Legend of Hua Buqi

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Yun Lang reacted: "Are you saying that you should quietly take away the detoxification? You want me to hide all the people? Why? Do you know how much trouble the Seven Lords will bring to Mofu? Who the **** are you ?! Why can't you save her earlier ?! "

"I am the one who can save her." Haibo sneered: "Master Shaobao, do you think you don't abandon the poison that you have poisoned tonight? She has been poisoned for a long time. Tonight, he scores more and wants her to die immediately. That ’s complicated. I do n’t have time to explain it to you. If you really treat her well, remember the old man ’s words. Do n’t give up and bury him as soon as possible. The old man will take her away. Master Mo is not in the dark too? Seven Kings Not necessarily anger Mo House. The old man said this, you can do it. "

The window paper was twice as white. When dawn dawned, Hai Bo looked at him with pity and turned away.

Yun Lang head into a pot of porridge. Haven't abandoned poisoning for a long time? who is it? Who poisoned it? Who is this mysterious old man? Why should he hide everyone, why would she be more miserable if she does n’t die?

He sits and thinks in a daze. Unconsciously, it was already dawning, and the sunshine window shone into it. Yun Lang still didn't want to understand.

"Ah--" A shriek screamed from the door of the room.

Linggu shivered and sat on the ground. The screams came from Lonicera. The little girl was terrified by the blood stains in the room.

Yun Lang looked at the past with indifferent tone: "What happened to Lingbo Museum last night?"

Linggu climbed into the room with a roll and cried, "Master Master, the slave-maid didn't know. When Mobo sent the lady back, she was fine, she just said she was sleepy and was going to sleep. The slave-maid waited for her to sleep before leaving. . A good night's sleep, and the sun came out after waking up. What happened to the lady? "

Yun Lang asked lightly: "What time is it?"

Lonicera shuddered back: "It's almost time."

Neiku has closed the door and opened the bid. Yun Lang said quietly: "Go tell the young master, the young lady is poisoned and died. Ask him whether he should report to the king's palace now or wait for Neiku's bidding to be completed and then report. Linggu, please go, don't say anything, it is the young master.

Linggu groaned, panicked, and stumbled when going out. She got up, ran up the skirt.

Yun Lang stood up, holding up. Sitting on the ground all night, his legs were sore and his body shook.

Upon seeing this, Lonicera cried, "Master, don't be too sad."

Sad? What really made him sad? When he saw the **** rabbit lamp on the desk, there was another anger in his heart.

With coldness in Yun Lang's eyes, he bent the corner of his mouth contemptuously. He lowered his head and whispered to Buqi: "No, will you come back?"

Do not give up without a little consciousness. Yun Lang sighed and hugged her out of the room, instructing: "Don't move everything here. The Wang Mansion will come to see."

Putting it on the bed of Lonicera, Yun Lang held her hand and said, "I'll get some water."

Honeysuckle screwed up a hot towel, and Yun Lang focused on wiping his face and hands. He never gave up the lotus coin on his neck, and said softly, "I once said that you should throw away his coin, you will not. I will give him back for you."

He squeezed the copper money and stood up and said, "Change the clothes for the lady. Don't throw away the **** clothes."

Yun Lang came out of the room and squinted to the blue sky.

Several paper kites fluttered high in the sky. The camellia blooms in the yard, and the peach blossoms bloom. Birds jump and whisper among the pink and white flowers. It's as if yesterday was to pierce Kongkong with Bufei. Yun Lang smiled when he remembered the weakness of the time. She is not sick, she is already poisoned.

But she said nothing. She knew who had the poison, but she didn't say it.

Who does she protect? Was it her lichen lover? Thanks to him, he also enthusiastically let Lin Yike visit her.

He should have thought about how he would know that mysterious solo traveller. Obviously Lian Yike intends to approach her.

Those who do not refuse to speak, are able to move in and out of the heavily guarded Mofu. Yun Lang held the copper coin in his hand, and his heart was bitter, and he hated for life.

Do not give up, this is the person you like? I will definitely kill him. Yun Lang said secretly in his heart.

Footsteps came from the courtyard door. Yun Lang took a look and shouted in surprise: "Cousin ?!"

Moruofei had washed off the medicine on his face and hurried to Linggu. He wore a white embroidered robe, as beautiful as jade. He walked briskly and saw no signs of poisoning.

"Alang, why did you suddenly die if you don't give up ?! Where is she?" Mo Ruofei asked with a frowning face, frowning.

"Cousin, are you not poisoned?" Yun Lang asked dumbly.

Moruofei hurriedly replied: "It's a long story, where are you going?"

He was not poisoned. Yun Lang suddenly became angry. He twisted Morofi's shirt and screamed, "If I didn't find an antidote for you, why would I leave? If I didn't leave, how would I let Lin Yike sneak into the house and not give up? poison?!"

Lian Yike sneaked into Fuchu, didn't he give up poison? Mo Ruofei raised her eyebrows and looked stern: "Alang, calm down. Even if you stay in the palace, you will have the prophet and you will stay in Lingbo Hall for a night? How do you know that it was Lian Yike? poison?"

Yeah, even if he was there, how could he know to stay here one night in advance? Yun Lang let go of his hand weakly and said angrily: "It's him! I know it's him! I will kill him!"

The sudden appearance of the lotus clothing guest made Moruofei feel complicated. The one who bears the blame is Lian Yike. The person's whereabouts are secret and come and go without a trace. No one in the rivers or lakes knew his identity. Is it feasible for him to bear the blame for killing? He said in a cold voice: "A Lang, I'll go and see first, and I will talk about Lian Yike later."

Yun Lang nodded heavily and pointed to the room of Lonicera.

Moruofei pushed the door open, and hesitated and walked in.

"Sonson!" When Lengdong couldn't help seeing Mo Ruofei, he wept.

Lying on the bed peacefully, Lonicera has changed dresses for her. The blood stains on her face had been wiped clean, and her face was paper-like, covered with a light blue-grey layer.

Looking at her from afar, Moruofei's feet could no longer pass. After he left Lingbo, he never fell asleep again. I've never been anxious and panicked. Watching the sky slowly light up, watching the sun shine into the house. The Lingbo Pavilion was slow, and he sat in the room like a needle felt. Finally, after seeing Linggu panicked to report, Mo Ruofei seemed relieved after confirming that he was not dead.

However, at this time, when he saw that he was lying on the bed, his blood surged to the top of his head. He heard the sudden beating of his temple. He suddenly remembered when he woke up from Master Mo's body. He looked blankly at the strange body and blankly at the strange environment. Surrounded by all the people in the palace, it was as lonely as if he was the only one left in the world.

Why didn't he die, he felt that lonely again? She would n’t be her, or the little one who followed her to ask for life. After more than ten years, can he still remember the past? No, he is Mo Ruofei, the owner of Wangjing Mo's family, and his grand master! Moruofei turned to the beginning fiercely, so he couldn't look away. He secretly said sorry in his heart. The mother killed her, and he could only choose to protect her.

Mo Ruofei turned around and said: "Ling Aunt, I ordered Mo Bo to quickly purchase a coffin to lay the hall. Outside, she said that the young lady passed away in an emergency.

Yun Lang looked at him and said, "Wait for the Seventh Lord to show it?"

"The emperor has no subordination, and in the eyes of outsiders, she is still the lady of Mofu. The latter can only be handled in Mofu." Mo Ruofei said again, "I will go to the Guild Hall to report to the Seventh King. Alang, someone Poisoning me, I'm just going to push the boat down the river, and I'll talk about it for a reason. I'll take care of the future if you don't give up. "

He came in a hurry and left in a hurry. Yun Lang looked at his back and digested the fact that Moruofei was not poisoned. It seems that both Seventh Lord and Shizi knew that he was not poisoned. Was this show shown to Mingyue Mountain Villa? Yun Lang understood the meaning of Moruofei. But don't give up? Was she the victim in this dispute over Neiku's interests? Why should Lian Yike not give up? Was he also from Mingyue Mountain Villa, taking the opportunity to provoke the relationship between Mofu and Qiwangfu?

Yun Lang's headache.

Ling Gu's eyes looked at the bloodshot eyes, his clothes were stained with blood, and he was standing under the profile.

Yun Lang looked down, and the blood on his chest had dried up, condensing into a purple-brown flower. He remembered the old man in black mask and shook his head and said, "I'm not going anywhere. Linggu Liandong, you go to Mobo and put up the hall. The news spreads that later, people will come from the house Condolences. "

He said as he entered the house, sitting in front of the bed and holding his hand.

The second maid wiped tears and turned to find Mobo.

Yun Lang whispered, "I don't give up, my brain is very messed up. My cousin is not poisoned, he makes me feel weird. He usually hurts you so much, why did you see you die today without even being bedside?" He did n’t ask how you got poisoned. He did n’t feel strange when he saw you lying in the honeysuckle room. It was as if he knew that you could n’t lie in your room. Also, he seemed anxious than me Purchase a coffin and set up a mourning hall. Do n’t give up, you ’re also weird. The masked old man who came today is familiar with you. When did you know such a person? You know the lotus and the masked old man. What secret? "

He gently flicked a strand of hair hanging down his cheek, stared at her for a while, and said softly: "As long as you can live. You don't tell me that there is always your reason. I have a new year. At the age of seventeen, my strength is still small. In the future, I will become strong, and I will not let you suffer any grievances. "

He shook his hand and quietly accompanied her. Chunyang shined in and printed a gentle light on the ground. Yun Lang's heart has calmed down. As long as you can live without giving up.

After two hours, Mo Bo led a group of people to the Lingbo Pavilion. He respectfully said to Yun Lang: "Master Master, the hall of the front hall has been set up, the old slave comes to invite the lady."

Both he and the next man had put on linen. With tears in her eyes, Linggu stood silently at the door with Lengdong holding the shroud and jewelry prepared for her.

The hands that are not abandoned are cold and soft. Yun Lang could not let go. He thought again and again, if for a long time, wouldn't he have to arouse suspicion if he didn't abandon his body or remained stiff? He immediately stood up. His eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and he looked haggard. You don't need to reload, you can see his sadness.

Mobo sighed and took a white piece of cloth around his waist, whispering: "Master, don't be too sad. Be careful of your body."

Yun Lang turned around and stood motionless at the door.

Half an hour later, Linggu opened the door and choked with sobs, "The slave-servant has taken care of the lady."

Mo Bo beckoned, and the four strong and muscular little men carried a soft car.

"No need." Yun Lang said and walked into the house.

He has put on new clothes, and his hair is smooth and smooth. The gray face was covered with thick powder, and the red rouge fainted from the cheeks. Seeing no signs of poisoning, she just fell asleep.

Yun Lang leaned over to hug her and said lightly, "I hugged her in the past."

The undeniable hand hangs weakly, and the wind blows the robe sleeve gently. Yun Lang walked slowly, as if this was the last way he walked away.

The lobby of the lobby is plain, and the streamers are flying. All the servants put on linen. A group of people knelt in front of the hall, seeing Yun Lang holding in and cried.

Large households often invite some crying souls to come to the government to cry. Yun Lang knew that these people kneeling on the steps were crying souls, and he couldn't help being sad. If you don't abandon your true death, how many people are willing to cry for her?

Behind the heavy white curtains was a coffin. The fine red sandalwood is glowing black with purple, thick and strong. Yun Lang gently put down and did not give up, took a futon and sat cross-legged next to the coffin. He calmly said that Mobo said: "I am here with her."

Mobo sighed and went out.

The curtains surrounded a small world, Yun Lang turned his head to look at the coffin, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. From now until he does not abandon his burial, he will always be there for her.