[Zuzhou] White clothes in the world

Mo Jingzhi climbed up an elm tree, sat on a branch, and dozed off with his back against the trunk.The autumn sun passed through the gaps in the leaves, the shadows of the trees were mottled, and occasionally there was a bird song in his ears. Mo Jingzhi opened his eyes slightly, covered his forehead with his palms, and looked up at the cloudless sky.Many years ago, on such an autumn day, he met Gu Minglan on the way to Yanjing.

When Mo Jingzhi saw Gu Minglan for the first time, he thought that Gu Minglan was a little beggar who came out of nowhere, with unkempt hair and face, only those brown eyes revealed the rebelliousness of this teenage boy.Unruly?Mo Jingzhi rubbed his nose, trying to recall the silent General Yu in his mouth. In the past 20 years, Mo Jingzhi has heard many comments about Gu Minglan, but there is no such word as "rebellious". The description is only "reticent" or "cold and stern".Mo Jingzhi felt that these three words did not match the person he had met and deeply buried in his heart. 20 years ago, Mo Jingzhi went to Yanjing with his father to meet the king. It was on this narrow path outside the county, sitting on the front of the carriage, Mo Jingzhi raised his whip excitedly, and learned to drive with the driver. Before he could hit the horse, the steed raised its front hooves and neighed loudly. Mo Jingzhi was startled, and subconsciously jumped out of the carriage. As soon as he fell to the ground, a long sword was placed around his neck.There was a cold light on the long sword, and a pitiful murderous look on the childish face of a disheveled boy under the age of 14. His brown eyes were frighteningly bright, even scarier than the murderous look on his face. Mo Jingzhi was stunned for a moment, and waited. He saw the expression on the other side clearly, and suddenly grinned.

"What are you laughing at?" Gu Minglan stared and pretended to be fierce. He knew that he looked too small to threaten anyone, so he clenched the long sword in his hand and pointed it towards Mo Jing's neck. Pasted the past.

The sword blade wiped a wound on Mo Jingzhi's fair neck, and bloodshot eyes could be seen faintly. Mo Jingzhi felt the coldness of the blade around his neck, but he didn't feel the pain of the wound. He was completely overwhelmed by the robber who was about his own age The childish and fierce face is attractive.

Mo Jingzhi immediately fell silent, his eyes rolled around, imitating how the servant told him when he met the bandits, he raised his hands high above his head, knelt beside Gu Minglan, and kept saying, "Heroic man, spare your life! Heroic man, spare your life! I'll give you whatever you want, I beg the hero to save my life!"

"Tsk!" I don't know if Mo Jingzhi acted too much, or Gu Minglan didn't care about Mo Jingzhi's begging for mercy.Gu Minglan spat disdainfully, knelt down, and said to Mo Jingzhi, "I don't want money."

"Don't tell me you're dying?!" Mo Jingzhi held back his laugh, and quietly touched the dagger hidden in his waist with his right hand.

Gu Minglan rolled her eyes: "Give me this carriage!"

"Ah?" Mo Jingzhi raised his head, the dagger flashed a blinding white light in front of Gu Minglan, and it missed.The young man clinging to the long sword backed away a foot in an instant, and Mo Jingzhi had no idea how the opponent escaped his attack in such a short period of time.

"Now I not only want this carriage, but I will also take your life!" The young man was enraged, his brown eyes suddenly lit up surprisingly, he was like an eagle released from its cage after being hungry for a long time, staring closely locked prey.

Mo Jingzhi took a breath, that attack just now was his most proud attack technique, if this attack did not restrain the enemy, then Mo Jingzhi would have no chance.Ever since he met this boy, Mo Jingzhi was truly afraid of this dirty robber in front of him for the first time.

Gu Minglan's long sword is like a dragon, its attacks are open and close, and it is dexterous and changeable. Mo Jingzhi fights with a dagger, which is dwarfed by comparison. From the third move, Mo Jingzhi is completely lost to Gu Minglan. The blade of the long sword stabbed at the deadly place, and Mo Jingzhi escaped by luck. Mo Jingzhi didn't know how many times he was lucky. His back was already wet with sweat, and the palm of the hand holding the dagger was dripping with cold sweat.

"Hey, hey, hey! I admit defeat, I'll just give you the carriage!" Mo Jingzhi tried to beg for mercy. He was the only son of Marquis Jinglie, and he was used to being pampered since he was a child. This was the first time he was in such a dangerous environment.

Gu Minglan's sharp eyes did not put away his fierceness, he moved faster and faster, so fast that Mo Jingzhi couldn't catch the series of attacks, so he had to stagger and dodge left and right, in a panic.Mo Jingzhi's black brocade coat was covered with mud, the jade hairpin on the crown fell off, and his hair stuck to his face, making him even more unkempt than Gu Minglan.

"I...you..." Mo Jingzhi exhausted his last breath and lay on his back on the ground, wanting to raise his finger and yell at Gu Minglan, but he didn't have any strength at all.

The condescending man's long sword was aimed at Mo Jingzhi's heart, and Gu Minglan's eyes gradually gathered a layer of hostility, which was so thick that it made one's heart tremble.Mo Jingzhi felt the chill coming from the long sword. In an instant, his whole body was covered by the chill, and Mo Jingzhi fell into great fear. The young man in front of him, who was about the same age as him, seemed to be Shura climbing out of hell step by step. , I just want to be bloodthirsty and there will be no extra emotions.The long sword was an inch away from Mo Jingzhi's heart. Mo Jingzhi knew that he was going to die, so he closed his eyes helplessly, waiting for Gu Minglan's long sword to penetrate his chest.

However, the severe pain did not come, and there was a crisp impact sound in his ears. Mo Jingzhi quickly opened his eyes, and the long sword aimed at his chest fell to the ground. Gu Minglan looked at the carriage in astonishment. The curtains swayed slightly with the autumn wind, but there was no sound in the carriage.

Taking advantage of Gu Minglan's stunned moment, Mo Jingzhi scrambled to the side of the carriage, leaned against the window of the carriage, and wailed loudly, "Dad! Help me!" The voice resounded through the sky and entered the ears of everyone present. The horse that was driving even neighed in shock and raised its front hooves, as if it was about to leave Mo Jingzhi's side immediately.

A snow-white bird landed on Mo Jingzhi's shoulder, it seemed to regard Mo Jingzhi as a tree, and stood on Mo Jingzhi's shoulder to preen its feathers with its beak.Just as Mo Jingzhi raised his hand to stroke the bird's feathers, the bird was startled and flew away with flapping wings.Mo Jing's hand was hanging in the air, and he smiled helplessly. More than 20 years ago, he was as afraid of Gu Minglan as this bird for a moment.

Gu Minglan hijacked the carriage to send an injured companion for treatment, but his companion was seriously injured and died on the way to the doctor.Gu Minglan sat in the carriage blankly, leaning on the long sword, looking at the scarred corpse of her companion, and clenched the long sword in her hand.Mo Jingzhi wanted to reach out to pat Gu Minglan's shoulder, but he was afraid of Gu Minglan's long sword, so he resentfully returned his hand.

The old Marquis Jinglie respected Gu Minglan's love and righteousness, regardless of past suspicions, let Gu Minglan stay in Jingliehou's mansion to protect Mo Jingzhi. From then on, two teenagers of similar age practiced martial arts and swords together.Mo Jingzhi is used to laziness, and has been unable to catch up with Gu Minglan in martial arts, so Mo Jingzhi doesn't care.Gu Minglan didn't talk much at the beginning, but after getting along with Jingliehou's mansion for a long time, Gu Minglan gradually let go, especially under the leadership of Mo Jingzhi, she became famous in Licheng. There are Gu Minglan and Mo Jingzhi's names.

Mo Jingzhi discovered that apart from practicing martial arts, Gu Minglan was very interested in many difficult things. In the scorching heat of Licheng, he planted shade-loving shuangtang flowers and made pastries that no one had ever eaten. When Lan is interested, he will invite Mo Jingzhi to go to Qingshui for a boat tour.Mo Jingzhi recalled the only time he took a boat tour, although he had been throwing up in the dark since the boat left the port, but there was always a person beside him who would caress his back and bring tea, and stay with him in the cabin instead of going out to enjoy the scenery alone, Mo Jingzhi At that time, Jingzhi thought that in a few months, he would come to Qingshui with Gu Minglan to see the scenery on both sides of the strait, and compensate Gu Minglan for the loss of that day.However, Mo Jingzhi never imagined that this first trip to Qingshui would also be the last time for the two of them to visit Qingshui by boat.

Half a year later, when he drove his horse through the gate of Licheng alone and chased him to the shore of Qingshui, Gu Minglan was standing on the bow of the boat, holding the long sword in his hand, and there was no trace of guilt in his sharp eyes with regret.Just like what Fuyu said, Gu Minglan is a heartless person, he will not stop for anyone, even if he once told that person that he wanted to follow in his footsteps for the rest of his life.

The angle of the sun gradually changed, and Mo Jingzhi looked down. On the narrow path, there were only three or two farmers with loads.The trail is quiet, as if walking on this road, people will naturally quiet down.Sitting on the tree, Mo Jingzhi stretched out his hand and touched the dagger at his waist, and smiled slightly.Gu Minglan said that he wanted to follow in his footsteps for the rest of his life, but Gu Minglan didn't know that in Mo Jingzhi's eyes, he also wanted to follow in his footsteps for a lifetime.Two people chasing each other are on two parallel roads that will never meet. They can only look at each other for a lifetime, but they will never meet again.

There was a sound of wind in his ears, Mo Jingzhi raised his head, a icy light hit from above his head, Mo Jingzhi drew his dagger out of its sheath, blocking the approaching cold light.

"Shen Cang." Mo Jingzhi opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were as sharp as a leopard's with a cold dead silence, and a flash of disappointment.

The person who came was the one he was waiting for.

Mo Jun paced back and forth in the house anxiously. Ever since Mo Jingzhi left Yanjing, he was locked in his palace and could not go out for half a step.He tried to contact Fuyu secretly, but could not get any news.Half a month has passed, and in a few days, it will be the day agreed with Hu Xun. If he doesn't show up again, this deal will fall through.

After walking back and forth in the house for a long time, Mo Jun finally couldn't bear it anymore, and pushed open the door. In front of him, there was a mass of black armored warriors like a high black wall, completely enclosing Qi Yuanhou's mansion.The servant who was following Mo Jun hurried forward, trying to persuade his master: "Master Hou, you should go back to the house first."

Mo Jun was trapped in the house for half a month, and he was already depressed. He never thought that his servant would not only not help him, but also prevent him from going out. Mo Jun pushed the servant away, took a deep breath, and faced The former Yuan Jin reprimanded: "How many more days do you want to besiege the Marquis? The Marquis is a blood relative of the royal family, and your Marquis is only a partial family. What right does he have to besiege the Marquis?!"

Yuan Jin glanced at Mo Jun. The cold look in his eyes made Mo Jun take a step back involuntarily. Unwilling to reconcile, Mo Jun took another step forward. This time he dared to come out with all his courage. The little lieutenant broke evil?Mo Jun straightened his chest again, and when he was about to speak, he was intimidated by Yuan Jin's black waist badge.

What Yuan Jin took out was a piece of black jade engraved with a token of a red long-eared rat, which was the fire imperial decree of the Lord of Yankong, representing Yankong's absolute authority.

"Master Hou, this is the order of the lord." Yuan Jin looked coldly at Qi Yuanhou who was kneeling on the ground shaking like chaff, and carefully put the token back into his arms.

Mo Jun waited for Yuan Jin to go far away before standing up tremblingly. The servant hurried up to help Marquis Qi Yuan up. Mo Juan sighed and asked in a low voice, "Is there any news from Miss Fuyu?" ?”

The servant was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "Miss Fuyu is no longer in Licheng."

"What?!" Mo Jun tightly grasped the servant's hand, very shocked.Fuyu is not in Licheng, so where will she go?If there is no Fuyu, how can I contact Shile?A trace of unease suddenly surged in Mo Jun's chest. He was trapped in the Marquis Mansion. He might not have been grounded for simply investigating the cause of Zhao Chen's death. Cold sweat was running down Mo Jun's forehead. He had a premonition that Fuyu's identity could no longer be hidden.