On How a Sworn Enemy Becomes a Lover

"Linglong, if you are willing, I will take you away, far away, and never return to Panyu." Seeing Linglong's heart softening, Lin Qing strikes while the iron is hot.

Linglong was shaken.

Mo Er's heart became entangled, saying that no matter if he was selfish or cruel, he would never agree to Linglong's matter.

"Linglong! Wash the house! Ouyue!"

Mo Er still opened his mouth, even though Xi was trembling with anger, wishing to come up and cover his mouth, his sharp voice pierced Linglong's brain and shattered her last hesitation.

The only trace of luck was shattered and scattered in the wind.

"No, Lin Qing! I can leave, but after I leave, what will happen to Xi's house? What will Ouyue do? I have led troops since I was 13 years old. I have experienced 35 wars, big and small, and I have met too many people. It's hard to see the death."

Linglong's voice was hollow and ethereal, as if she was speaking from a world away from them.

"Linglong, Xijia is not your Xijia." Xixian retorted with a frown.

It's not that he doesn't understand Linglong's principles, but it's not that the world cannot function without one person. Without Xi Linglong, there are Chen Linglong, Zhang Linglong and even Wang Linglong.

Linglong smiled, with her upper lip raised slightly, she couldn't tell whether it was a smile of joy or sadness, but her smile was beautiful, like the bright spring flowers in March and the golden sunshine in October, stuck in her heart.

"Brother, you! I still don't understand. I have been thinking about when you will grow up and be more sensible, but sometimes I envy you and think that it is a good thing for you to live like this."

Xixian lost the anger of being underestimated, and only felt sad. He didn't understand why things turned out like this.

"Brother, Second Prince, please avoid the two of you first, I have a few words I want to say to Lin Qing."

Since Linglong opened her mouth, how could Mo Er refuse to follow, but before Tcha Xixian left, she took another look at Linglong, not for a moment.

Linglong's eyes were like shells covered with water.She opened her eyes wide, afraid of breaking, and didn't even dare to blink.

The two looked at each other, and Mo Er's heart softened, as if soaked in Linglong's tears.

If she followed Lin Qing away, I'm afraid she wouldn't resent her.

Out of Linglong's sight, Xi Xian shook off Mo Er's hand, turned his head angrily, and left the back of his head for Mo Er.

Mo Er took a deep breath, poked Xixian's back, and coaxed patiently: "As for?"

"Why did you say that to Linglong? You know her temperament. You are just timid and don't want to see others' kindness."

Xixian was already a little messy, but Mo Er still let him go, and told him patiently: "Have you thought about it? It is already March, and Liang Jun's advance troops have begun to attack the city. In mid-April, after After the Qingming Festival, the Liang army invaded in a large scale, and when the Xi family turned against the king, whose interests would be harmed, and what should the people of Hezhou and Yangshun do!"

Xixian was born in a general's family at any rate, and he has been deeply influenced by his ears and eyes on weekdays, so he understands the truth to some extent.

But understanding with the brain does not mean understanding with the heart.

He sat sullenly on the ground, playing with sticks poking the dirt.

Mo Er thought it was funny, he really had a childish temper, and he couldn't stand any grievances.

"The floor is dirty, get up quickly." Mo Er pulled up the washing machine, tore off a piece of cloth from the hem of his clothes, and handed it to Xixian: "Wipe your face."

Xixian was sweating, and the cinnabar was in a ball. When he glanced at him suddenly, he was a bit scary, especially when Mo Er pulled Xixian, the distance suddenly narrowed, and Xixian's face was enlarged in front of his eyes, and he almost missed him. pushed out.

The moonlight was deep, and Xi Xian retreated a few steps before barely standing still.

"What do you think Linglong and Lin Qing talked about?" Mo Er coughed in disguise.

"I don't know." It's not to show off his anger, but he really doesn't know. He is not as smart as Mo Er when it comes to feelings.

The mountain wind blows very fast at night.

Mo Er tightened his clothes, his pale fingers gripped the robe tightly, and the robe was caught wrinkled.

In a trance, he was overturned to the ground.

Mo Er was pressed to the ground. Although his head was knocked on the soft soil, he still hummed, and he was stunned on the spot. He was so conspicuous and quick-handed that he threw Lin Qing away.

"what are you doing?"

Mo Er lay on the ground, unable to recover for a long time.

Xixian's voice fluctuated in his ears, and he couldn't hear it very clearly.

After a long time, he finally regained consciousness, struggling to get Xi Xian to help him up.

"What's the matter, Mr. Lin?" Mo Er was still polite, if he didn't listen carefully, he wouldn't be able to distinguish the flash of coldness in his tone.

Lin Qing lost his composure like never before, and stared at Mo Er with his long eyebrows drawn down.

At this moment, Mo Er realized soberly that he was also the one who crawled out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, with a tyrannical and crazy temperament.

Like a raging lion, it is ready to tear the enemy apart with its teeth and claws.

"If it wasn't for you..." His voice was high-pitched, and his already clear voice shone like an ice edge.

Mo Er refused to give up: "Master Lin, I have always admired your character, and I have heard a lot of rumors about you, but it is better to meet you than to be famous. It is a simple truth that all three-year-old children in the city understand. You How can you not know. I understand the reason why ten temples are demolished rather than a single marriage, but you understand or don’t understand the principle of putting the country first and then the family!"

"Excessive words." Lin Qing didn't want to argue with Mo Er, and his momentum weakened, but the resentment in his eyes followed like a tarsal maggot.

Mo Er couldn't help laughing: "You are not as good as Linglong!"

He seldom showed his emotions, which was a rare gaffe of his. There was a faint sarcasm on the corner of his mouth, which made Lin Qing's complexion turn paler.

"Get out!" Xi was not as temperamental as Mo Er. He never liked Lin Qing since he was a child. He always felt that he was fake, his smile was fake, and his actions were fake. Looking at him, since he has nothing to do with Linglong at this moment, Xixian is unwilling to hold back, and spits out the word indifferently.

The night reflected Lin Qing's face became more ferocious.

He smiled bluntly, and the muscles on his face trembled slightly, as if covered with a layer of fake skin.

Linglong's voice still echoed in her ear.

"It's all Linglong's fault!"

"Let's forget about you and me!"

"The pendant you gave me, I had someone return it!"

These three sentences are like a curse, ringing and ringing.

It was as if there were countless Xi Linglongs surrounding him, repeating it over and over again like reciting the golden hoop.

Lin Qing had a splitting headache, put his hands on his head, and shouted lowly: "Stop reading!"

Mo Er sighed and went up to support him.

"Lin Qing!"

Mo Er called him.

Lin Qing pushed Mo Er away, glanced at Xi Xian, and with Linglong, he hated Xi's family.

The poisonous snake-like eyes make people feel chills all over.

He tidied his robe, Shi Shiran stood up, and became the peerless young master again.

It seems that the previous resentment was nothing but the product of a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water, and a moment of dizziness.

"Farewell!"

Lin Qing's etiquette is impeccable, but he has an uncomfortable weirdness about him, like a weasel who always misses the farmer's chickens.

"You can go, but where did you hide Uncle Wu?"

Xixian stretched out his hand to stop Lin Qing, and Lin Qing stopped walking: "Five miles to the west."

After saying that, he knocked off Xi Xian's arm, and left slowly, every step he took was as planned, with a moderate distance, neither big nor small, and slowly.

Passing by Mo Er, he paused: "Second Prince, take your leave." Lin Qing's voice was cold and blunt, without a trace of emotion, the expression on his face was perfect, every smile seemed to be designed, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth , The distance between the eyebrows seems to have been carefully measured, with a strict eye.

Mo Er deliberately avoided Lin Qing's eyes, and sighed: "Don't see you."

Xixian sent someone to look for Fifth Uncle Xi, and at the same time went to look for Linglong.

Linglong was still standing there, Mo Er could hear his faint cry without going in.

"Don't cry, I let you go with Lin Qing, but you don't want to, reject him, what's the use of staying here and crying." Xixian was not gentle at all, and even patted Linglong rudely. back, and took her head into his arms.

Linglong suppressed crying intermittently.

"I really like him."

Xi Xian let out a hum, stroked Linglong's hair with his hand, and smoothed out her messy hair: "I know."

"I don't like him anymore."

Perhaps Linglong was convincing herself, or maybe she was convincing others.

Her voice was very soft, so soft that even Xi Xian, who was closest to her, couldn't hear it very clearly.

It's almost dawn when you find Mr. Xi Wu.

Because Xi Wuye was old, he was tied up all night and caught the wind and cold. When he was discovered, he could barely hold on.

Linglong's condition is also not very good, and she can hardly get up in the morning.

Xi Xian immediately decided to return to Panyu.

As soon as Mo Er returned to the city, someone called him into the palace.

He traveled all the way, sitting in the carriage, he thought that Lin Qing's return was definitely not a secret, and it should have been heard by the princess, who asked him to ask him.

However, the palace man did not take him to the residence of the princess, but directly entered the Chongde Hall.

Even in March, Chongde Hall was still covered with underfloor heating. As soon as he entered the door, the heat wave came, and it was uncomfortable to be warm after a sudden cold.

"The second child is here." It turned out that King Ouyue was looking for him, Mo Er was very surprised, his pupils dilated slightly unconsciously.

"Second brother, you went to sacrifice to the tree god, and you can't manage your expression well." King Ouyue hardly raised his head.

"King, what do you want me for?"

King Ouyue's expression gradually darkened, and he pondered for a moment, as if he was considering whether his decision was right or not.

Mo Er did not speak, waiting for King Ouyue to order.

After talking for a quarter of an hour, King Ouyue seemed to have made up his mind, and said slowly: "Second brother, go and make an agreement with Patriarch Xi to advance the wedding date, and it's best to finalize it within three days."

His pitch was very long, with a strange charm, floating in the empty hall.

"Wang, think twice. It's a big deal to postpone the wedding date. On bad days, there may be nothing to do."

King Ouyue looked at Mo Er playfully, and his fingers tapped on the armrest of the seat, as if they had tapped on Mo Er's heart.

"Second brother, don't you understand my thoughts?" He used an affirmative tone.

Mo Er just smiled and said nothing.