Shadowguard in disguise as a sheep

Sitting in the study, Ji Mo held the two pieces of paper in his hand, glanced at them, picked up a pen and wrote a letter to the figure kneeling on the ground: "Send it to the Fifth Prince."

The figure nodded and left immediately.

At the end of the season, he read the two pieces of paper that Tsing Yi took again, slowly burned the paper, and said softly: "Don't worry, I will do what I say."

The ashes were scattered in the brazier, Ji Mo's expression was calm, his eyes even fainted with tenderness, his white clothes were still there, but the killing had already begun.

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The scorching heat is over, the weather is getting cooler, the leaves are falling, and the bleak autumn wind is blowing the car curtains.

Ying Yi drove the horse farther and farther away from the capital, his heart seemed to be empty, hanging there without any focus, the master sent several people to protect them secretly.Ying Yi drove the carriage every day, never took the initiative to speak, just like a piece of wood with its own freezing effect.

From time to time, Mr. Zhao raised the curtain of the car, recited a poem, and muttered.

Zhenyan was sleeping soundly in the car, sometimes muttering some unintelligible dreams, they drove away, but Yingyi still persisted in wanting to kill Ji Hui with his own hands, but Zhenyan occasionally woke up and would Sitting beside Yingyi, watching him drive and chatting with him.

"The world is a big dream. How often is autumn cool in life? When the night comes, the wind and leaves are already blowing on the corridor. Look at the brows and temples." Mr. Zhao began to recite poems again, expressing emotion about life.

Mantra only has the impression of "he is so noisy" to this magic stick. As long as Mr. Zhao starts to chant poems, he will sit next to Yingyi, looking bored, and then take the initiative to provoke the topic, talking about the time he and his master used to have. time together.

The mantra coughed and coughed, and began to continue yesterday's speech.

Mantra wanted to see if Yingyi was listening to him carefully, so he asked, "Yingyi, what did I say yesterday?"

Ying Yi tilted his head slightly, and said indifferently: "Your master took you to travel around. You have caught ghosts and killed demons. One day, the elusive master suddenly received a signal. Your master rushed to a village and collected the ghosts." There was a letter from a woman whom he had a crush on but missed in the end."

Mantra nodded, um, basically word for word.

"Yes, that's what I'm talking about. It was ten years ago. At that time, I was a child. The master seemed very sad. No, it should be very sad. I asked him why, but he refused to tell me. I found out later that that woman is Ji Mo's mother."

"Master's mother?" Ying Yi, who had always been a listener, suddenly responded.

The mantra was even more eager to speak, and he was about to spill the blood of those years, but a few traces of sadness slid across his handsome face, but there was no trace of sadness in his voice.

"Ji Mo's mother was very beautiful. My master said that she was the most beautiful woman in the world. I have seen the portraits painted by my master. He was so ugly. But when I saw Ji Mo later, I thought it was true."

Ying Yi nodded in agreement: "Yes."

Shingon smiled, and the carriage just drove out of a tree. Shingon stretched out his arms and picked off a leaf. This leaf was only slightly yellowed, showing the feeling of vicissitudes. The experience that Mangon said before is true and false , mixed with the miscellaneous histories he had read, but now he intends to tell the whole truth, to tell what he saw when he was a child.

Mantra took a deep breath: "Master and I traveled day and night after reading that letter, but it took a month before we arrived in Kyoto."

The voice of the mantra gradually faded: "When we arrived, Ji Mo's mother was already dead, and Ji Mo was put in prison."

"Everyone is saying that Ji Mo's mother committed adultery, gave birth to a wild species, confused the royal family's blood, and should punish the nine clans. Ji Mo should die as a matter of course."

"Master was a well-known miraculous doctor at the time. We found a way to enter the palace. They wished they could establish a relationship with my master. The palace was in chaos at the time. Their faces were all the same expression, with such bright smiles, but let me go. Tired of life, before he was imprisoned at the end of the season, he won a lot of praise from the government and the public. He is very young, but he almost knows everything about the ancient and the present. Do you know that he has a photographic memory. I took out the books I wrote down and read them one by one.”

Mantra's fingers crushed the leaves, but he didn't know it, and his smile gradually turned cold: "The reputation and brilliance at the end of the season are not what a child with no background should have, and those people, of course, can't tolerate him. His mother had already been neglected, and her physical condition was getting worse and worse. Without precious medicine, she couldn't survive at all. The palace is a place where people cannibalize. As long as you are neglected, even the most humble people will come up to step on you. At the end of the season, a bet was made, and then they regained favor, and the end of the season shined brightly overnight, and then fell in the most tragic way in just a split second."

"I didn't see his mother's body. The master went alone, but the master who had never cried before cried for the first time. After he came back, he didn't want to mention it. I found out later. I couldn't understand it. At the end of the season, I saw it with my own eyes. Seeing his mother being abused in that room, finally wrapped in tattered straw mats, and thrown into a mass grave, we dare not delay for a moment, explaining to the emperor that the authenticity of the blood can be identified, and the emperor postpones the death penalty , when they got to the prison, they didn't have time, the queen was cruel and ruthless, they cut the weeds and roots, and they had already eaten the poisonous food for the end of the season!"

The mantra suppressed the restless mood: "The people in that prison are basically dead, the air inside is full of despair, their breathing seems to be lingering, even calling themselves wronged, they are weak, damp and It was cold and dark, and when I walked in, there was a rotten smell inside, and there were rats running by my feet. They must have grown up eating human flesh. The guard in the prison said that Ji Mo was about to die, there was only a trace of breath, everyone thought he was going to die, but the master insisted on going, I could feel his trembling."

"I saw the end of the season later, he was only a skeleton, his eyes were wide open, empty, but it seemed to be on fire, he did eat the food, the food was too poisonous, but he ate me A elixir that the master left for his mother. The taste of that medicine is worse than death, not to mention that he also took a poison, the degree of pain should be... unimaginable."

Yingyi's forehead trembled slightly, and the mantra paused: "It was only when he crawled in front of us that I realized that his legs were also disabled, and the reason why his eyes were hollow was because he was blind, and he was so small. , I just took a look at it, and I felt that it must be extremely uncomfortable, but I couldn't empathize with it, but he couldn't be comforted, I felt like he was in hell, but he didn't want to climb out, he just wanted to pull others in."

Ying Yi took a breath in a depressive and silent way, trying to relieve his feeling of suffocation.

The mantra seems to be very difficult to recall in retrospect, and after a while: "He refused to heal his legs and eyes. He wanted to hide his strength and bide his time. The safest way to not be seen through is to fake the show."

The mantra threw away the debris in his hand: "You haven't seen him when he was a child, his whole body was dusty, I asked him why he looked so painful, but he could show the brightest and brightest smile, To be honest, that made me feel creepy, I even felt that no one could save him, you know, he is obviously still a child, even now, he has just given the crowning ceremony, but the vicissitudes of life are unbelievable."

Ying Yi nodded lightly, then shook his head again, before he didn't know about his master's past, he put his master in a place far away, he felt that his master was a bright moon and breeze that he couldn't hold, he regarded his approaching as a It was a friendship for a while, because he had been with him for so long and the master was still young, so he had those wrong emotional illusions. He even felt that the darkness the master experienced was only the time when he was disabled and bullied in the mansion. He would take the initiative to ask about it, and the master was not willing to tell him that he thought the master was the cleanest and purest person in the world. Although there was a reason for those who vowed to put some people to death, they never thought that the reason was hidden in the depths. A painful past.

The language is so pale and powerless, he already felt so uncomfortable listening to these pale and powerless things, he was still the master of the child at that time, how sad he really couldn't empathize.

Ying Yi fell into a long silence, the air around him was suffocating and sad, his chest seemed to be squeezed, he seemed to be strangled by someone, he drove the horse expressionlessly, holding the knuckles of the whip whitish.

Yingyi's other hand was still holding the rein, but suddenly there was an urge in his heart to rush back regardless. He even felt stupid and cowardly, because he was afraid that he would not be able to suppress his feelings, and was afraid that he would be punished if he showed his feelings. Injury, he doubted it, and he refused to believe it. He was afraid that the master would force it, but he forgot that the master was willing to take a step forward. It may not have taken a lot of courage. His backing down again and again is the most sad thing.

And the last thing he wanted to do was to make his master sad.

The mantra didn't pay attention to Ying Yi, and he smiled slowly, exhaling the depression in his chest: "Fortunately, I met you, I can feel that he has changed, he is no longer desperate, sometimes when he talks about you, he laughs, like a man from childhood. A person who has not experienced any haze, warm and full of vigor, he has goals and hopes, all of this is because of you, Yingyi."

Yingyi's hands trembled slightly, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Mantra, I really want to go back."

Zhenyan's eyes widened. They had been driving for more than a day: "Why?"

He didn't want to hesitate, he was afraid that time would make him timid again, he wanted to look at his master, he was very distressed.

Ying Yi suppressed the sourness in his eyes, he really wanted to go back, but he couldn't, he would rush back immediately after the mantra and Mr. Zhao were settled.