On How a Sworn Enemy Becomes a Lover

Washing was painful, and his brows were wrinkled into a Sichuan shape, but he didn't say anything.

Mo Er quickened his movements. He had learned painting, so he was able to draw with ease, and he could outline the outline in just two or three strokes.

"Okay." Mo Er looked at his work with satisfaction, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that his painting was good, so he couldn't help laughing.

After being stared at for a long time, Xi Xian was rather embarrassed, but covered by the cinnabar, he didn't see his red face.

Xixian has seen the process of washing the family and offering sacrifices to the gods since he was a child, so he understands it somewhat.

"Let's get started, Linglong! It's getting late." At this moment, the moon was in the middle of the sky, and the cold moonlight sprinkled on the ground, unexpectedly a little cold.

"Yi Yu Na Yu, let me beat the drum."

Xi Xian was standing not far away, but his singing voice was a little ethereal, and even his face was blurred.

It was foggy, and his figure became more and more unclear in the fog, and there were only ringing bells ringing next to his ears to remind him of his position.

"Playing the drums is simple, and I am a strong ancestor."

Xi Xiandi's voice became deeper and deeper, if you don't listen carefully, you can hardly hear what he is reading.

The next few sentences are about the difficulty of starting a business for the ancestors of the Xi family. Xixian read it too fast, and Mo Er didn't hear it clearly. Only the sound of copper bells rang in Mo Er's ears, from far to near, uninterruptedly washing Mo Er's nerves.

Clang, clang, three muffled tones of bronze drums pulled back Mo Er's thoughts.

He escaped from the illusion, and the bloody figures of the ancestors of the Xi family were far away in front of him, and the roar of the battlefield was no longer in his ears, only Xixian stood there, the fire shone on his face, and the melted cinnabar covered his face. His face was actually a bit fierce.

The ancestors in the sacrificial words seemed to come alive, and they were attached to him, with a fierce fighting spirit rising into the sky.

Linglong was already kneeling on the ground.

Looking back, Mo Er saw that all the accompanying servants were prostrate on the ground, and Mo Er was the only one standing there in a daze.

Suddenly, he seemed to wake up and knelt down.

Linglong was stunned for long enough before she could react, the smile on her face got deeper and deeper, but she had to hold back because of the occasion, which made her shoulders tremble, so much so that she almost mispronounced the sacrificial speech up.

"Gu Yu Steamed Taste, Tang Sun's General." She stuttered three simple words before reading Shun Liu.

Xi Xian coughed to hide his embarrassment.

Accompanied by the deep echo of the bronze drum, Xi Xian drew out his dagger, cut his palm, and touched the blood on the sacrifice.

"Gu Yu steamed and tasted, the general of Tang Sun."

He repeated it solemnly, loudly, startling the birds.

The black magpie did not dare to drop the branches, and circled around the branches.

Linglong served three teas and five wines, and the sacrifice was basically completed.

While Xixian was helping Linglong, he turned to Mo Er with a bit of helplessness: "What's the matter, you can't afford it, maybe you want to marry into Xi's family!"

"what!"

Unable to tell whether he was surprised or ashamed, Mo Er stretched out his voice.

Only then did he realize that sacrificing the tree god was a family sacrifice, and what kind of thing did he follow to worship together.

But losing is not losing, Mo Er's brain twitched, and the words blurted out without thinking: "What if I marry Xi's family?"

This remark caused everyone to roar with laughter, the Patriarch Xi had a son and a daughter, and now Linglong was getting married, so it was hard to know who was left at a glance.

It was only when he blurted out that Mo Er realized something was wrong, subconsciously looked at Xi Xian, hoping that he could make up for him, but Xi Xian laughed the most.

Seeing him almost dying of laughter, he continued intermittently: "You are so small, don't miss me!"

Mo Er's face was so red that it was almost smoking, and he followed the wash to show that his knee was just a kick.

Xi Xian was kicked straight on, and Mo Er used all his strength.

Xi Xian let out a ouch, and slowly squatted down holding his left leg. After all this, he still said unforgivingly: "Next time, hit me softly, kick me to death, and you will become a widow."

Mo Er opened and closed his mouth, and gave Xi Xian a vicious look.

Xixian accepted it when he saw it was good, immediately restrained his cynicism, and suddenly became serious.

Mo Er is not a person who can't take jokes, and he is going to make a smooth game to expose this matter, but there is something wrong with Xi Xian's eyes, an unprecedented fierceness, which makes Mo Er a little surprised.

He stared at the bushes on his left without blinking.

Mo Er followed his line of sight and saw a person who shouldn't be here.

The young master, who was dressed in moon white, was so out of tune with this guy, he looked a bit like a fairy descending from the sky.

He smiled warmly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, and the other party was also looking here, but to be precise, he was looking at Linglong.

Linglong's body was tense, she glanced at Lin Qing, then turned her head away.

Seeing this, Mo Er took a slight step forward, blocking Lin Qing's sight.

Lin Qing's gaze was as hot as fire, full of doubts and unbelievable, but most of all was deep yearning, even if Mo Er pretended not to see, he was almost burned to death, let alone Linglong!

When Mo Er grasped Linglong's hand, she felt a slight tremor. Her palm was already sweaty and cold, like a dead person. Mo Er patted the back of Linglong's hand reassuringly.

"Lin Qing, what are you doing here if you're not defending the city in Wutong?" Xi Xian was very rude, with a very aggressive tone.

"Xixian, get out of the way." Lin Qing's tone was very cold.

Mo Er and Lin Qing just met and nodded their friendship, they are not very familiar with each other, but he still knows a little about Lin Qing, he is a rare gentle man in Panyu City, he has always had a good reputation, and it is said that he is not very friendly with others blushing.

Such a generous tone was somewhat unexpected.

But the most urgent thing right now is that Xixian might not look good in a fight with him, so Mo Er stopped him: "Mr. Lin."

Lin Qing saw Mo Er just now. He didn't have a deep influence on Mo Er, and he couldn't say good or bad. He glanced at Mo Er contemptuously, and said lazily: "Oh! The second prince is also here."

"Why do you and Xi Xian work hand in hand, and you think you can hide it from the world, but you underestimate the people in the world, and you also underestimate me, Lin Qing." Lin Qing had heard some of the gossip about Xi Xian and Mo Er.

Especially when he learned that Linglong was going to marry Mo Yi, and during the more than ten days when he returned to Panyu overnight, he heard a lot on the road.

At first, he was still skeptical, thinking that a humble bastard prince like Mo Er could have such a strategy, but the more he heard, the more suspicious he became.

Now he has established that Mo Er and Xi Xian conspired to deceive Linglong and force her to marry Mo Yi.

"Dogs can't spit out ivory!" Xi Xian was not Mo Er, he had never learned to swallow his anger since he was a child, and he opened his mouth to sarcastically go back after hearing Lin Qing's words.

There are quite a few people at the moment, although they are all Xijia's own soldiers, but there is no guarantee that someone will spread the word, and it will be ugly.

In place of Zu, Mo Eryue issued an order for Xixian: "Everyone can leave here and find a place nearby."

The soldiers of Xi's family only listened to Xi's family's orders, Mo Er opened his mouth, but no one moved.

Mo Er privately tugged on Linglong's sleeves.

Linglong came back to her senses and coughed: "Leave!"

Just two simple words, with an extraordinary aura, even more aura than the few men present.

Only then did Lin Qing show a smile, and said in a gentle voice, "Linglong!"

This sound is very nostalgic, entangled, and truly passionate.

The soldiers who washed the house backed away, and Lin Qing's gaze became even more unscrupulous, even across Mo Er, it pierced Linglong's heart like a steel knife.

She didn't want to cry at first, but when she saw Lin Qing, she couldn't help but want to shed tears.

"Don't be like this, Lin Qing." Linglong's tone was very light and low, it would be impossible for her not to be nostalgic.

But not being together is not being together.

Lin Qing deliberately rushed back to Panyu, in order to get this sentence: "Linglong, if they force you, tell me, I would rather have nothing than lose you."

Xixian sneered: "I have nothing, you sound nice, but where can you take Linglong? Can you take her to know Wutong? Can you be your father's master? If you don't, the king will send someone to ask you to hand over the treasure." Linglong, do you dare to fight the whole world for her?"

A series of questions made Lin Qing speechless.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Xixian just smiled coldly.They both grew up together, how could he not understand what kind of temperament Lin Qing is, and he can't hide his cowardice even if he speaks well.

"I can!" To Xi Xian's surprise, Lin Qing suddenly increased his volume, saying "I can", almost impressed Xi Xian.

His white jade-like face flushed red, and the image of Mr. Pianpian from the past no longer existed.

Xixian was waiting for him, and he stared at Xixian.

The two men were like two fighting cocks, staring at each other, looking for the other's flaws, ready to win with one blow.

Xixian was the first to lose, but in the end, he was reluctant to be wronged by Linglong.

If possible, he would like Linglong to follow Lin Qing.

"Linglong, what do you mean?" Xi Xian asked, and Mo Er basically guessed his intention.

"Wash out!"

The matter of marriage is already on the line, and it has to be said, this is definitely not the time to play petty temper, Mo Er shouted, hoping he can stop Xi Xian.

However, Xi Xian didn't care, and raised his eyebrows: "Don't be like this, Mo Er, Linglong is gone, and I can handle the rest, so I won't get you involved."

Among all the people, Xi Xian is the most reckless, but also the one who can read people's hearts the most.

He knew in his heart that although the relationship between himself and Mo Er had eased a lot, it was not good enough to let Mo Er go through life and death for him. In fact, even if Mo Er was willing, Xi Xian would not agree.

Mo Er was poked into his heart, but he became more open-minded.

As expected, Xi Xian was the most unexpected. His blood was still fresh, and the long series of words he had prepared were useless. In fact, he had plenty of ways to persuade Linglong, but right now he didn't want to talk anymore.

Mo Er shut up, and left the choice to Linglong.

He deliberately gave way so that Linglong could face Lin Qing face to face.

Linglong's eyes were already flushed, and she raised her hand to wipe, but she wiped more and more. In the past half month, she probably shed all the tears in her life.

"me……"

After talking about two me, he lowered his head again.

From Mo Er's angle, only her lower jaw and her pursed lips can be seen.

The author has something to say:

The sacrificial words in this article come from the "Book of Songs", and the Shang Song poem is called "That"