smile.

Chunjing pursed her lips tightly and said nothing, he knew that even if he objected, Jiudieyun would still follow him, the two of them were very similar in their stubbornness.

"Has Mo Weizhe always been this indifferent?" Chunjing turned to look at Jiudieyun, frowning slightly.

"Yeah, he seems to have seen through life and death. Don't look at his books and make so many tears from the audience, but he himself doesn't think so. I've always wondered that his books can't even move me. How can I be moved? Those morons. I've never seen him shed a tear."

Chunjing walked silently along the narrow alley. Mo Weizhe said that all his relatives died in the war between the wolf clan and the fox clan.

Mo Weizhe has been very indifferent to the death of his family members. At that time, when he mentioned the past...he said, "Their bodies have already turned into a pile of bones under the wasteland... So what if they live for a long time, isn't it the same ending at the end?" Why should the living be obsessed with life and death... They sacrificed their lives for the country, for the people, and died well..."

I have seen too much life and death, so I am so indifferent.

"Jingchun!" Jiudieyun suddenly grabbed his hand.

"what happened?"

Jiudieyun pursed his lips and swallowed a mouthful of spittle. He tilted his head slightly, with a trace of fear in his eyes, "Xishan is a cemetery, so we can't see anything at night, or we can go at dawn."

Chun Jing raised her eyebrows, narrowed her eyes slightly, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Aren't you scared?"

"How...how is it possible!" Jiudieyun stammered, and argued with his eyes wide open, "I...how could I be afraid!"

"Let's go then."

Xishan is the place where the sun will set, the place where the last ray of sunshine falls, and the darkest place in the night.The name Xishan is actually just a hillside with an altitude of 200 meters. The mountain is continuous and has little ups and downs.

The winding path is only less than a foot wide, full of potholes and stubborn rocks. The forests on the mountain are layered on top of each other, and the branches of trees on the top of the head are criss-crossed, covering the starry sky. The ankle of a night traveler.

The fallen leaves were wet and slippery, and they made a crunching sound when they stepped on them. Jiudieyun took Chunjing's hand and followed him closely, paying attention to all the sounds around him vigilantly. His body trembled violently, and his nerves tensed.

The noise of clattering suddenly came from his feet, Jiudieyun froze suddenly, and grabbed Chunjing's hand tightly, unable to take a step, his body trembled as if he was sifting chaff.

Chun Jing sighed and reached out to wrap his arms around his shoulders.Standing here and looking back at the city, it is brightly lit and brilliant, but when you turn your head, you will see the gloomy and ghostly tombs, it is simply heaven with one foot and hell with the other.It's no wonder that Jiudieyun is afraid, even he himself feels a chill down his spine!

He lowered his head and glanced at Nine Folds Cloud, who was clasping his hands tightly to his chest, his eyes flickering in panic, and suddenly felt that he was as weak as a girl. If Ruirui was here, he would have dragged himself to the top.Thinking of Ruirui, Chunjing couldn't help frowning, took a deep breath, and opened the folding fan with a snap. In an instant, a row of lights lit up on the winding path, illuminating the way forward .

"Oh! It's great!" Jiudieyun's eyes widened suddenly, and he praised without hesitation.

"So you can go by yourself?"

Chunjing raised her arm, showed Jiudieyun her wrinkled sleeves, and said helplessly.

"Hiss...you are drenched in sweat! It will definitely be cold when the wind blows!"

Jiudieyun shuddered, touched his nose, and said sincerely.

The hillside is full of high and low tombs, some are covered with weeds, and some have been eroded by wind and sand, turning into dirt bags that are almost indistinguishable from the low ground. There is a simple tombstone in front of the grave to remind the widow, An old man was buried there.

The blue phosphor powder floats in the air, sticking to everyone.

"You look here, I'll go over there." Chunjing transformed two lanterns and gave one to Jiudieyun.

"I..." Jiudieyun held the lantern and opened his mouth, looking at Chun Jing who had already bypassed the tombs and went to the back, he gritted his teeth and closed his mouth before finishing a sentence.

The lantern swayed in Jiudieyun's hands, making creaking noises, which made his heart tremble, but he could only bite the bullet and continue searching.

"Yue, Ruzhang, this is... Qi, Yi, Obscure..."

Chunjing inspected the tombstones one by one, and silently read the names on them. Some of these tombstones were still very new, and some were so dilapidated that the words on them could not be seen clearly.

When he found the last one in a row, he turned his head and saw Jiudieyun closely behind him. He froze for a moment, then widened his eyes, "Hey! This is the cemetery, don't follow me silently." How about the back! People are scary and scary!"

Jiudieyun bit her lip, stepped aside, and let Chunjing pass by.

Chun Jing took a deep breath, pointed to the row of tombstones in front of her, "Go and see the row in front, it's okay."

Jiudieyun dawdled for a while before walking silently to the front row. He stared at Chunjing closely, keeping the two of them in sync.

"Speaking of which, we don't need to read all of them!" Chunjing suddenly stopped, and turned to look at Jiudieyun, who was holding a lantern and tremblingly looking at the tombstone, "Mo Weizhe said, that Chuyang was born two years ago Passed away. What we are looking at now is 500 years ago!"

Once a person becomes anxious, his head will heat up, and when his head gets hot, he will forget some basic common sense.

Jiudieyun followed Chunjing to find the latest tomb and started to get up early again.

There was a whining sound of wind in the air, blowing away the bloody smell from the new grave, and the phosphorous fire swayed with the wind, dotted like stars in the sky.

But Chun Jing has no intention of appreciating it at all, he needs to confirm the identity of this Chu Yang as soon as possible, besides, will that person have those inexplicable idleness in the cemetery?