Chapter 80

"I'm just a scholar. I don't have the ability to protect grandma, or I don't have the ability to fight against the power of my father and that woman. Moreover, I want to know what I am in my father's heart."

Mo Ziqian showed that blank look again. "In my memory, my father was very kind to me, far better than my two older brothers. However, in recent years, my father has become more and more distant from me, but every time I see him, I can feel that kind of love. Hate again."

Leng Moxi instantly understood. In fact, this Mo Ziqian is an awkward kid. He obviously has the ability to stand on his own, but he still wants to stay at Mo's house just to know whether his cheap father loves him or not!

Mo Ziqian looked at Leng Moxi. "Actually, I envy you very much. You have parents, brothers and sisters who love you."

Leng Moxi pouted. "Envy me? Do you know that when we were on this mountain, we almost starved to death, and every day we had to guard against other mountains to grab the territory, and those who were called officers and soldiers were actually encircled and suppressed by bandits, that is, the later two Years can be more comfortable."

Mo Ziqian nodded. During the years of war, life was indeed not very easy. "Want to watch the sword dance?"

Leng Moxi's eyes lit up. "You Wu?" Then his expression faltered. "Without a sword!"

Mo Ziqian smiled charmingly, stepped on his right foot, flew onto a peach tree, and folded a relatively straight branch on it. "I didn't have a sword when I was a kid, so that's what I used!"

The figure slowly fell down with a movement, and the shadow of the sword flew.

In the clear moonlight, the bright peach blossoms are brought down by bursts of sword energy, the little peach blossoms, the handsome man, the blurred eyes, and the smooth chest that is revealed, Leng Moxi looked at it I was stunned, can I really be worthy of such a person?
It's not that she is inferior, but that she is very rational. Originally, he was just the third young master of an unfavored magistrate's family, a little scholar, but now, he is a top expert. His, such advanced martial arts, is not a Chinese cabbage on the side of the road, which can be given away casually. Mo Ziqian didn't know it, but she could guess that all of this must be related to his life experience, and what's more, the secret behind him The power must not be low.

How could a person with high status, handsome appearance, strong martial arts, and extraordinary literary talent fall in love with her, a woman who has nothing but good martial arts?
"Did you enjoy watching it?"

Mo Ziqian sat slumped under the peach tree, panting heavily. Seeing that Leng Moxi was still looking at him fixedly, he asked with a teasing smile.

"Fortunately!"

After thinking clearly about the gap between the two, Leng Moxi put away his heart that was still rippling just now. "Let me show you what sword dancing is. What you did just now was purely in a bad mood, and you vented your anger on the branches!"

Picking up the branch that Mo Ziqian threw on the ground, there was still a trace of residual warmth on it, a sword flower, a straight figure, fluttering hair, fluttering robes, a confident smile, and lips parted.

"It's too late to have fun in time, and it's too late to sing about wine. Thousands of miles and twilight mountains are overlapping with greenery, and a stream of cold water is shallow and deep. The high man is busy with drinking, and the floating world is famous for eliminating poetry. Looking at the white apple sprouts, wanting to vomit, A snow boat visit is better than a leisurely trip.”

Leng Moxi's voice followed the rhythm of her sword dance, fast and slow, high and low, ups and downs, fascinating.

At this moment, Mo Ziqian realized that his heart was completely not his!May time stay and sing to wine!
(End of this chapter)

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