It has been more than a month since we left Baiyue Xinling. Since the last time we left, Mo Shuruo knew nothing about Yan Jue's traces.
She made some insinuations to get some news from Mr. Mo, but still found nothing. After that, she was listless and depressed for several days. But at this time, the news of the death of Baiyue Marquis and Baiyue Jing came. Recently, because of not eating regularly and not getting enough rest,
Worried, she finally fell ill in bed.
The news said that Baiyue Jing was intercepted by several men in black on his way back to Minyue, and was finally shot to death by an arrow. Baiyue Jing was so shocked by Baiyue Xi's death that he seemed to have only half a breath left. This time, even his only descendant
They were all dead, and in the end not even a breath was left.
During her illness, she had been wondering whether Bai Yuejing's death was caused by Yanjue, which caused her chest to become depressed and she drank liquid medicine for several days.
Until that day when Mr. Mo came to see her, she sat on the bed and leaned against the bedrail and stammered: "Grandpa, do you believe it? The death of cousin Jing and Uncle Baiyue..."
Mr. Mo peeled the apple skillfully and said without a pause: "Are you saying that the outside world is rumored to be Tianmu Peak?"
"Isn't it?"
He stopped what he was doing, finally raised his head to look at her, and sighed: "Your uncle Baiyue has always been in poor health. It is normal for him to be so affected when he is over fifty years old. He died in the blink of an eye."
Perhaps because she felt that she could not persuade herself, she could only throw all the problems to Mr. Mo.
"What about cousin Jing?"
Duke Mo couldn't help but feel regretful. He shook his head and said, "The people of Fujian and Yue are in danger. Those wealthy businessmen who are always thinking about seizing the throne are bound to take advantage of the opportunity. It's a pity for Jing'er... Hey... Anyway, according to Grandpa's treatment of the city lord
I understand, he would never do such a despicable thing."
She lowered her head, frowned and thought for a while - "Grandpa..." She typed a lot of manuscripts and took a breath, "Do the Mo family really want to get rid of the control of Tianmu Peak?"
Mr. Mo's eyes flashed, but his expression remained unchanged, "If the negotiation goes well, the two parties do not necessarily have to go to war."
She raised her head.
Mr. Mo patted her shoulder and said, "Grandpa knows what you are worried about." The topic changed and he joked: "If he is not the master of Tianmu Peak, he is a person worthy of your trust for life."
Her eyes widened in embarrassment: "Grandpa!!"
Mr. Mo laughed heartily, "Although grandpa is old, he is not blind yet. I don't know what you are thinking."
She stammered: "No, no! I won't tell you anymore. I'm tired. I'm going to sleep!" After saying that, she rolled over and wrapped herself in a quilt as if she were a caterpillar.
Mr. Mo looked at her small figure with a hint of distress in his eyes.
"Although the Mo family considers themselves to be righteous, sometimes they can't help but do things that go against their conscience. If the Mo family leaves Tianmu Peak, I think you will have less trouble in the future. But your uncle has a tough temper, and I don't know what will happen to him in the future.
Whatever happens, relying on Tianmu Peak may be beneficial to you." After thinking for a few times, he slowly said after a while: "Grandpa never intended to hide it from you..."
Mo Shuruo quietly revealed a pair of misty eyes from the quilt and stared blankly at the wall.
"I can't worry about the Mo family after all... It's also a pain for you... If it hadn't been for your father's accident back then..."
Mo Shuruo lifted up the quilt and threw himself on Mr. Mo's lap, tears already streaming down his face.
"grandfather……"
Mr. Mo gently stroked her hair with loving eyes, "Grandpa is old and I don't know when he will pass away. But grandpa has done everything you can think of for you... Grandpa can't give you much anymore...
"
"Nonsense..." Mo Shuruo straightened up and his crying voice changed, "Shuruo is lonely and helpless in this life, and he wants grandpa to choose a good son-in-law himself and watch me get married and enjoy my old age..."
Mr. Mo smiled but said nothing, his expression full of helplessness and sorrow. Birth, old age, illness and death are common occurrences for people. At this age, I have to think deeply about it.
"Come on, get up." He stretched out his hand to help her back to sit on the bed. Mr. Mo stopped saying dejected words and said with a smile: "Speaking of choosing a son-in-law, I don't know who said that he would accompany me a few days ago. How could it be so fast?
Just changed your mind, huh?"
"Grandpa!" Mo Shuruo was ashamed and annoyed but helpless, and he stomped his feet angrily.
Mr. Mo was so happy that his beard trembled, and he slowly stopped laughing, "I won't joke with you anymore, let's talk about business. It's the city lord's birthday in half a month, and I can't think of anything to give you. The Mo family thinks you have the most ideas, so congratulatory gifts
You should make good preparations for grandpa, after all, it is the first ceremony for the city lord to take office, so there is no room for sloppiness."
"I?"
Mr. Mo said: "I'm going to Baiyue in the near future, which will take at least ten days. In addition to taking care of the affairs of the Mo family, I also leave it to you to celebrate my birthday at Tianmu Peak."
It's not difficult to say, just give the gift as the previous city lords have done, but here at Tianmu Peak, not to mention revisiting the old place, you have to see the banquet. The last time they broke up on bad terms, she really
I don’t know what mentality to use to face it.
"I will take care of it, don't worry, grandpa." While he promised Mr. Mo, he was at a loss what to do.
Mr. Mo was deeply pleased, "Shu Ruo has really grown up..." He was right in sending her to Tianmu Peak five years ago. He stood up to leave, but Mo Shuruo planned to see her off, but he pushed her back to the bed.
, "No need to get up, just have a good rest."
"yes."
Before going out, she suddenly said, "Grandpa..."
Duke Mo stopped and turned around, only to see her wearing a snow-white tunic, kneeling on the bed and bowing her head to him.
Mo Shuruo knocked his head on the quilt, which was too heavy to lift. He cried freely and choked with sobs, "As long as Shuruo is here, the Mo family will be safe."
Duke Mo's expression seemed to be one of pity, and he sighed, "Good boy..."
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After Mo Gong left Qing'an City, Mo Shuruo was almost at the completion stage of preparing the congratulatory gifts. According to the Mo family's old accounts, the congratulatory gifts given by the Mo family every year were all rare and rare treasures. When they came to her, she didn't want to give them so many more.
Lao Shizi, not to mention the waste of material and financial resources, there is nothing new. Besides, after all, he is the lord of Tianmu Peak, so how can he care about these vulgar things.
Mo Shuruo walked out of the Mo family's door alone and went straight to the jewelry store in Dongshi. When the shopkeeper who was still settling accounts behind the counter saw her, he hurriedly greeted her, "The eldest lady is here."
Mo Shuruo put his hands behind his hands and smiled, "Are my things ready?"
The shopkeeper smiled broadly and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, just wait a moment and I'll get it right away."
Seeing him heading towards the back door at the corner, Uncle Mo uninterestedly pulled at the various gold hairpins placed on the cabinet. After a while, the shopkeeper came out with a brocade box and handed it to her, "Miss, these jade stones are all
According to your request, the interior was hollowed out and the surface was polished. It is truly exquisite both in design and jade quality."
Looking at his thumbs up, Mo Shuruo felt ashamed and said, "The master's skills are outstanding among the eight countries. A little girl like me doesn't dare to achieve this feat."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
Mo Shuruo opened the box, picked up a white jade ring, turned around and looked at the sunshine outside the door.
As the shopkeeper said, this wrench is indeed unique in design.
Under the sun, the ring is crystal clear, and its interior is hollow and twisted like running water. With a slight shake, a gold-inlaid pearl inside stumbles and rolls, and a crisp music comes from the ring.
Mo Shuruo originally thought that he would not be able to see even the most exquisite things, so he specially designed this gadget. This jade is unique, unusual, and can pronounce words. In addition, the curvature and tone are deliberately carved.
With the difference, the pearls roll and hit, and there is a unique tune. It is very interesting to carry it with you and play with it when you are bored.
After paying the final payment, I left the store happily.
It was the third quarter of the year, and the sun was preparing to set. The streets were densely populated, mostly compradors, doing business, and most of them were women preparing dinner for their husbands who returned home from hoeing. The school had just ended, and the children of the wealthy families bought
The candied haws swayed slowly on the bullock cart, and some of them frolicked and disappeared at the entrance of the alley.
Mo Shuruo was strolling leisurely, the bells on his waist jingling, looking around and looking around, feeling quite at ease, but he didn't know that someone had been following her for several blocks.
When she passed the alley, the man finally took action and pulled her in.
Mo Shuruo was so shocked that his scalp was numb. Before he could stand still, the person pulling her lost his center of gravity. In an instant, they both fell to the ground, and Mo Shuruo was used as a meat mat.
"it hurts……"
The person lying on her body said weakly, "Sister Mo, it's me."
Mo Shuruo was still in shock and looked at the teenage girl in front of him, "Xiao Ci! Why are you..."
The girl made a silent gesture towards her and whispered: "Don't make any sound, you come with me." The two of them got up from the ground and walked towards a darker place like thieves.
Although the girl is tall, her body is as thin as paper. Mo Shuruo supported her, "What's wrong with you, Xiaoci? Why are you looking so pale?"
She shook her head, "I'm fine, let's go sit over there for a while."
The two stopped in front of a dilapidated earth temple in the alley and sat next to each other on the bluestone steps.
"Sister Mo, I really can't think of a better way, so I can only come to you."
The girl in front of her had a weak voice, but the hand holding her was very strong.
Mo Shuruo patted the back of the girl's hand to comfort him, "What happened? Don't be anxious, tell me slowly."
Hua Ci turned her head and looked at the broken sandbag in the corner, and instantly fell into a memory that was difficult to extricate herself from. "I have a hidden disease since I was born. Everyone said that I would not live for ten years, but when I was ten years old, I lived well.
, so I didn’t take the disease to heart. My father also thought that my hidden disease had been eliminated. But what I didn’t expect was that just three months ago, I noticed something strange about my body. Sometimes I couldn’t hear sounds for no reason.
, couldn’t see clearly. At first I thought I was just tired, but gradually, I would fall asleep involuntarily, and my hands and feet would not work properly. I suddenly realized that this hidden disease was not just talk..." She grabbed Uncle Mo
Ruo's hands were trembling all over, "Sister Mo, I'm so scared...I'm so afraid that I will suddenly die like that one day..."
Looking at her painful expression, Mo Shuruo felt tears welling up in his eyes, "Xiao Ci..."
"Not long after you left Tianmu Peak, Yao Qingdong also reached the end of his graduation. I took the opportunity to tell my father that I wanted to leave the island. I knew he would not be willing, so I lied to him. I said I liked Dongdong.
I wanted to go to the Yujiang River with him, and my father agreed." She wiped away her tears and continued to talk to herself, "After leaving Tianmu Peak, my health was not good anymore. I lay in the Yujiang River for two months, all day long.
I'm feeling groggy. I know my body very well, and I'm afraid I won't be able to stay up longer..."
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Mo Shuruo interrupted her and cast his red and swollen eyes towards the darkening sky. He took a deep breath to stop his tears and helped her up, "Let's go back to Mo's house first and I will find the best doctor for you.
"
Hua Ci pulled her and shook her head while crying, "I came to Qing'an to find you and had made final plans. Dongdong thought I had returned to Tianmu Peak, and dad thought Dongdong and I lived well together. How wonderful.
I will live like this in this world, I don't want them to know that I am dead... But..." Her voice suddenly became urgent, her emotions fluctuated, and she desperately grabbed Mo Shuruo, like grabbing a life-saving straw, and tears rolled down her cheeks.
Luo said, "Sister Mo, I really want to see my father, I want to see him one last time... Can you take me to see him? Let me take a sneak peek at him..."
Looking at the teenage girl in front of him, Uncle Mo wanted to cry, but he was too uncomfortable to cry. He could only sniff and nodded, "Okay, I promise you, I will take you to see him."
Three days later, Mo Shuruo led everyone on the boat to Tianmu Peak. As soon as he stepped on the boat, Mo Shuruo fell behind in a daze and wandered around alone. He didn't know how long he stood at the bow of the boat. She was worried about Xiaoci
But he also promised not to tell Yuhua Fuxiang. He was originally entangled in the banquet, but now he has completely forgotten it.
"Sister Mo." Mo Shuruo looked back and saw the girl holding her thick red cloak and walking slowly, "What are you doing here? Make it easy for me to find you."
Mo Shuruo reached out to stop her and helped her sit on the wooden box next to her, "It's windy on the bow of the ship, why don't you rest in the cabin."
"It doesn't matter, my health has improved in the past few days, you don't have to worry."
Mo Shuruo nodded and asked, "What do you want from me?"
Hua Ci said: "I can't sleep and have nothing to do, so I want to talk to you."
Having said that, Mo Shuruo still had many unanswered questions and wanted to find an answer from her. "Xiao Ci, let me ask you something."
She wondered, "What's the matter?"
"Do you still remember the incident on the top of Tianmu Peak four years ago?"
She seemed to remember something and stammered: "I was young at the time and can't remember clearly."
Mo Shuruo looked into her eyes, "Then just tell me, did his eyes start to lose sight at that time?"
She stopped talking and said, "I don't know."
"You don't have to hide it from me." Mo Shuruo smiled bitterly, "His eyes...were they caused by me?"
Four years ago, Yan Jue was appointed to practice the art of keeping out the cold at the top of the snow. Mo Shuruo was young and ignorant at that time. He just thought that if you like someone, you should always look at him, so he liked to sneak to the top of the snow and hide behind the rocks.
Watch him practice. One evening, when she was going down the mountain, a dozen iron grippers suddenly jumped up not far behind her. She looked curiously and saw a group of men in black climbing up the cliff. Mo Shuruo
The seven souls were so frightened that they lost six souls and ran in the direction of Yan Jue.
Yanjue was concentrating on practicing his martial arts at that time, but was suddenly interrupted and forcefully vomited out a large mouthful of blood.
Mo Shuruo helped him sit on the ground, sweating from anxiety and tears streaming down his face, "How are you? Are you okay?"
Yanjue closed his eyes and meditated, and felt a severe pain in his Dantian. It seemed that he needed some rest to recover. He opened his eyes and looked at the girl beside him who was crying miserably. He patted her shoulder and said, "Stop crying, I'm fine."
"Speaking of which, why are you here?" We met half a year ago, but it was rare for him to still remember this person.
Mo Shuruo came back to his senses and remembered the business, so he quickly pulled him up and said, "Hurry up, there is danger."
Yan Jue said in confusion: "What danger?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of men in black suddenly jumped out from nowhere and immediately surrounded them.
There have always been a lot of rebellions in Tianmu Peak, and because Yanjue was the unofficial young master, many of the assassins in the Fifth Palace and Seventh House were dissatisfied, so it was not surprising that someone wanted to kill him.
The killer that night had already fought to the death, and his ability should not be underestimated. Even if Yan Jue was not injured, he would have won at most by a narrow margin. Unfortunately, Yan Jue was disturbed by Mo Shuruo, and his Dantian was so painful that he could not use all his skills. Moreover, he had to protect her.
If you just fight hard, both sides will suffer losses, and both will be destroyed.
Yan Jue was stabbed three times, and his eyes were damaged by the poison spread by the man in black. Mo Shuruo blocked an arrow for him and lost all feeling in his arms.
For a moment, the top of the snow fell into silence. All the men in black were dead, and Yan Jue was unconscious. Uncle Mo reluctantly got up and carried Yan Jue down the mountain.
On the way to Beishan, he happened to meet Hua Ci who was about to return home. Mo Shuruo breathed a sigh of relief and fell to the ground.
"Dad, junior brother, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me, you lost a lot of blood..." She went to shake Mo Shuruo aside again, "Sister, sister, how are you?"
"...save him...save him..."
"What?" Hua Ci pressed over and nodded while crying, "Okay, okay, I will definitely find someone to save him. Don't worry, Master Daddy is very powerful, he will definitely be able to save Junior Brother Daddy."
Without taking a breath, Mo Shuruo slowly closed his eyes, his pale face becoming even more lifeless.
"Sister, sister!"
She shook a little, but Yan Jue regained consciousness. "Xiao Ci, is that you? Ahem..."
"It's me, I'm Xiao Ci." Hua Ci cried with snot all over her face, "Just hold on, I'll go find daddy to save you."
Yan Jue closed a pair of eyes full of blood, grabbed her arm and warned, "Don't tell senior brother... don't tell anyone that you have seen her... If master knows that my eyes are like this because of her, she will
Death is certain."
"Why? Master Daddy wouldn't be so cruel."
"Xiao Ci! You must promise me, did you hear me? You can't say it, no one can say it!"
"Okay...I promise you, I swear not to tell anyone."
After recovering from her memory, she no longer denied it, "Sister Mo, don't blame yourself. Father and junior brother have never blamed you."
She smiled sadly, "Even if he doesn't blame me, I don't know how to see him..."
Since then, Mo Shuruo has not met Yan Jue again. In the past four years, although they have met occasionally, she is just one of thousands of strangers and has never interacted with her. She is very tight-lipped, and he is also very disguised.
Well, for the past four years, no one has noticed that he can no longer see things, and they are getting along well with each other.
"Sister Mo, do you still like your father and junior brother?"
Uncle Mo was speechless.
No matter whether you like it or not, he is someone who can never be forgotten in your life...
Hua Ci said: "I know, you must still like him. Just like I like my father, I will never forget him in my life."
"What..." Mo Shuruo frowned in shock, "You like Yuhua Fuxiang..." You like the person who can be said to be her adoptive father?!
"I know that no one will accept this kind of thing." Thinking about it, he has already gone through countless obstacles, and he can't stand it anymore. "I like daddy, and I want to be with him every day. Xiaoci didn't ask for anything else.
But in the eyes of others, why is it so unjust?"
Mo Shuruo sighed: "Who do you like? Why do you like him? In the eyes of the world, he is your father... How can your feelings be recognized for such a dead reason?"
"But I just like daddy..." She started crying again as she spoke. A little girl who was supposed to be ignorant of the world, became sentimental because of such encounters.
Mo Shuruo held her hand tightly, hoping that this strength could comfort and support her, "Since you like him so much, wouldn't it be painful to leave him?"
She wiped away tears and said, "I left not just because of my health, but I also don't want my feelings to bother my father."
Mo Shuruo was filled with heartache, "Xiao Ci..."
"I'm so scared when I think that one day my father will know my feelings for him... What will I do if he doesn't see me again? How will the people at Tianmu Peak view us? I don't care, but I can't bring trouble to my father.
Listen to those gossips. But...I..."
She was holding back tears, and after speaking for a long time she could only utter the word "I" tremblingly.
Mo Shuruo reached out and hugged her, patting her back gently, "I know...I know Xiaoci..."
Hua Ci leaned on Mo Shuruo's shoulder, grabbing her sleeves and feeling helpless, "I just want to stay with my father like before. Why am I like this just because of my feelings... What should I do?
, Sister Mo, what should I do?"
"Fool..." Mo Shuruo propped her up, wiped away the tears on her face, took her hand and put it on her chest, "You have made a choice once, but now, do you feel good?"
"If you were your sister, how would you choose?"
Mo Shuruo stood up and walked a few steps, looking at the sea in a daze, "Everyone has different ideas about love. My love is destined to be hidden in the darkness. But if I have to choose..." She was stunned.
, said firmly: "I will tell him."
Because she was still young and didn't know much, she urgently needed guidance. She stood up and said, "But my father and my junior brother said that you should think more about others. If I tell my father and then leave, wouldn't it cause more trouble for my apprentice?"
Mo Shuruo turned around and approached her, "What he said is right, but what I said is not entirely right. Xiaoci, your feelings are your own. You must have your own ideas and should not listen to the misleading of outsiders. No matter what choice you make,
I support you."
"Thank you, Sister Mo."
Dad and junior brother are right. Because you love him, you should think more about him. You can't change his life just because of your own feelings. But...since you have reached the end of your life, why can't you let go and do what you want to do?
She wanted to tell him, her burning feelings. That was not shameful.