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Ink, he was not originally called ink, this name was originally changed for the purpose of offering a flattering invitation.
Liu Wei’s fortune thought for a while, but he didn’t quite think about the boy’s real name: “You originally called Mo... Mo...” Why’s it?
Ink faint interface: "Mo Zhen." Originally it looks like a very ordinary name with a little degenerate, because the owner's situation, turned into a homophonic but soft and fragrant, although now people have left the original environment, But the innocent child who had no worries in the past could never find it again.
"Yes, Mo Zhen." Liu Yu sighed. He decided to look at the boy. "You will call back the original name in the future. I will create a household registration for you, so that you can follow me, but here. I have to ask you before."
He said one word: "What purpose do you have?"
When he arrived here today, the Mo Xiang team asked to see him. He saw that the boy was very beautiful, and when he looked familiar, he allowed him to meet, but when the boy showed his identity, he told him a bad news: The little emperor called him to Jiankang, not for the ancestor of the purpose, but for worrying that he would seek a lieutenant position and imprison him.
Although the news brought by the ink incense made him very surprised, but I know, is this a trap that leads him to jump in?
Looking at the ink-like like a smile, even a somewhat inscrutable look, Liu Xin’s heart suddenly became a bit violent. Who is he, the boy in front of him, but just a face-to-face, why does he look at him like this?
He stood up fiercely and walked quickly to the front of the ink, holding his pointed chin in one hand, and the nails almost crushed the bones of the ink: "Give me honestly?"
The pain went deep into the bones, and the ink fragrantly hurts the eyebrows, but his eyes smiled: "It is not necessary to change the name. I have used this name horizontally. What does it matter? What Xiangdong Wang thought, now I am still afraid of death?" He saw it at a glance, and Liu Wei looked very fierce and looked very uneasy.
Ink is the surviving child in the war.
A few years ago, a prince occupied the rebellion of Guangling City. After the city was broken, he was killed. But the father of Liu Ziye, who was still in power at the time, ordered that the innocent people of a city should have no for this pile. The way around the rebellion pays for life, and the person who presides over the massacre is Zong Yue.
For the past, some of the ink incense was remembered very clearly, but some of it has been blurred, but he always remembers that the year of Guangling City, the autumn has not finished, it ushered in the winter of chill.
It’s really chilling.
His father is a counselor who follows the rebellious prince. In fact, he is not an important figure. He originally wanted to rely on the big tree of the royal family to support his family, to eat and drink for a lifetime, but to make a rebellious decision in this big tree. When it was irresistible, it was on the thief boat.
How are all dead, followed by rebellion, can die later, do not follow, then died.Mo Xiang asked his father why he had to rebel. His father was very worried and caressing his head. He was reluctant to say something like "Today has no way". He felt that his father’s tone of speech at that time was forced to endorse him. It’s about the same
Mo Xiang had already known a little truth at that time, but he did not understand, is this rebellious prince very good? Without waiting for him to figure it out, he ushered in the city break, and many officers and men came in and killed everywhere. Mo Xiang and his father hid in a hidden place, looking through the gap to see the outside situation. He saw Zong Yue. At that time, Zong Yue’s eyes were not as thin as they are now, and the murderous suffocation was even more exposed. Riding the horse on the street and squatting straight, seeing the civilians will go down with a sword.
The blood flutters, reflecting the face of Zong Yue's pleasure.
Later, Mo Xiang still couldn't hide. When a group of soldiers passed by, he was really hungry, his stomach was out of control, and he was ridiculously found. Then he and his father, together with other people in the city. , ready to be slaughtered.
At that time, I didn’t feel much fear, because he had been scared, stunned and tied, groggy and crowded in the city, squeaky and pushed up. Slaughterhouse.
When his mind was awake, he turned his head and looked at the screaming man on the left. It was his father. His father’s head rolled to the ground, his shoulders were flat, and there was a lot of bright red blood.
This is... dead.
Innocent fear of ink, screaming and screaming, and hearing his voice, Zong Yue came over with great interest and pulled out the sword: "This makes me play." Mo Xiang knows that he wants to kill himself, but he Being tied, the whole body is stiff, and there is no power to roll down...
Later, he still did not die, because at that time, Shen Qingzhi first asked the emperor to make a will. Children under five feet were free from death. When he was a child, he grew short and looked two or three years younger than his appearance. He also fortunately escaped from death.
But it is not a lucky thing to die. If he is too beautiful, he will continue to be sold and sold. He will wait for the price and be embarrassed. Once and for all, he will be taught how to obey and how to be flattered.
The last time he was transferred, he was bought by Liu Wei and given to the most favored princess today as a birthday gift.
At that time, the whole world was gray, and no matter how you could not see hope, he thought that he would spend this life in his life.
Calmly looking at Liu Wei, the smile of Mo Xiang, a little more feminine, the eyes are gentle as the lover's knife, so soft, but so sharp: "Xiangdong Wang, I am not afraid of death, really, Not afraid at all, as long as you have that determination, now pull out the sword on the waist and kill me." He had severely injured his bones in his early years. Although he was nursed back in the past two years, he was still weak and could not practice martial arts. , there is not much self-protection, as long as one
A slightly stronger person can kill him.Liu Wei searched for a long time in the eyes of Mo Xiang, and could not find the fear in the end. Finally, he let go of his frustration and let go, Shen Sheng said: "What purpose do you have? If you don't explain, I won't believe you. If I remember correctly, not long ago, the princess’s palace died of a face that was said to have a different body. Is it you, how did you survive?”
Although the news was not accurate, Liu Wei was not completely ignorant.
Followed by Zong Yue, he heard that the song of the singer had been secretly executed, but the death of Mo Xiang, Chu Yu only covered the name of a sick, and did not hide.
Mo Xiang smiled and said: "That is very easy. I have accidentally seen a child whose appearance is very similar to me. I will pay attention to it and use it. On that day, I will take the ancestral temple to the Princess House. I am squatting. With Zong Yue to accompany his squatting out of the door, he told me that I was the soul of Guangling City in the past, and then let me go out and find a chance to let Zong Yue have reason to kill." He promised the boy to his family. Enough money.
At that time, it was dusk, and the light was a little dim. Even if there were subtle differences in the face, it would be considered because the pain was distorted, or it was a matter of shading.
Chu Yu, who is most familiar with the ink, did not have the heart to see at that time.
And the ink fragrant early to the Princess House, but also made some preparations for stealing the column.
"Shu Dong Wang, please rest assured, even if I don't come to see you, don't you still want to enter Kangkang? And whatever I am saying is true or false, now the situation, you are right or wrong. That thought is over, and it’s fine to go. If there is, and you are calling instead, don’t you give me an excuse to say that you are rebellious? Why don’t you pretend that you don’t know anything, random and moving?” The ink incense is low, and the smile is concealed. However, my heart is happy to rise: "I am here to communicate, but to make you believe in my talents. If Xiangdong Wang is willing to rely on me, I can not only keep you." The status of life can also help you to be more honorable."
He slowly said: "I have a skill now, I have to exchange this thing for something."
After hesitating for a long time, Liu Wei reached out and raised the boy he could not see through: "If I can be safe and honorable in his day... the best official position, you can choose."
Ink still keeps his head down and laughs and laughs: "Thank you Xiangdong Wang... No, master."
Is it a great darling to say this? To the invisible meat bones, would you want someone to give him a dog? Don't forget, sometimes, the dog will also pick the owner.
At the time of July, the three kings arrived in Jiankang.
One does not fall, even, one more.
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