Rebirth of the Substitute Male Concubine

That feeling of being connected by blood, that connection between the characters of father, even if the Mozi inkstone in front of him could not move, but Nangong Chenli could feel it.

He always felt that Mo Ziyan was looking at him, smiling at him, and saying to him: No matter who you are, you are my son, and I am proud of having a son like you.

Unable to bear it, Nangong Chenli finally couldn't bear the pain in his heart, he clearly knew that Mo Ziyan was already dead, but when he saw the lifelike wax figure, Nangong Chenli felt that Mo Ziyan was alive.

His father, he did his best for Tianyao, but in the end it ended up like that. Nangong Chenli was bleeding while wiping the wax figure of Mozi inkstone. When he saw the white line in the black silk of Mozi inkstone, he finally Unable to control, wept bitterly.

The twelve soldiers of Moziyan, looking at Nangong Chenli who fell beside Xue Wuchi, and the "Moziyan" who was motionless, felt even more bitter in their hearts.

"Let's go out, let the young master and the young master get along more, they haven't seen each other for 18 years." Mo Zi said this, and he was heartbroken.

In 18 years, Mo Heng should be the one suffering the most. The 12 of them have been with the young master for at least ten years, but what about Mo Heng?He hadn't seen his father since he was born, and this was the first time he saw him.

Twelve soldiers walked out quietly, Wu Ya and Xiao Shenlong followed behind silently, they seemed to understand Nangong Chenli's pain at this moment.

The twelve personal soldiers stood outside the tent in two rows, their bodies standing like pines and cypresses, as if they had stood by Mo Ziyan's side for 18 years.

Little Shenlong and Wu Ya stood outside the tent, looking at the scenery of Cang Qiong Mountain. Standing here, they had the feeling of holding the world in their palms.

Inside the camp, Xue Wuchi patted Nangong Chenli on the back lightly, comforting him somewhat stiffly.

"Your father, he is a wise and open-minded man. He already knew that he would have such a day. Look, he still has no regrets, right?"

There is no shortage of geniuses in this world, but there is a lack of room for them to grow. Although Mo Ziyan is unparalleled in talent, he seldom shows it. The only shocking move is the "Underground Imperial City", where he fought against Tianli and Tianyao back then. .

Perhaps, Mo Ziyan knew that he would have such a day, so he built the "Underground Imperial City" regardless of everything, and left the detailed architectural drawings.

Mo Ziyan knew early on that his life might not be too long, so in the last battle of his life, he showed all his talents and no longer hid them.

In this way, even if he dies, the Mohist family will be able to maintain their well-being for the rest of their lives under his prestige, and the royal family will not easily touch the Mohist family because of his meritorious service. thought about it.

The person who has passed away is gone, no matter how much the living person misses, how much he misses, how much he does not give up, he cannot be reborn, and he cannot speak even a word with the living person.

You must know that not everyone in this world is as lucky as Nangong Chenli, and it is impossible to resurrect from the dead.

Xue Wuchi looked at Nangong Chenli who was lying in his arms crying so sadly, his first thought was if Nangong Chenli had died like that and was not reborn as Mo Heng, then what would happen to him?

Thinking of this possibility, Xue Wuchi felt an indescribable panic in his heart, and unconsciously tightened his hand holding Nangong Chenli, as if only in this way could he lock Nangong Chenli firmly, and be sure that Nangong Chenli was What is alive is by his side.

Under such panic, Xue Wuchi's uneasiness became more and more serious, he had to say something to comfort Nangong Chenli, and comfort himself, so that his flustered heart could be calmed down.

"Mo Heng, your Mo family are all legends. You want to believe in Mo Ziyan, and believe in your father. If you can survive this way, maybe somewhere your father Mo Ziyan is also alive, living in his way .

What's more, even if he really doesn't exist and has disappeared since then, he still lives in our hearts in his own way, doesn't he?

We, anyone who has ever been with Mo Ziyan will never forget him. He lives in our hearts in his unique way, like a flash in the pan, although it is short-lived, it is an instant youth. "

Every word fell in Nangong Chenli's ears and knocked on their hearts.Death may be another birth.

"Is he really still alive?"

Obviously knowing that this was Xue Wuchi's consolation, but Nangong Chenli still had a shred of hope.

Nangong Chenli raised his head from Xue Wuchi's arms, his eyes, which were like clear springs, were dyed with autumn colors at this time, the full pupils glistened with tears, and there was careful questioning and anticipation in the eyes.

Seeing Nangong Chenli like this, Xue Wuchi's heart aches, Nangong Chenli has never been so careful before, such a Nangong Chenli is so fragile, so fragile that people can't wait to hold him in his arms , to block all the wind and rain and troubles for him.

Facing Nangong Chenli like this, Xue Wuchi could no longer explain, let alone deny, and only nodded seriously.

"Believe me, Moziyan will live in his own way. Maybe he is living in a world we don't know. There is a miracle like you in this world. Isn't there a miracle of Moziyan?"

Miracle, yes, whether it is Nangong Chenli or Mo Heng, it is a miracle to survive, and at this moment, Xue Wuchi can finally face Nangong Chenli's death.

Xue Wuchi had been avoiding the issue of Nangong Chenli's death and Mo Heng's life, but at this moment he was able to face it calmly, using Nangong Chenli's miracle to convince Mo Heng that Mo Ziyan would also have a miracle .

Nangong Chenli didn't say much after hearing this, and nodded, no matter it was true or not, this person's comfort at this moment made him warm, Nangong Chenli buried his head in Xue Wuchi's arms again, for a long, long time.

For a dead person, no matter how finely the wax figure is made, no matter how lifelike he is sitting there, he will never be able to say a word to you, even the last sentence: Are you my son?Will not work.

For those who survived, they still have a lot to do.When you are strong, you should be strong. Nangong Chenli has always been able to do this.

The next day, when the twelve guards brought simple porridge with wild vegetables, Nangong Chenli and Xue Wuchi had recovered their composure, and they sat in the white tent to eat with "Moziyan".

"Young master will go out to practice martial arts secretly every day before dawn. You usually only eat white rice porridge for breakfast. You like clear water more than tea. After eating, you usually read books and deal with Mohist affairs in the study. Young master 12 He started to take over the affairs of the Mohist family when he was young, and to the outside world, it was the old Hou Ye who took care of the housework, but everyone in the Mohist family knew that it was only when the young master of the Mohist family said it. The young master himself."

While setting up breakfast for "Moziyan", Mozi talked about some life details of Moziyan, which was very simple but the most real.As long as I talk about these Mozi, I think of the way I was with the young master at that time.

The Young Master is always surrounded by many equally outstanding men and women, but the most intimate ones are only the ex-Tianyao Emperor who was still the prince at the beginning, and the former East Court King who controlled Tianyao's soldiers and horses.

At that time, the young master and the other two had a great reputation in Tianyao, but the young master was always cautious, no matter what, his reputation did not surpass the first two.These three people were later called the Three Heroes of Tianyao, and the son was even called Clivia, but in the end the son died at the hands of his best friend.

Every time he thinks of this, Mozi can't let go, he can't help but ask again, is the young master too good, or those people are too small-minded?

The young master is talented but never arrogant. No matter when or whom he faces, he will always give the most kind and friendly smile. How can anyone in this world be cruel to attack the young master? Such a unparalleled young master can only end up like that in the end .

Nangong Chenli, Xue Wuchi, Wuya and Xiao Shenlong didn't say anything, they just quietly accompanied "Moziyan" to eat, except for the white rice in the bowl of "Moziyan", everyone's food was ordinary. The porridge with wild vegetables tasted really not good, but the four of Xue Wuchi ate not a drop of it.

After the meal, eight of the twelve guards went to deal with the sundries, leaving four of them to guard outside the camp of "Moziyan", making routine inspections, looking serious and earnest.

Even though no one other than the 18 of them has been to this place for 12 years, they never relax for a moment.

The four people who stayed behind held long guns and stood solemnly outside the tent. This tent was more important than their lives. When they were on duty, they were the most loyal fighters.

Nangong Chenli, Xue Wuchi, Wuya and Xiaoshenlong rejected Mozi's accompanying arrangement, saying that they wanted to take a walk on Cangqiong Mountain. The way to go, go on.

"Their life is very hard, but they can stick to it for 18 years without moving a single step. Nangong Chenli, your father is really great, whether it is Nangong Yu or Mozi inkstone." After holding back for a whole day, Wu Ya finally said After hearing these words, he was always moved when he came to Cang Qiong Mountain.

Wu Ya only learned about Mozi's inkstone yesterday, but this does not prevent Wuya from worshiping Mozi.

Seeing Moziyan's twelve personal soldiers, Wu Ya could vaguely understand the charm of Moziyan from them.In this life, there are a group of people who protect him like this. He is more worthy of admiration than a god. After all, there is only one Mozi inkstone that can do this in this world.

"It's the Mo family who are sorry for them." Nangong Chenli seemed to be walking leisurely, but Xue Wuchi understood that his heart was not at peace at all. The Mo family was too conservative when dealing with the matter of Mozi inkstone, and the Mo family was cautious and careful. Hurt a lot of people.

"Nangong Chenli, isn't Tianyao's Li family destroyed now, and Tianyao is rebuilding, why don't you let them go back?" Wu Ya carefully suggested, he admires heroes, and he also admires the guards around heroes. Such loyal guards deserve the best.

Nangong Chenli and Xue Wuchi stayed with Mo Ziyan for a day and a night, and he also dug out a lot about Tianyao's situation at this time from Xiao Shenlong's mouth.

If the little Shenlong hadn't informed Wu Ya and the twelve guards of Tianyao's situation last night, the twelve guards would not have been so enthusiastic about letting Nangong Chenli stay with "Mozi Yan" for breakfast today. And tell Nangong Chenli some daily habits of Mozi inkstone.