On How a Sworn Enemy Becomes a Lover

Xi Xian clicked his tongue, and the smile in his eyes was a bit ambiguous: "Men, I am most afraid of being told that I can't do it."

After hearing this, Mo Er gave him a blank look.At this time Linglong also got up, calling Xixian through the curtain: "Brother, get ready to get up!"

The mountain road was rugged, and the carriage naturally couldn't climb up, so Xixian ordered people to prepare a small sedan chair that could be carried by two people.

He walked to the carriage and personally helped Linglong get out of the carriage.

After many days, seeing Linglong again, Mo Er was deeply moved.

Xi's family is addicted to red, she and Xixian usually wear dark red robes, but she has lost too much weight, which makes the robe look a bit big and empty, the mountain wind got in through the cuffs and blew the robe up.According to the rising sun, the gold threads on the robe shone like flowing water, almost flowing.Looking up, Mo Er lost his mind for a moment.

She was a little less vigorous and a little more docile.Linglong obediently let Xixian support her, walked to the sedan chair, when she sat down, she looked up at Xixian, and Xixian also looked down at her.

At this moment, Mo Erfang felt that the siblings were somewhat similar.

But Linglong only took one look, and then withdrew her gaze.

When she sat down, the team officially set off.

The road up the mountain is not easy to walk, and in addition to the heavy fog in the early morning, not to mention the slippery road, the visibility is also low. Mo Er's foot is deep and the foot is shallow, and he almost slipped down several times. Fortunately, Xixian is beside him, and he is always on the road. dragging him.

When Mo Er sprained his feet for the fifth time, he felt that he couldn't stretch himself any longer. While pulling Mo Er up, he said, "Mo Er! Why don't I carry you up the mountain? I'm afraid you will take me down."

Mo Er smiled awkwardly, against the light, the fluff on his face was also coated with a layer of gold. If you look closely, Mo Er is actually quite white, and his eyebrows and eyes also have a special kind of gentleness, especially when the corners of his eyes are drawn down. , extraordinarily innocent.

He sighed heavily: "The last time, and next time I will never hold you."

That's what he said, but Xixian still pays attention to Mo Er all the time, and even gives him a hand from time to time.

Entering the mountain, the sun should be past noon, and it will be dark when the altar is set up.

Xi Xianming lit a torch, and the light of the fire illuminated a small world.

It was also the first time for Mo Er to participate in the worship of the tree god. It was novel to see that a plate of colorful glutinous rice was brought out, and the five colors of red, black, yellow, purple, and blue were encircled in a circle according to the five elements of yin and yang, and the gods were encircled. Trees surround it.

Burnt smoke was lit, and the brown smoke was so fascinating that Mo couldn't open his eyes.

"Eldest son, the fifth master is gone!" The sacrifices for the sacrifices were all prepared, and suddenly someone came to report to Xixian, and along with the priests who came, the fifth master disappeared.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the sacrifice is about to begin, and it seems that the time is almost up.

Xi Xian was a little anxious, he raised his foot to kick someone, but was stopped by Mo Er.

Taking a deep breath, Xi Xian restrained the urge to get angry, but his tone was still very irritable: "Still stunned, why, go find it!"

Xixian's voice was very loud, no less than a thunderstorm on the ground, which frightened the soldiers who reported the matter to stagger and almost fell to the ground.

After searching around, Xi Wuye seemed to have disappeared from the world. I searched the nearby bushes and forests, but there was no one there.

He kept pacing.

In fact, Mo Er is also anxious. For the Yue people, the tree god is the god of family protection. He is responsible for protecting the peace of the house, the harmony of the husband and wife, and the prosperity of the population.

But Xi Wuye was nowhere to be found.

"Linglong, don't worry, the fifth master may be delayed by something." The most anxious of all is to wash Linglong. Even though she doesn't care, but from her tightly clenched hands, Mo Er still sees the clue, and lowers his voice. Whisper to appease.

Her mind was seen through, and a blush crawled up Linglong's neck to her ears in an instant, reflecting the firelight, it was a bit out of place.

"What nonsense!" For the first time in the past two days, Linglong looked like a real person, no longer that delicate doll.

Mo Er chuckled lightly, but the laughter was very consoling: "I'm the one who is worried."

It is very unlucky to delay the sacrifice. My father always said that it was because he delayed the sacrifice to the tree god that my mother went early.

Linglong was always a little scared.

Yue Yi reached the top of the tree, but he did not see Mr. Xi Wu. Xi Xian called for soldiers and gave a few orders in a low voice.

The soldiers brought the cinnabar, but before Mo Er could react, Xixian had already taken the cinnabar and handed it to Mo Er.

"Help me describe it."

Mo Er was holding the jar of cinnabar, his palms were already sweating slightly, so that the jar was a bit sticky, so he asked unsurely, "How do you describe it?"

"Trace the patterns on my clothes."

Only then did Mo Er take a serious look at the patterns on his clothes.

In fact, both Xixian and Linglong wear the same color robe, but Linglong's robe is embroidered with gold thread, while Xixian's robe is embroidered with silver thread, but they both embroider with the same pattern.

A one-legged frog.

Xijia believes in the god of thunder, and the messenger of the god of thunder is a frog, so the totem of Xijia is also a frog.

"It's too dark, I can't see it by myself, you can draw it for me." Linglong was very surprised, her eyes widened, and she flicked the tails of her eyes to reveal it.

"Xixian!" She yelled a little uncertainly.

"You called me brother for a few days, and you suddenly called me Xixian, and I'm still not used to it." Xixian didn't care, and while stretching his face to Mo Er, he answered Linglong's words.

"Okay, okay, all these years, I have not been dealt with by the family law very rarely, isn't it just a few whips, I can still bear it." He resolutely didn't mention these few whips, Mo Er didn't understand, Linglong But clearly.

The deboning whip, when the whip is whipped down, the skin will be torn apart, and the bones can be seen, which is not as simple as he said.

Pretending to be a sacrificial priest is still a serious crime, and it will be punished with five lashes.

Even strong people can't stand it.

"Xixian, forget it!" Linglong frowned, the flames reflected on her face, it was bright, and she couldn't hide any expression. Even if she told herself not to cry, the marriage that was not blessed by God made Linglong feel sad. Aggrieved, the eye sockets are still red.

Obviously he wronged himself to clean up his family, but he was still not blessed by the gods.

Xixian raised Linglong's head, looked into her eyes without blinking, and wiped away her tears with light movements of his hands.

"Okay, don't cry, you girl is too ugly when you cry, don't make me laugh." While speaking, he patted Linglong's face affectionately, and Linglong cried even harder.

Xixian covered Linglong's eyes, bent down, got very close, and sighed: "It doesn't matter if it's brother."

His words contained too much helplessness that could not be expressed, and his pride was evident, Linglong was stunned for being able to say such words, and even forgot to cry.

After her eyes were covered, Linglong was extraordinarily fragile, looking like a little girl.

Xi Xian withdrew his hand, smiled and kicked Mo Er: "Stop reading the joke!"

"No pen, what did you ask me to draw?" Mo Er looked at Xi Xian innocently as he opened the jar, firmly refusing to admit that he had just watched the play for a long time.

Xi Xian didn't think of this layer either, but he hadn't seen a pen before when he saw Wu Ye paint his face.

After thinking for a while, I said, "Use your hands!"

Mo Er didn't even have time to refuse, his big face was already close to him, even though he had seen it many times at close range, his heart still trembled when he saw it so suddenly, the jar in his hand almost fell to the ground .

"Then you wait and see, don't move!" Now that Xixian's face is close to him, it would be unmanly to evade, Mo Er pinched his palm, dipped some cinnabar with his index finger, and smeared it on Xixian's face.

The pattern embroidered on Xixian's robe is abstract, it's not difficult to draw, it's just a combination of simple lines.

However, when Mo Er's fingernails touched Xi Xian's skin, the warm touch under his hands made Mo Er at a loss for a long time. He traced along Xi Xian's eyebrows and eyes, and unexpectedly came up with a wrong idea that he was painting Xi Xian's eyebrows.

In fact, looking at it this way, Xixian's eyebrows are well formed, and the long and narrow sword eyebrows are very heavy in color. Coupled with his equally long and narrow eyes, they don't seem to be obtrusive at all, but rather beautiful.

Especially when he smiled, the corners of his eyes slightly raised, covering a bit of sharpness, and what remained was indescribable tenderness.

Mo Er's fingertips lingered on the eyelids for a while longer.

Xi Xian felt that his eyelids were itchy, so he blinked twice.

His eyelashes are very long, like a small fan, brushing them makes Mo Er's palms itch.

"You move faster, don't dilly-dally, if you miss the time, I will never end with you." Xi showed a little lack of confidence, and felt a bit harsh.

After being reminded by Xixian, Mo Er realized that his hand had been resting on Xixian's eyelids for a while, and quickly moved away.

However, when it was moved away, it was too busy, and a long trace came out, completely destroying the half he had painted.

Mo Er was at a loss for a while, and touched his face in a concealed manner, trying to hide the embarrassment, but he forgot that his hands were still stained with cinnabar, and painted himself a big face.

Linglong almost laughed out loud at the side, but because of the obvious washing, she forced herself to hold back, her face was flushed red, almost the same color as her clothes.

"Brother" Linglong just opened her mouth, and burst out laughing.

Xi Xian also laughed, and Mo Er gritted his teeth in embarrassment, but there was not much anger in his heart, but more joy.

After being laughed at for a long time, Mo Er also laughed.

He smiled and raised his hand, ready to wipe off the cinnabar on his face with his sleeve.

When the sleeve touched his face, Xixian took his hand, and he wiped it carelessly with his own sleeve.

"Your clothes are light in color, it doesn't look good when it gets dirty."

Mo Er's sudden movement made Mo Er blush so much that he had to fight to wash his clothes.

Linglong also loves to make trouble, so she fanned Mo Er with her sleeve, and then smiled: "Mo Er, lower the fire."

Mo Er's face turned black.

Seeing that Mo Er was getting angry from embarrassment, Xixian quickly grabbed Linglong and smiled flatteringly, "Okay, okay, we won't bother you anymore."

Mo Er raised his eyes and glanced at Xi Xian, his darkened face brightened up again.

Xixian was a little dazed by the laughter, and after thinking about it, he realized: "You!"

Mo Er glanced at him with a smile, and at the same time pulled a piece of cloth from the hem of his clothes, and under Xi Xian's gaze, forcibly erased the ruined stroke of his painting.

Because the cinnabar was gone, Mo Shou used all his strength to wash it, and the skin on his face turned red.