Dressed as the real daughter of the wealthy control group

In the prison cell, Xiao Ji looked at the jasper sword showing its original color, the phoenix eyes shrunk, Fei Zhang also jumped up from the wall, and cried out: "This is sister's jewelry."

The rust rustled down, and where there was scrap iron, it was clearly a small green sword.

Fei Zhang was shocked, he had looked at the dagger carefully before, how could it feel that it was different from the one in Xiao Ji's hand.Are all Taoist things so miraculous?

"It's not jewelry, it's a dagger, it's a magic weapon of Taoism." Xiao Ji's eyes darkened.

After Changge's death, Mu Qingyi wanted the dagger away, saying it was their token of love.

From the looks of it now, he was clearly deceived by Mu Qingyi.He had never heard of jade being able to rust.

"Come here!" Xiao Ji shouted with a gloomy face.

"His Majesty!"

"Where are Mu Qingyi's bones buried? Go open the coffin and get them!!" Xiao Ji gritted his teeth and said word by word, 12 years, that fellow lied to him for 12 years.

With Mu Qingyi's heart, how could he give up so easily?He must have used means to take away the most important thing.He didn't reveal anything until his death.

What is this dagger for?

"Teacher, you are crazy, that is the famous gentleman in Tsing Yi." Fei Zhang cried out, "He has been dead for ten years, if you open the coffin and flog the corpse, how will people in the world scold you, and what will future historians do? Write about you, the founding emperor?"

The founding emperor?Xiao Ji laughed softly, his phoenix eyes were faintly red, and his expression was gloomy. He never thought about being the founding emperor of a country. He begged for the first half of his life to clear up the grievances of his family, and for the second half of his life, he begged for her.

He's been a loner for 12 years, isn't that enough?

The palace was terrified, and the voice trembled: "Your Majesty, after the Tsing Yi Lang Jun died of illness, the Jiangnan Mansion went up, the Taoist gate cremated the Lang Jun's body, and buried the ashes in Heshan. Two years ago, there was an earthquake in Heshan. The Crane Temple has collapsed, and the thousand-year-old Taoist Temple has become ruins, and there is no way to find it."

There is no way in the world.

Xiao Ji's expression was stiff and his voice was hoarse: "Why didn't anyone tell me?"

The palace man lowered his eyes.Who dares to mention Daomen and Mr. Mu's family?When the earthquake happened two years ago, only one Taoist temple collapsed, and there were no casualties among the people at the foot of the mountain.

"I know about this." Feizhang looked worried, "There is no way in the world. Taifu, we are the only ones left."

The Great Prosperity Dynasty is no more, the old emperor passed away, my elder sister died, and Mu Qingyi also died. Most of the old friends died or fell ill, leaving only the two of them.

Xiao Ji's expression was unknown, he clenched the little jasper sword, turned and left.

"Hey, that's mine! I bought it for a tael of gold, and it's my elder sister's relic." The young man stomped anxiously.

Emperor Changyuan didn't look back, and said coldly: "Now it's mine."

"I don't sell it! You pay me back!"

"Little lord, please stop shouting, this world belongs to His Majesty, let alone a small dagger, it is more important to save your life."

"If you call me an adult, you will be an adult. What does it mean to add a small in front?"

The young man shouted in dissatisfaction, without the slightest awareness that his life was hanging by a thread, and his words revealed a rare sense of freedom and youthful spirit.Like a rising sun.

Xiao Ji glanced back from a distance, feeling envious for some reason, no one thought that the last survivor in the deep palace would be the six-year-old posthumous son of Emperor Zhaoxin who could not speak and was stupid.

Only fools live long.

He received all the love and teaching from Changge when he was young, so after the country was ruined and his family was destroyed, he didn't fall into the abyss of hatred and couldn't extricate himself.

He is luckier than him!Also more unfortunate than him!

He will be trapped in hatred all his life, and Fei Zhang will never be able to get out of Changge's aura in his life.After getting that kind of love, how could he fall in love with other girls again.

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Changge was taken all the way back to the familiar dormitory by Xiao Ji, where Fei Zhang lived before, but now Fei Zhang has become a prisoner and lives with him.

I haven't seen him in 12 years, Xiao Ji is more profound and indifferent than before, sitting there is like a cold and temperatureless temptation, even the emperor's crown clothes on his body are cold and piercing.

There was a long silence.

She couldn't talk to him, and he didn't speak, and the two of them were relatively silent until late at night, when he lay down with his clothes on and holding a dagger, his tall figure sank into the deep night.

There is no high bed and soft pillows, no beauties around, the courtiers are afraid, the courtiers are in awe, these years he has lived himself into a real lonely ghost, not even as good as her.

Changge sighed lowly. Back then, he was also a handsome and handsome gentleman who was popular in the capital, with great power in his hands. He was so graceful and luxurious that no one could match him.

She reached out to smooth the crease between his brows.

Xiao Ji turned over in the dark, and murmured indistinctly: Changge.

Moonlight blends into the night.

On the second day, Xiao Ji didn't hang Feizhang on the city gate, as if he had forgotten about the new lord of the Northland, and directly marched directly to Wuzi and Shule.

During the months-long battle, Changge traveled with him in the deserts and isolated cities of the Northland, watched him expand the territory little by little, watched him be full of hostility and killing, and became more and more silent.

The winter in the Northland was colder than Changge's imagination, and every drop of water turned into ice.

Like a madman, Xiao Ji sent troops to cross the river regardless of the objections of the courtiers. As a result, he was ambushed while crossing the river and fell into the glacier with a flying arrow.

"Protect Your Majesty, protect Your Majesty..."

The panicked voices of the soldiers came from a distance across the river.

Changge fell into the glacier together with him, and seeing an arrow in his heart, his eyes closed, his face pale and serene, it seemed as if he had waited 12 years for this moment.

The jasper sword sank into the bottom of the river, darkness struck, and Chang Ge fell into the deep darkness, as if he had returned to the prosperous capital of that year. He walked slowly in the snow, graceful and luxurious, handsome and indifferent, this time he did not Passing by her, he stopped, looked at her who was catching snow in the snow, and stretched out his hand with a smile.

She reached out her hand subconsciously, and after 12 years, separated by yin and yang, she shook hands with him at the last second, making up for the regrets of her teenage years.

In the winter of the 12th year of Changmeng, Emperor Changyuan was on his way to the imperial conquest, and died with a stray arrow in his body. He died at the age of 36. The emperor had no children in his life, and left a will to pass on the throne to the new lord of Beidi, and buried him with Emperor Changge. Mausoleum.

When the news was sent back to Shengdu, the court was in an uproar.This is an ancient anecdote that is still in the dynasty of the old emperor.

Feizhang, the new lord of the Northern Territory, heard the news of Emperor Changyuan's death, laughed in public in prison, left a letter, selected his stepson from the offshoots of the Xiao family, and entrusted Gu Yu to the important minister, threatening that this was a matter of the Xiao family's royal family and had nothing to do with him. , then walk away.

Later, there were rumors that the new owner of the Northland and the young emperor of the previous dynasty went all the way south. After living in Jiangnan Mansion for several months, he went south and never returned. Some said he died in a shipwreck, and some said he went to Penglai Fairyland. Mystery.

It was like a long dream.

When Changge woke up again, it was already in the spring, and a year had passed since the death of Emperor Changyuan.

The people and things she is familiar with have also become cold records in the history books.

"I heard that Mr. Mu Lang is here again. This is already the tenth time this month."

"The nine generations of the Mu family are single-handed. If this little gentleman really enters the Buddhist sect, wouldn't he be extinct? Mr. Mu will cry and die in front of the Buddha."

"That can't be helped. Mr. Mu's family already has the title of Living Buddha Sa at a very young age. If it wasn't for the Mu family's nine generations, he would have entered the Buddhist sect long ago."

The lazy spring sun shone sparsely, Changge stretched out his hand to block the sun above his head, and then found that the jasper sword she possessed had changed drastically, turned into a stone, and it was still a piece at the foot of the stone lion in front of the temple. A shapeless stone.

Pilgrims come and go, no one cares.

She propped her head up to look at the shape of the clouds in the sky, smelled the faint sandalwood in the temple, and her mood had never been so peaceful.The hostility from the previous life was calmed down little by little, and she was finally able to look at the sky and clouds leisurely, and no longer blamed everything on her fault.

"Lang Jun, what are you looking at?" The book boy's voice rang in his ears.

Her eyes dimmed, and someone leaned over to watch her quietly.

With a warm and comfortable handsome face, with a three-point smile in his brows and eyes, he reached out to pick her up and wiped her with a clean shirt.

The book boy on the side couldn't explain it in words: "Mr. Lord, this is just a stone on the side of the road. We have seen it all the way back. It is not a very unusual thing."

The young gentleman said warmly: "This is the first time I saw it. It will be summer soon, and it will be very uncomfortable to be exposed to the wind and the sun here."

The book boy opened his mouth, probably feeling that his husband's mind is broken again.

"Lang Jun, is it possible that stones have no feeling, and they won't feel uncomfortable when blown by wind and sun."

"You are not a stone, how do you know that it will not be uncomfortable?"

"Lang Jun, you scolded me!" Shutong said angrily, "You said that I am not as good as a stone."

The young man laughed softly, attracting countless admiring looks.

Changge also bent his eyelashes, and smelled the familiar and unfamiliar aura on him. It's been a long time since I saw you, Mu Langjun, I didn't expect that he would still find her in this life.

Changge followed him all the way away from the temple and back to the Mu Mansion. From a distance, he saw the Mu family rushing out to greet him, surrounded Mu Qingyi, and cried into a ball.

The little book boy sighed, "Again!"

This is already the tenth time this month!This month is finally coming to an end.Lang Jun devoted himself to becoming a monk, and went to the temple every three days to ask Master Guyun to accept him as a disciple.

Except for the master who has not left the yamen, all the wives and ladies in Mu's house are here, and it is estimated that they will cry for another half an hour!

The Mu family cried into a ball, and Mu Qingyi only smiled warmly. When they were tired from crying, he poured tea for them so that they could have the strength to continue crying.

Changge could see it clearly, and sighed with his hands on his forehead. He has become a little black-bellied in this life.

After crying like this for half an hour, it didn't stop until the master of the Mu family came down to the Yamen.

Changge followed him back to the yard. The yard where the young man lived was extremely clean and refreshing. The room was full of books, mostly medical books and Buddhist scriptures, and there were also some ancient books of Taoism.

Mu Qingyi still has a calm and gentle personality. He doesn't talk much on weekdays. Most of the time he spends his time looking at medical skills and Buddhist scriptures, and then he goes out to see the poor for free. He sees doctors for two days, and goes to the temple to talk about Buddhist scriptures with Master Guyun one day.

The days are flat and peaceful.

He put Changge in a sachet and carried it with him. Most of the time he fell asleep listening to Buddhist scriptures, sometimes he slept for a long time, and sometimes he slept for a short time.

The jasper sword was contaminated with Mu Qingyi's breath, and it became warm from an inconspicuous stone, but it no longer looked like a dagger, but was polished into a piece of jade by Mu Qingyi.

"Lang Jun, I didn't realize that there is jade in this stone. You really have a discerning eye!"

"Lang Jun, Lang Jun, what do you want to carve this jade into? It can't be just such a big lump."

Mu Qingyi picked up the jade several times, but didn't do it.

"Lang Jun, carve it into a Buddha's head, or an ingot..."

"Lang Jun, don't you know how to carve? We can take it to the jade master for carving, as long as you draw it well first."

"No, I was just wondering if it would hurt."

Changge opened his eyes, and saw his radiant face magnified in front of him. He reached out and touched her head, and smiled warmly: "I won't sculpt, I'm afraid of pain, and it should be afraid too."

Afraid of pain!

Her eyes were clouded, thinking of those three years, he cut open his palm countless times to feed her blood, it should be very painful, he never said it.

Mu Qingyi gave up carving jade, and she fell into a deep sleep again. When she woke up again, he had escaped into Buddhism, wearing a red cassock, sitting in front of the Buddha and chanting sutras.

The former book boy would come to the temple to offer incense every 15th day of the new year, crying and persuading him to return to vulgarity.

"Lang Jun, now that you have fulfilled your wish, become a monk and become a monk, shouldn't you also enter the world of mortals, marry a wife and have children? You will always meet a girl you like in the future. The Mu family cannot have no offspring."

The young Buddhist disciple smiled and said: "The Mu family has already adopted a step-son from a side branch. If the Mu family has a descendant, the world should also have Buddhist principles."

Immediately he left the temple, traveled around and became an ascetic monk, practicing medicine while preaching Buddhism. Everywhere he went, he saved the people from suffering, and soon became famous all over the world.

Because of his commoner robes and cassocks, there is a piece of green jade hanging around his waist all the year round.

Changge walked with him all the way, traveled all over the country, watched him step by step from the countryside to the Daxiangguo Temple in the prosperous capital, preached scriptures and sermons in front of thousands of people, discussed the Tao with Buddhism, and discussed the court, Talking about ancient and modern times, the government and the public were shocked, and then they left the capital, traveled all the way west, and lived in an abandoned Taoist temple in the mountains.

The days in the mountains are clean, she watches him write medical and Buddhist scriptures at night, and occasionally wakes up and sees him looking at the blue jade under the moonlit night, wiping her crystal clear, fearing that she will be cold in winter, so he squeezes her Under the pillow, afraid of her heat in summer, soak her in the cold well water.

The book boy cried and said, "Mr. Lang, I am no longer the only one in your mind. You are better than me to every stone, and you don't worry if I am cold or hungry."

Mu Qingyi smiled and said: "You know how to put on clothes when you're cold, and eat when you're hungry, but she doesn't, so naturally I have to take care of her."

The book boy said angrily: "People are not as good as rocks, so you can live with this rock."

A monk, a book boy, and a piece of jade, they walked like this for several years.

In the past few years, the golden light in the jade has changed from the size of a firefly to the size of a thumbnail. She likes to doze off in the golden light, lazily, like basking in the sun.

The last time he woke up, when he saw Mu Qingyi, he was exhausted.