Legend of Hua Buqi

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His words made Yuan Chongpu laugh out loud, knowing that Chen Yu didn't want to worry about himself anymore. He tried to persuade him that the sentence of the deceased was already gone, and he couldn't say a word. With a muffled sound, he picked up the wine bowl to drink with Chen Yu, and could not help drunk him immediately, making him a dream when he woke up. It was just that Yuan Chong mumbled with regret in his stomach: "I haven't seen the flower that I don't give up, and it's not like that to grow into a flower?"

Because of the death of flowers that night, some people in Wangjing City couldn't sleep.

Moruofei walked from the front hall to the main house of the inner house. Stepped into the Lingbo Pavilion from the main room. In addition to flowers in his mind, he still does not give up. From her death, I thought of the beautiful and extraordinary woman in Hongshuzhuang, my father's death, and my mother's mad killing because of her love. What I think most about is the various influences of the death of Mo Fu on Mofu.

He is a young master born in Wangjing Mofu under the golden spoon. He has the innate advantages of modern memory and a good skin gift from God. Moruo Fei was rather melancholy thinking, if he didn't have these things, would he be able to be a wealthy family and live safely?

However, he knew clearly that it was impossible. This recognition made him cast a gruesome glance at the main house where Mrs. Mo lives.

After occupying Master Mofu's body and opening his eyes to wake up, he saw Mrs. Mo's anxious eyes. The beautiful woman loved him as a sweetheart. He was flattered when he never felt his mother's love, and vowed to spend a lifetime on the cheap mother he found.

Even though he heard the quarrel between Mrs. Mo and Lord Mo from the door outside the window, he vaguely knew many things. If the mother strikes out Xuejiazhuang, if the father is cruel, he will find the daughter who was abandoned.

He knew from the beginning that Hua Buqi was his sister. But Mrs. Mo thought he didn't know. The Seven Kings also thought that the portraits from Mofu were obtained by accident.

Moruo Fei's irritable thought originally thought that he could borrow the flowers to climb up the Seventh Lord and draw a strong backer for Mofu. The plan is seamless, how can he feel like he is lifting a stone and smashing his foot now? Why not protect him if you don't give up? Why wouldn't you tell who the poison was? Why is she not angry and rather unknowingly die?

The depression in my heart was not enough. He took the jug of wine and went into Song Berlin again late at night. In the entire Mofu, only the secret path in the ancestral hall can make him take off the mask on his face.

Liu Qingyan gazed leaning against the stone wall, searching the bowels thinking how to escape from here. She was a little curious about Moruo Fei who was sitting on the slate floor opposite the iron fence and drinking. He didn't speak a word for half an hour since he came in, drinking sullenly alone. She couldn't help but think nervously, today's Naku bidding, did Mo Fu lose?

As if seeing through her mind, Mo Ruofi opened his eyes slightly and said, "The official silver circulation right was taken away by the Jiangnan Zhu Fu at the high price of 5.4 million silver."

"Jiangnan Zhu Mansion?" Liu Qingyan exclaimed in silence.

"Don't pretend." Moruofei said lazily. "No one but Zhu Fu jumped out to fight at the scene. I am curious at what price Mingyue Mountain Villa persuaded Zhu Fu to join forces. Can Qingyan girl solve the puzzle?"

Liu Qingyan calmly said, "I'm also curious."

Mo Ruofei smiled and said lightly: "The real curious person is the emperor. The Mo family is in Wangjing City, and the emperor can make Mofu disappear at any time. In other words, the emperor's opponent Yuanqianzhuang is very relieved. Too far away, Zhu Fu suddenly jumped out to grab the right to circulate official silver, and the emperor was not at ease. "

He took a sip of wine, and his jade-like face was stained with pink because of the wine. Between the eyes, the dark tunnel was lightened by his face.

Moruofei in Liu Qingyan's eyes is very special. Not to mention that he is beautiful enough to make many women feel ashamed. His tactical methods often made her feel that she had bottomed out, and the peaks and turns were unpredictable. He caught himself and counted it. I just shivered again.

According to his statement, the establishment of Fangyuan Qianzhuang in Wangjing Mofu was based on purpose. Mingyue Mountain Villa and Jiangnan Zhufu jumped in and grabbed the errand. It was really unclear who lost or won. She pondered Moruofei's words with a bit of bitterness in her mouth.

Mo Ruofei then said with a smile: "You say you don't know. It's okay next year. Zhu Fu will lose it because of the silver distress. Mo Fu can get it back again. You can fight for the emperor's majesty. Comfortable, Mofu Zhufu is also safe. Doing business and eating single food is not good. Are you right? Qingyan, do n’t even think about being able to escape. I wo n’t let you go. Two people who can speak with confidence. "

Looking at the iron fence with thick arms, Liu Qingyan looked jeered. She didn't have the golden blade of cutting jade in her hand, and she wanted to escape without doubt. She said quietly: "Are you in big trouble?"

Mo Ruofei chuckled: "You are very smart. Hua Bufei is dead, he was poisoned and died in the Lingbo Museum."

Liu Qingyan also smiled: "You are annoyed that Mrs. Mo's childish behavior has caused you a lot of trouble? A long time ago, I knew there was something wrong with the soup sent by Mo Bo."

"Oh? Are you a drug expert?"

"No, I just think that the daily soup can't be used by Mobo himself. So I stole a little to feed the rabbit every time. It was originally lively, and then it became depressed.

Mo Ruofei silenced for a moment and then said: "I don't know. I thought life is better now, it should be harmonious. Woman, my heart is smaller than the tip of the needle. If you are in trouble, you still have to rely on men to solve it." Looked at the dim light oil lamp on the stone wall and was fascinated. If he knew, would he persuade his mother to stop?

Liu Qingyan remembered her parents, if she could find them, would she be so filial? She sighed: "Mrs. Mo is very lucky to have a son like you."

Moruofei murmured: "You are wrong. It is my luck to have a mother. You will not understand, no matter how many people she kills and what kind of troubles they cause, as long as she is good to me, I will Don't care. "

Liu Qingyan rolled her eyes and said: "Since you have made up your mind, what are you bothering about? With your mind, it's not difficult to hide for her."

Moruofei suddenly had an impulse to say that he felt inexplicable to Hua. Things that are boring in my heart are too long, too long, until a trace of surprise that first came to this world has become a stone knot deep in my heart. Shake after meeting the flower. Disturbing him, making him ... heartache.

Thinking of the word, there was a trace of cramping pain in the heart. Moruofei smiled and said, "I don't give up my heartache for the flowers."

He said he patted his buttocks and placed the unfinished wine in front of the iron fence: "If you can't sleep, drink a bar. Anyway, I will come to talk to you often."

The oil lamp on the stone wall elongated his figure alone. Liu Qingyan pondered his words, and there was a trace of fear in his heart. Do you spend your whole life in this dark stone tunnel? Looking forward to him coming to talk to himself every day? She jumped to the iron fence and shouted: "You tell my parents the secret, I help you deal with Mrs. Mingyue!"

Moruofei suddenly relaxed in his heart. It will not be too miserable for Mofu to be able to accomplish what the Seventh Lord explained. He turned back with a smile.

The night of Nanxiafang is still noisy. In the inner hall of Xingyuan's pawnshop where the door was closed, Hai Bo stood respectfully in front of Zhu Fu, the head of Zhu Fu.

Zhu Fu was only in his early forties, wearing the scribe's favorite triple-hair long beard, wearing a scribe scarf, and wearing a brown-cyan robe. His face was cold.

Haibo was older than him and was a domestic servant of Zhu's family. But in front of Zhu Fu, he had no idea of ​​relying on the old to sell the old. He always felt that his martial arts were good, but his brain was not enough. Especially in front of this chief executive.

The clear moonlight sprinkled in the courtyard, and the ground seemed to be covered with silver frost. This reminded Zhu Fu of Mingyue Xiaoqiao in the back garden of Fuzhong, as well as the old man who liked to be in a wheelchair. He asked faintly: "Do you know that you might be hurting her by doing this? The old lady hasn't looked for her, just to hide it."

Hyber raised his head after being silent for a while, his eyes shone with a hot light, and his waist suddenly straightened: "Chief Executive, you also know her situation. I won't do it anymore, she is dead now. I Even if you fight hard, you can't watch her die. The old man can be so cruel, young master is always the one I bring up! "

Zhu Fu said nothing for a while.

Haibo took a deep breath and said: "The villain has already made up his mind to take her away. Since then it has nothing to do with the Zhu family."

Zhu Fu looked at him, and finally there was a warmth in his cold eyes: "After receiving your letter, we four have negotiated it. This time it was from the old grandfather. Return to Jiangnan and ask the old grandpa to guilt. In a single pass, we four will save her life. "

Haibo's eyes were suddenly wet, his straight back bent down again, and he choked back to Zhu Fu: "The villain thanked the master for the young master."

Zhu Fu sighed and lifted him up: "After so many years, the heir of Zhunan Jiangnan should also go home."

The situation of the Seventh Lord is very bad. Fainting first, then angering, a tingling sensation came from time to time in the heart. Just like the feeling when I was bewitched by the spirit in Xue Fei's eyes many years ago. Only this time, he seemed to have touched death.

"My lord, the situation is not good." Afu's hand left the vein of the seven princes and said softly. There was a faint expression of worry on the deflated face like a dried persimmon.

The seven kings lying in the circle chairs of the study looked at the beautifully decorated algae well on the roof of the temple, and their thoughts drifted away. For a long time, he hummed his voice and said: "You also understand that whether it is early or late, it is stronger than I was paralyzed in bed for a lifetime."

Afu looked at him sadly and knelt down: "My lord, that woman can go with a golden needle, maybe you can get rid of this needle too! At that time, the prince's transaction with her only said that Mofu would not get the right to circulate the official silver Now in the hands of Zhufu in Jiangnan, the prince has fulfilled his promise, and Liu Mingyue can't say anything. Let the old slave go! "

"No. It's too late." The Seventh Grandpa sighed: "Is Yuer back?"

Afu whispered: "Master Yuan Chong sent him back, Shizi and he were drunk and drunk.

The Seventh King said: "Yuer is ardent about not giving up his face. You go to the Liushuiyuan to guard yourself, and don't let him go out of the house. Wait until you don't give up and then let him out."

Afu said in surprise: "When the funeral was gone, there were no individuals in the palace. Will the prince feel that the prince is cruel?"

The Seventh Lord interrupted him and said, "Yu'er will be drunk tonight, what will he do tomorrow? After so many years of suffocation, he is afraid that the death that he will not give up will be an introduction, exploding the old depression in his heart. .Mo House is a family clan, and no officials have to pay their condolences. What should Yuer appear in Mo Ling's mourning hall? It is better not to go. You can rest assured that I will rest assured. Go. "

Afu no longer spoke much, his eyes dropped.

The Seventh Lord closed his eyes and secretly said sorry to his son.