This man is none other than Prince Jingyu’s old acquaintance and close friend of Prince Tingyu—Mo Xiao! When the raging fire swept through the Jingyu Mansion last night, he was rushing to the south gate non-stop. However, everything happened too suddenly. Prince Jingyu was hit by more than ten arrows and could not fall down. He used his last breath to shout out: "Leave me alone, you... leave quickly..." Before he could finish his words, a black figure raised a big knife and chopped off his head!
"Your Majesty..."
He roared and rushed forward with all his strength, but facing tens of thousands of moon troops, his own strength alone was of no avail! The situation was over and there was no way to save the day. He should have sacrificed his life for righteousness and died on the battlefield, but remembering Master Jiaoyu who was drifting away, he endured the humiliation and shouldered the burden, so he turned around and opened a bloody road...
Taking advantage of the vast darkness of night, with bloodstains all over his body, he walked through a piece of lush green reeds in despair, and hesitated beside the stream under the Wuyi Bridge. Gazing at the bridge, he seemed to see Mr. Tingyu in brocade and silk clothes: He still It looks like the old days, with the same facial features as before, as quiet as the bright moon and the stars...
There were too many beautiful memories left under the Wuyi Bridge, but unfortunately, he could no longer hear the laughter of the past:
"Sir, why are you here?"
"I haven't seen you for a long time and I miss you so much, so I came to wait for you in advance!"
"Oops, I kept Brother Mo Xiao waiting for a long time!"
"Haha, it will be great if the young master comes back!"
"Sir, sit still, let's sail the boat..."
"Okay, brother Mo Xiao, let's go..."
On the green water, a small boat floated quietly across the water. The boat floated leisurely on the water, like a jade mansion!
He really wanted to stand by the water like this, with the moonlight as his friend and the breeze as his companion, waiting for him to come back!
"Sir, are you okay? From now on, my name, Mo Xiao, will no longer be on the monument of life and death, and there will be no trace of me, Mo Xiao, in this world!"
He said sadly, then reached into his pocket and took out a brown cloth bag, which contained a piece of light yellow malt cake and a piece of white brocade silk. A faint fragrance of wheat hit his nostrils. It was the dry food he had stored yesterday, and a piece of brocade silk. On the silk, there is a word "福" written by the monarch of the Moon Kingdom. This is a handed down token given to him by Prince Jiaoyu, symbolizing a lifetime of good luck, wealth...
He looked far into the distance and saw floating vegetation, dim and unclear, clouds floating on the thin water surface, the night was like frost, the moon covered the gauze, reflecting his thin face, and also reflected the tears in the corners of his eyes...
"There are thousands of hatreds in the past and present. They can only bear parting and separation, joys and sorrows. They cannot be carried, and there are thousands of tears..."
Under the cool moonlight in the middle of the night, he bit his finger, leaving stains of his blood on the snow-white brocade silk...
The luxuriant flowers were covered with a light layer of white frost by the moonlight, and scattered when the wind blew...
He looked at the moonlight falling on the brocade silk and smiled brightly. The long sword in his hand stood proudly, as cold as frost. The sword was with the person, and the sword was dead. Facing the bright moonlight, he drew his sword and danced: "The night is dim, the remaining people are dead." The dream is still young, the road is long and desolate, wandering in life and laughing at the bright moon, thousands of sorrows are gone with the light of a sword..."
In a trance, a golden light flashed across his chest, shining like a star. The sword stood among the boulders and was piercing the brocade silk. He fell beside the stream...
The sky was slightly bright, the wind blew by, and rolled up the snow-white brocade silk, only to see two lines of small characters written on it: There are thousands of floating worlds, and my body is like floating catkins. Fortunately, you know me, so I will follow you in life and death. Today, the palace has suffered misfortune. I feel so guilty that I can only die to show my loyalty. My words are long and short, but my words are my oath. My son, I express my condolences and I will see you in the next life - Mo Xiao!
"Painting with a long sword on the riverbank, writing with the bright moon, the time is perfect, the years last but a moment, the love between children is like an epiphyllum, they can't escape forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes, they can't be forgotten, with a startled look, they roll up the curtains alone and look at the time of the cold stars. ....."
