Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 707 Jokes
Mo Shuyun frowned, and when he turned around and looked up, the blade in Mo Shuyuan's hand had already sunk into his waist.

He raised his hand to grab the wrist of the young man in black, and with force on his palm, he pushed the edge of the dagger a little further into his abdomen.

The warm blood flowed up to the fingertips along the blade and the gold thread on the handle, and Mo Shuyuan felt his fingers trembling from the redness.

He raised his eyes in surprise, and saw that under the reflection of the candlelight and starlight, the young man's black eyes were as deep as two pools of still water, and there was an indescribable sadness hidden under the seemingly quiet pools.

That kind of despair is extreme, the sadness that comes back up layer by layer from the depths of the heart and soul.

The sadness made him shudder.

"How do you..."

"After all, you chose this step." Mo Shuyun interrupted him dreamily, and the desolate feeling in his eyes could not be hidden since then.

He squeezed Mo Shuyuan's wrist so hard that his knuckles turned white.

"...Why?" Mo Shuyun murmured in a daze, his clothes were soaked in the glamorous scarlet flow, and the lingering rust smell quietly lingered on his nose.

The severe pain in his waist and abdomen almost made him faint, and the sense of blood loss also made his eyes dizzy uncontrollably.

But even so, his pair of extremely sad eyes still firmly grasped the eyes of the young man in front of him, and he resisted to the death, just to ask for an answer——

An answer that he couldn't figure out after thinking for a long time.

He didn't understand why with them, sincerity couldn't be exchanged for sincerity.

It is obvious that they have the same blood, and it is obvious that he has never treated him badly...

He knew that his uncle and Xiangye were optimistic about the fifth younger brother, so he put all his strength into it.

The world said that he had no ambitions, acted recklessly, and said that he was not high enough to be low, and he was destined not to be in the ninth or fifth position.

They all said that he was just a pawn in the hands of Anping Hou and others, and that he was just a stepping stone left by his uncle to the fifth younger brother...

He knows that he is indeed just a chess piece that is useless to keep, and it is a pity to abandon it, and he knows that he is just a puppet that is the best to manipulate in the eyes of others——

But he has clearly been willing to be a pawn in their hands, a puppet in their hands, and a stepping stone for Mo Shu's journey without complaint. Why do they still treat him like this?
"Why don't you even give me the last bit of hope?" Mo Shuyun asked softly, he was so angry that two tears fell from the corners of his eyes for no reason, his face was as pale as paper, "I don't even bother to lie to me a bit."

—Even if they fooled him a little, just a little.

The young man's cold lips trembled, and the drops of water trickled down his cheeks and fell straight onto Mo Shuyuan's hand holding the handle of the knife.

The latter felt a chill on the back of his hand, and the water had dispersed into two small balls; the tears were obviously cold, and when they hit his hand, they were hotter than the freshly boiling wine on the clay stove in winter .

"When... did you know about it?" Mo Shu didn't answer the question, he held the handle of the knife to himself, his pupils were covered by eyelashes, and the candlelight reflected his slowly tightening lip line, It's hard to see the look on his face.

He lowered his eyes, as if he wanted to avoid the young man's gaze. When Mo Shuyun heard this, a very shallow smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"In the beginning."

He knew from the very beginning that the 27 years he had lived was nothing but a big joke.

——The one who deceives himself and others has always been the only one.

Mo Shuyun closed his eyes, and the hand that had been gripping Mo Shuyuan's wrist before suddenly lost strength.

He is too tired.

The young man twitched the corners of his lips, and when he died, there was a faint smile on his lips.

Mo Shuyuan couldn't help but lag for a moment when he saw this breathing.

He was silent for a long time, and finally wiped away the blood on his fingers without saying a word, and took out the golden button and jade seal in the hidden compartment, stuffed it into Mo Shuyun's empty hand, and carefully arranged him into a Suicide.

"Third brother, your hair is messed up." Before leaving, Mo Shuyuan leaned over and raised his finger to smooth the slightly messy hair on the sideburns of the dead young man.

Mo Shuyun's body was getting colder, he stretched out his hand, and the remaining warmth was blown away in the air by the night wind in an instant.

Little by little, he straightened out the last black hair hanging from the young man's sideburns. When he got up, his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

"Third brother, don't blame me." Mo Shuyuan closed his eyes, lowered his head and let out a silent sigh, "If you want to blame, you can only blame your bad life."

After he finished speaking, he stopped looking at him, got up and jumped out of the window sill, and after jumping onto the eaves, he opened his mouth and took a deep breath, the cold winter wind poured into his lungs from his throat, and the cold blowing made his chest hurt.

He knew that he would never have an older brother again.

He knew that no one would treat him as sincerely as his third brother since then.

But those who achieve great things don't care about small things. What he wants most has always been the ninth-fifth position on the top of the mountain——

That's all.

As Mo Shuyuan thought about it, he put on the face towel.

The figure of the young man disappeared into the night in an instant. Except for the stars and moon in the sky and the unburned candle in the study room, no one here knew what happened tonight——

Until the screams and cries of women pierced the dawn.

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"Your Majesty, as King Hanze Ning said, my minister has gone and followed Yu here, and it has indeed yielded a lot."

In the early morning of the next day, Mo Jingqi cupped his hands and reported to the emperor what he had experienced during his trip with Sui Yu. All the courtiers around were silent, and only King Yu Jin was heard above the Golden Luan Hall.

"In addition to a large amount of gold and silver from unknown origins, I have also seized several letters that have not yet been sent in the Suiyu government office—"

As Mo Jingqi said, he motioned to the little eunuch beside him to present a stack of half-new letters that seemed to have been put aside for a while.

"Not only does it involve many secret affairs of our court, but it also shows that there are many border guard posts in the northern border. I dare not make claims on this matter and deal with it privately. Please take a look at it, Your Majesty."

"Besides, Sui Yuzhi County and the county's magistrates and masters have all been escorted back to Beijing by the humble ministers. Right now, they are waiting outside the hall. How many people do you want to interrogate yourself, Your Majesty?" Mo Jingqi said, At the end of the speech, he slightly raised his eyebrows.

Emperor Yunjing, who had just received the letter from the little eunuch, paused for a moment, then slightly raised his hand after a while: "Then please pass them in, Brother Emperor."

"It just so happens that all the lovers present here will be a witness together—"

"Look, who is the traitor who hides the wolf's ambition this time?"

"Here." King Jin responded, turned around and wanted to summon the few people waiting outside the hall.

Unexpectedly, before he raised his voice to call for someone, he saw an anxious little eunuch staggering into the palace.

His eyes were full of panic, he walked in a hurry, and the gauze hat on his head was also a little crooked.

Everyone saw him kneel down on the ground as soon as he entered the hall, and when he lowered his head, he kowtowed heavily——

"It's not good, Your Majesty, Third Highness... Third Highness, he is dead!"

　The third child sent it
　　
　
(End of this chapter)