Chapter 36 Shura Field
Su Luo's face was slightly stunned.
Does she dare to answer this question?
"Where is the bow and arrow that I asked you to improve?" Mo Jin rubbed the back of her neck, his voice dangerous and low, with an inhuman indifference, yet very bewitching.
"The bow and arrow are too big, so I disassembled it into parts and put them in the food box. Now let the prince see it?"
Su Luo thought of something serious and drew a few circles on his chest with her fingertips. "If the bow and arrow are qualified, could you let me have some of the orders from your barracks through your fingers?"
Mo Jin was in charge of hundreds of thousands of soldiers. In addition to castings by the Ministry of Works and the Imperial Household Department, he would also select private iron shops to cooperate in producing some difficult items that neither the Imperial Household Department nor the Ministry of Works could make.
That's a piece of poor fat.
"Do you really want to make money from me?"
Mo Jin increased his strength, causing Su Luo to feel some pain on the back of her neck. She froze in place, rubbing her chin against his wrist.
"I simply wish to live a more respectable life, earning my own living, without relying on the prince or the marquis's mansion. Besides, I'm not asking the prince for backdoor access; I'm asking him to give the Su family's blacksmith shop a chance."
When she said this, her voice was soft and obedient, with a hint of pleading.
Like water, it melts people's hearts.
Mo Jin raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes as still as a thousand-year-old ice pond, and asked, "Do you know martial arts?"
"No..." Su Luo shook her head obediently.
"Really?" Mo Jin pushed Su Luo's shoulder slightly and pushed her down from the tree!
"!!!" The tree was about ten feet high! Su Luo, who fell directly, got goose bumps all over her body!
Was Mo Jin testing her ability to perform Qinggong? Had she been exposed?
If she didn't use Qinggong and Mo Jin didn't save her, she would have fallen to her death! What should she do? What should she do!
Take a gamble.
Su Luo was trembling all over, her face pale, and when she was about to fall to the ground——
A figure in a light blue robe flew over and caught her steadily.
Mo Jin, who was about to jump down, simply changed his sitting position and hung his long legs in the air.
Su Luo withdrew her hand that was about to demonstrate her lightness skill, and fell into the coldness with a slightly cold fragrance of the strange man.
She was pushed down from a height of ten feet without any preparation. If she made a mistake, she would be smashed into a pulp!
Mo Jin...
How could Mo Jin treat her like this?
Even if it was to test her martial arts, there was no need to use such a cruel move.
Su Luo's face showed the thrill of surviving a disaster. There was a haze in her eyes. She looked up with red eyes, but saw a stranger.
It wasn't Mo Jin who saved her.
It’s... Wen Zixi.
Wen Zixi was once the tutor of his elder brother and the prince and princess. She wore a dress as smooth and soft as water.
She wore a soft light blue double-breasted gown, a white jade tassel hanging from her waist, and her black hair was half-tied and half-draped with a white ribbon. She looked very ethereal, and her whole body was as gentle as orchid, calm and elegant.
When Su Luo went to pick up her brother from school, she secretly looked at him from behind the door.
I also once secretly hid behind a pillar and sat in on his classes.
Wen Zixi probably had no impression of her. The two of them had never really spoken to each other. Whenever they met, he would just follow his brother's polite way of calling her "Madam Taifu". Wen Zixi would just nod slightly politely, and then the two of them would pass by each other.
"Thank you, Master Taifu." As usual, Su Luo took two steps back and bowed to greet him.
"How did the Crown Princess fall from the tree?"
Wen Zixi's eyes were gentle, and there was a faint smile on her thin lips, giving people the fairy-like and alienated feeling of the snow-capped mountains. People dared not to blaspheme, or even look up at her. They could only lower their heads like a deer, hiding the faint throbbing of their youth.
Everyone has a white moonlight.
Of course Su Luo didn't leave either.
This scene was naturally seen by Mo Jin on the tree.
Whatever she said about liking him was fake. She was afraid that the little girl liked this guy.
He likes her but doesn't approach her. Instead, he approaches her. It seems that this little liar has a clear mind.
Like him, he puts profit above all else and knows what can and cannot be done.
Mo Jin crushed a branch and smiled coldly.
Su Luo lowered her eyes and said respectfully, "When my father and brother were alive, they often picked this kind of fruit for me. After my brother died, no one picked it for me anymore, so I wanted to pick it myself and try it."
Wen Zixi's eyes were elegant. He looked at the girl standing obediently in front of him and said softly, "Wait."
Su Luo was slightly startled, and saw him fly up to the tree branch without getting his clothes dirty, pick a bunch of jujubes for her, and hand it to her.
The man's nails were clean and neat, with a smooth and shiny look, just like him. Standing in the light, he looked gentle and elegant, yet also had a carefree and carefree attitude.
"Thank you, Master." She didn't dare to look at him and turned away.
Wen Zixi's handsome eyebrows frowned slightly.
A year ago, the person in front of me was still dressed as a young girl, her father and brother were still alive, and she had no worries about food and clothing. She was wearing fine clothes, riding a horse, playing with butterflies and picking flowers in the forest.
A year later, she had a slightly mature bun, and her demeanor had lost its childishness and become more calm, with some of the unique mature
The careful calculation of one's time...
"The Crown Princess."
Su Luo heard it, but did not stop. She knew that Mo Jin was watching nearby.
Looking at the hairpin she dropped on the ground, Wen Zixi bent down to pick it up and wiped off the dust on it: "Okay..."
Then put it into his sleeve.
Su Luo walked for a long time, and when she came to a deserted place, she saw Qingya and Qingxue carrying an opened food box, while Mo Jin was sitting on the ground, playing with the bow and arrow she had improved.
"Are you going to deliver the token of love?" Mo Jin assembled the scattered parts into a bow and arrow and aimed at Su Luo's white bald head.
How dare he mention it?
How can he have the nerve!
If it weren't for Master Wen, she would have fallen to her death.
This time she was not pretending, but was truly sad. Her heart suddenly felt sour. Su Luo clenched her teeth, suppressed the urge to cry, turned around and left.
Reason told her madly that he was the support she wanted to rely on, and she couldn't ignore Mo Jin's attitude.
But, Su Luo would really be furious.
She flattered and fawned over Mo Jin in every way, giving so much and spending so much emotion, but in return he pushed her to death to test her martial arts.
Mo Jin played with his bow and arrow, aiming at the swaying pearls beside Su Luo's ears: "Go away, you don't have to come back once you go away."
Su Luo strode away with a shudder in her body, tears streaming down her face.
She held back her tears, wiped her face fiercely with her sleeve, and said with a raised lip: "Okay."
Suddenly, a dark storm swept across Mo Jin's eyes, and he drew his arrow and put the bowstring on it!
"Swish!" It shot out and hit the ground in front of Su Luo.
If she dared to take another step forward, her toes would pierce a bloody hole.
Su Luo felt a chill creep up her back, and only then did she vaguely realize what a dangerous man she had provoked.
She stood there trembling, only to hear the person behind her say coldly: "Go, why don't you leave?"
Su Luo took a tentative half step forward, and three sharp arrows shot in front of her.
"Su Luo." Mo Jin waved his hand, dismissing Qing Xue and Qing Ya, and ordered, "Come here."
Su Luo endured the humiliation, closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, there was obedience in her eyes, her eyelashes still wet with tears. She walked over and knelt in front of Mo Jin.
"You lied to me." Mo Jin's slender, cold white palm, like a cold snake, climbed up Su Luo's neck and rubbed her again and again.
He pinched her, increasing the strength until Su Luo's pretty face turned pale and she looked at him tremblingly with tears in her eyes. Mo Jin sneered and spat out six words, "You don't like this king."
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