On How a Sworn Enemy Becomes a Lover

Xi Xian frowned, he was really worried about Linglong.He knows his father's character well. Although his father loves Linglong, cleaning the house is more important than Linglong's.

He would really abandon Linglong in order to clean up his family.

How could Mo Er not understand, he swallowed the comforting words, and finally turned into a long sigh of helplessness.

"what do you mean?"

Mo Er had already been demonized in Xi Xian's eyes, as if there was nothing he couldn't do in this world, but at this moment he was discouraged, which made Xi Xian feel even more uncertain.

"Actually, it's good for Linglong to marry Mo Yi." Mo Er told the truth. For Xi Linglong, marrying Mo Yi is a guaranteed deal. One is that Mo Yi has a special status. From the very beginning, she was destined to be the leader of the Yue people. If Linglong married him, she would be the princess in the future. Secondly, it would also ease the relationship between the Mo Xi family.

Xixian didn't think so. An eagle that lost its wings and was locked in a golden cage could only be a house sparrow.

But he couldn't talk to Mo Er, Mo Er was reasonable anyway, arguing with him would only make him feel wrong, after thinking about it, he went back and asked Linglong.

Said that the wind is the rain, just thought of asking Linglong, and was about to get up and leave in a blink of an eye, and ran away in a hurry without even saying a word of confession to Mo Er.

After Xixian left, Mo Er managed to relax, took out the book he hadn't finished reading a few days ago, and flipped through it casually under the sunlight.

Until it was dark, Mo Er didn't move his place, he rubbed his sore eyes and got up when he had almost finished a book, and called Xiao Jin to prepare food.

He lowered his head and shouted for a long time, but Xiaojin didn't answer, but a clear female voice sounded.

"Mo Er, what did you tell Xixian?" Linglong was not used to calling Xixian brother, she always called him by his first name.

When Mo Er saw Linglong coming, he put down his book and said with a smile, "Why, he went back to trouble you."

The pampering and tolerance inside and outside the words are obvious, Linglong couldn't help but look at Mo Er more.

"It's nothing, just asking questions, it bothered me for a long time." Xi Linglong's tone was quite normal, and others might not be able to hear it, but who was Mo Er, he held Linglong's hand sharply. Emotions, that trace of disdain and contempt are a bit harsh.

Linglong would do this, and Mo Er also expected it.After all, no matter how open-minded a person is, if he sacrifices himself to protect others, he will have a lump in his heart.

"At first I got the task of proposing a marriage, so I found Xi Xian and asked him to persuade Xi Patriarch from the sidelines, but he rejected me without even thinking about it." Although Mo Er didn't say it clearly, the news revealed in his words was that Xi Xian It is obvious that I really care about you.

Linglong couldn't help laughing, she would never have imagined before that one day Moer would speak for Xixian.

"You spoke for him instead!"

Even though Mo Er saw her mocking, he still didn't take it seriously: "Just talk about the facts."

"Is it right or wrong for me to marry Mo Yi?" Linglong went straight to today's topic, she agreed to Mo Yi that day, went back to think about it, and felt that it was wrong. She wanted to discuss it with someone, but after much deliberation, she didn't know where to go. Who has no choice but to look for Mo Er.

Right or wrong, Mo Er can't say well.

But from the perspective of washing the house, it is the most correct decision.

He also told Linglong the same way.

Linglong closed her eyelids: "In that case, I'm married!"

When Linglong left, Mo Er realized that she had taken off the silver bell on her wrist.

He couldn't hear the crisp ringtone, and Mo Er always felt that something was missing.

Mo Er didn't know how Linglong told his family, but after only one day, the news of his wedding to Mo spread all over Panyu City.

The wedding date was initially set on March 24, that is, fifteen days later.

And Mo Er also justifiably became the officiant ambassador.

The customs of the Yue people are always somewhat different from those of the Han people.

Before marriage or funeral, one must worship God.However, the Yue people worship the god as the tree god, that is, an old tree that has been growing for a long time.

Every branch of Jiuyue has a tree god, and the tree god of Xijia is in the Lishan Mountain in the west of Panyu City, not far away, and it only takes three days to go back and forth.

In fact, women are not allowed to worship tree gods, but Linglong is an exception.

On March [-]th, the worship team set off, and Mo Er, as the officiant ambassador, naturally had to accompany him.

Apart from the servants and attendants, only Xixian was left.

Today Linglong didn't ride a horse, but sat in a carriage, covered by heavy curtains, Mo Er only saw her straight hand.

Xixian sat in front of the carriage, and drove the carriage himself. When he saw Mo Er, he didn't express anything. After seeing him for a few days, he seemed to have matured a lot, but when he opened his mouth, he felt a little corrupted by Mo Er.

"Mo Er, go ride a horse!" How could Mo Er know how to ride a horse? In order to distinguish him from others, the princess did not let him learn this at all. Isn't it a bit difficult at this moment!

Xi Xian saw Mo Er's predicament, and then realized that he had poked Mo Er's pain point again, and wanted to hide it with a huh, but he hadn't convinced anyone, and he didn't know what to say.

Mo Er was actually very angry. His face was a little dark at first, but when he thought that the other party was Xi Xian, a guy who had never been able to speak well, his anger subsided a little, and he took the initiative to give Xi Xian a step down: "Let me drive the car with you. !"

It takes one day to walk from Panyu City to Lishan Mountain. The mountain road is bumpy and tortuous. It's not because he looks down on Mo Er, but because he really thinks that Mo Er's small physique can't bear the hardship. His brain twitched and he suggested: " Why don't you take the carriage with Linglong."

After all, Patriarch Xi loved the girl dearly, so he specially sent someone to pick the softest bear skin in the North Kingdom as a cushion.

Mo Er's brain buzzed, and before he could refute, Linglong in the car spoke first: "Brother, what are you talking about, men and women are different, especially me and the second prince have special identities."

After learning about it, she felt aware of this, but from Linglong's mouth, she couldn't express the feeling in her heart.

His younger sister was originally an eagle soaring in the sky, such a bold and unrestrained female general who could deploy troops and attack cities, but one day she ended up in such a situation. It is impossible not to feel sorry for her.

He simply closed his voice and stopped talking.

Seeing the servants loading all the sacrifices to the tree gods into the cart, Xi Xian raised his whip and shouted: "Wind! Strong wind!"

The accompanying servants followed closely behind, all shouting loudly: "Wind! Strong wind!"

There were only ten people, and there was an aura of thousands of troops roaring past. Mo Er was in the middle, as if he followed them to the battlefield.

Linglong's frame was cleared by four people. These four people were all soldiers of the Xi family. Although they were not tall, they carried a murderous aura that made ordinary people dare not get close.

Four people got on the horse at the same time, two on the left and two on the left, and the one on the left raised the whip. The whip fell to the ground and made a sound, reminding the others that it was time to start.

The car drove through the market, attracting everyone to stop and stare.

Speeding all the way, the car on the left side kept pulling the ground to remind the people in the city to avoid driving.

After leaving the city gate, Mo Er could see clearly that the whip Xixian used to drive was the soft whip he used most often.

Xixian has always treasured this whip, but now he uses it to drive a car. Mo Er is a little amused by the other party's childish temper, but more is distressed.

But he didn't say anything.

The car drove all the way, and it was almost dark when we reached Lishan.

Xi Xian originally thought about going to the mountain that night, but Linglong looked at the sky and rejected his idea.

"It's getting dark, it's not safe."

In the past, if Xixian was pushed out by others, he would definitely argue with Linglong, but now he obediently agreed.

It's windy and colder in the mountains.

When Mo Er came, he didn't prepare any clothes to keep out the cold, and was shrunk up by the strong wind. Seeing that he was shaking uncomfortably, Xi Xian threw his outer robe over.

Washing is much higher than that of Mo Er, so that his clothes are so long that they cover Mo Er from head to toe.

"Thank you!" Mo Er didn't shirk, stuck out his head from the robe, thanked him, and enjoyed it with peace of mind.

Xi Xian hummed, indicating that he knew.

The sudden warmth made Mo Er squint his eyes comfortably.

However, Cong Xixian's tone was very wrong, Mo Er wanted to pretend he didn't hear it, but the other party kept flicking the fire, and the weak flame was almost dying by his tossing, Mo Er couldn't pretend he didn't hear it.

He poked his head out of his robe, and his tone was slowly full of helplessness: "What's the matter?"

Xi Xian was going around trying to get Mo Er to pay attention to him, but when Mo Er accosted him, he became reserved instead, closing his eyes and pretending to be dead.

Mo Er has always comforted Xixian these days, and he has gained experience. Seeing that he always ignores him, he suddenly asked: "What does 'wind! Strong wind!' mean?"

"Eastern Yue people all believe in the god of wind, so they will habitually beg for the blessing of the god of wind every time they go out to war." Xixian sneered a little, as if he didn't even know about such a thing, and expressed disgust.

But he opened up his conversation box, so he talked a lot.

"The boat is sinking, let nature take its course!" It's not difficult to guess Xixian's mind, but Mo Er didn't know how to comfort him, and after thinking for a long time, he said this sentence bluntly.

Xi Xian hummed again, sat there and continued to fiddle with the fire.

Mo Er didn't bother to care about it anymore. After a day of exhaustion, he almost fell asleep, and Xi Xian's voice sounded muffled: "Is there really no other way?"

Linglong also asked this question.

But the answer was doomed from the start.

But Mo Er couldn't bear it, and remained silent for a long time, until Xixian thought he was asleep, so he said, "It's gone!"

It was washed and withered all of a sudden.

It was early in the morning, thanks to Xixian's robes that night, Mo Er was not too uncomfortable, but on the second day, Xixian's voice was a bit muffled, sounding like he had a cold.

Mo Er covered his robes anyway, feeling a little sorry, went up and asked a few words.

"How? Is it important?"

"It's okay, when Linglong gets up, let's go up the mountain!"

Xixian probably didn't sleep last night, sat all night, the dark circles under his eyes were ridiculously deep, coupled with his fair complexion, he looked even more frightening, Mo Er was a little worried, fearing that his blood vessels would burst in the next second.

"Can you?" Mo Er hesitated for a moment, but still asked.

The author has something to say:

wind!Gale!It comes from the slogan that Qin soldiers shouted when they went out in the movie "Heroes". I derived meaning for it and used it in the text