Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 121 Rubbing My Head For You

Mu Xici was tired from laughing, and the anger in his chest gradually subsided a lot.

It was only at this time that she realized that the boy's hand on her head never moved away.

Mu Xici silently raised his eyes and glanced at the claw on his head, and there was a bit of gnashing of teeth in his tone: "Your Highness, your hand..."

If she didn't want it, she could chop it off and marinate it for the pigs.

The cold gaze fell on the young man's wrist, and Mo Jun's teary eyes trembled, and he immediately withdrew his palm as if he had been electrocuted. He clutched the hand that "survived death" and smiled coyly: "Isn't it because of your emotions?" Not very stable."

"Heh." Mu Xici sneered, Mo Junli looked at the little girl's expression, and suddenly bent down and lowered his head in a strange way.

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Seeing this, Master Mu raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing?"

"Let you touch it back." Mo Junli blinked, and stretched his neck forward again, "Rub my head for you, and you can calm the fire."

Mu Xici looked at the young man's crow-green hair that was close at hand, and the fading sunlight hit his body through the window screen, plating his neatly combed long hair with a light layer of gold.

His eyelids were half-closed, and his feather-like eyelashes drooped slightly, covering most of his black pupils and at the same time being stained by the light of the day.

She was stunned for a moment, and after a while, she burst out laughing suddenly.

"Who wants to rub your head? I'm afraid that people will listen to this matter, and the judges will complain about my father's inability to teach the son in the court, and say that I have committed the next crime." The little girl curled her lips and sat down to make tea. The water has been left for a while after boiling, and the temperature is just right.

"Your Highness Seventh, keep on talking. I really want to know how the couple died in the previous life." Mu Xi resigned.

Her movements of making tea are still smooth and smooth, which is pleasing to the eye. The warm mountain spring washes the tea leaves stretched out in the pot, leaching out the light blue soup.

She poured out two cups of tea, kept one in front of her eyes, and handed the other to the boy opposite.

"Mu Shiyan was executed by cousin Yun when he used the excuse of 'Qing Jun's side'." Mo Junli took the tea bowl and sighed, "Afterwards we found those papers and the coffin in the cabinet. It would be too easy to die."

"Put to death in court...that's really too easy." Mu Xici snorted coldly, this way of death was too happy, they should let her experience the eighteen tortures one by one.

"However...it's okay, I still have something to play with in this life."

"Indeed, according to their temperaments, I think they will not stop in this life." Mo Junli spread his hands, he estimated that the two would fall into their hands sooner or later, at least Mu Shiyan had committed the crime.

"So, it's okay." Mu Xici sneered, took a sip from the teacup, "Where's Mo Shuyuan? How did that dog die?"

"Ask for beheading in the street, but the executioner is not the executioner." The young man blew on the tea soup in the bowl, "It's the people in Beijing."

After hearing Mu Xici's speech, she raised her eyelashes slightly: "People?"

"Yes, they are the people in the capital." Mo Junli nodded, and said lightly, "I ordered people to list all the evil things that Mo Shuyuan committed in his life, and attached me accordingly. All the evidence that can be found."

"Those crimes are full of three scrolls and a small scroll with a width of three feet."

"Then I sent someone to tie him up and take him to the execution ground, and then three people recited the three-scroll scroll in the street."

Mo Junli drank the tea and put down his cup, his eyes were far away, he seemed to be remembering, but also seemed to be sighing: "When I just read that he murdered four princes one after another, the common people were just whispering and whispering."

"Thinking that he colluded with the Prime Minister's Mansion and the Marquis of Anping's Mansion, and designed to frame the Jingyang Bo's Mansion, the whispers turned into discussions."

"After a while, when I read the cause and form of the Duke's death, the people who are usually docile couldn't help but get angry, and dirt like rotten vegetables and leaves kept hitting the execution platform, which made the people who were reciting the long scroll feel angry. Officials had to take a step back."

"After that, Aning and Sister Mu died. I was standing on the tower near the execution ground and saw countless vegetables and eggs flying on Mo Shuyuan's head. Some people couldn't hold back their resentment. Stones were thrown."

"The small stone smashed his forehead, blood dripped down, and the three-axis scroll read to the last paragraph—" The young man raised his eyes and looked at the opposite side calmly, "That paragraph is about you."

"The common people finally know that the god-like national teacher in their minds was brutally killed by the pious former king in front of them."

"Infused with poisonous wine, thousands of arrows pierced through the heart, the body was dragged and thrown to the mass grave."

Mo Junli closed his eyes, he suddenly recalled Mu Xici's death in his previous life.

When he learned of her death, he immediately mobilized his troops. Before that, before Fuli's troops were mobilized, he sneaked back to Qianping.

He knew Mo Shuyuan's temperament well, and knew that he would not allow her to be buried properly. He felt that it was a pity that Mu Xici died, and couldn't help but want to collect the bones for her.

So he sneaked back to Qianping, and after many inquiries, he finally found the mass grave. He saw a 27-year-old thin girl lying in the pile of corpses covered in snow, her whole body was worn off and strangled. Su Yi couldn't tell the color of the broken arrows.

The clothes were soaked in blood, and the dried and darkened blood stains were blown away by the heavy snow, and finally froze into large congealed dark brown clumps.

Maybe it was freezing cold in winter, when he found her, the body had not decomposed, so he saw her back——

Her back was worn out when she was dragged to the mass grave, and the shaft of the arrow was almost worn out, leaving only the poisoned arrow nailed in the bone crevice, and countless fuzzy flesh and blood were frozen by the ice and snow. The icy clumps revealed thick white bones in several places.

He couldn't hold back, a line of tears fell down without warning.

That is the girl who has guarded the Qianping frontier for eleven years.

Mo Junli's eyelashes trembled, and later he took her body out of Qianping, and under the guidance of Yun You, he found an excellent blessed place, and buried her in that beautiful place.

It is a good place to listen to the wind and watch the moon, step on the clouds and watch the snow, and see the world is peaceful and peaceful.

"The people in the capital were filled with blood when they heard this place. The officials who were chanting were silent and took a few steps back. They rushed up immediately."

"Vegetable leaves and eggs can no longer convey the fire in their hearts. Someone moved a knife, and someone picked up a stone."

"But most of them still clenched their fists—they spontaneously lined up a few people and surrounded Mo Shuyuan one by one. They waved their fists, and their joints were pinched black and white."

"Mo Shuyuan was smashed to death by the people who were in a rage." The young man stared at the teacup on the table, and said in a shallow tone, "A Ci, the people have avenged you."

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