"Ome, rain, boat, gentleman, interesting, interesting."
Another drink!
Ji Yunshu looked at him, took a breath, and asked, "Mr. Mo, can I ask a question?"
"Please."
"This wine, one more drink can relieve anxiety, how about one less?"
Yep
Interesting question!
Moruo squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then pointed his finger on his temple, and said, "One more cup to relieve anxiety, one less... I can't wake up."
He started drinking again, one sip after another.
Ji Yunshu said, "Young Master Mo has never been able to let go of one person. Alcohol can make you forget everything, but it can also remind you of everything. When you are drunk, it is easy to solve your sorrows. When you are sober, your emotions are difficult to relieve."
His voice was as warm as jade.
Mo Ruo didn't say a word, just the corner of your lips made you smile.
…
Ji Yunshu himself didn't know why the image of that year flashed in his mind.
Perhaps, she really hoped that Mo Ruo would stay drunk at that time and live in his own world forever.
And she didn't wake him up either!
She hoped that Moruo was still the young man who loved to drink.
I also hope that Tang Si is still the Tang Si who likes to be noisy.
Nothing has changed!
Tears welled up in Ji Yunshu's eyes again. She said, "Don't worry, I will take good care of your children. I also promise you that I will never let him know what happened today, and let him live without hatred."
The tone was so distressed.
Afterwards, Jing Rong took out a piece of jade pendant on his waist from his sleeve and put it into the baby's swaddling clothes.
"This is the only thing your father left, so keep it by your side."
The sleeping baby in the swaddle suddenly wriggled a few times and opened his eyes slightly.
Finally fell asleep again!
After this fierce battle, the third master was seriously injured and not as good as before. When he looked at the tombstones of his daughter and son-in-law, he burst into tears.
The pain in my heart is indescribable!
After Ji Yunshu asked someone to take it away from her arms, she comforted the third master: "third master, people can't be resurrected from the dead!"
The third master is heartbroken!
It took a long time to hold up.
He asked Ji Yunshu, "Could it be... can't we keep Mo Zhi?"
Ji Yunshu shook his head gently: "Why should a child bear this? I promised Tang Si, no matter what, I won't let him know what happened today, third master, don't worry, I also promise you that Mo Zhi will be healthy. Kang grew up, but now Hou Liao cannot live without you."
"I see!"
The third master is so helpless!
But it had to be.
After everyone leaves this hill.
Ji Yunshu threw himself into his arms, crying with tears all over his face.
Jing Rong made an "uh" sound.
Pain in the chest!
Ji Yunshu immediately left his arms, "What's wrong?"
Jing Rong touched his chest.
"You're hurt? Let me see."
Jing Rong grabbed her hand, took her into his arms, and buried his face into her delicate neck.
"I'm fine, but I was injured by thorns in the river of the dead, but the wound is no longer a serious problem."
She put her hands on his waist, exerted a little strength, and said, "No, let me see the wound."
"Yun Shu!" He was still reluctant to let go of her, instead he hugged her tighter and said, "Let me hold you like this."
At that moment, Ji Yunshu stopped pushing him and just let him hold him.
She cried with tears and trembling all over.
Jing Rong closed his eyes, enjoying the time between the two at the moment.
After a long time, he said: "You know what? When I jumped off, I was full of you, I don't know, you don't know how much I miss you, I don't know how much I'm afraid to never see you again ."
What he was most afraid of was losing Ji Yunshu.
And what Ji Yunshu was most afraid of was losing him!
one day later.
Jing Rong and Ji Yunshu returned to Beijing.
Bai Yin still stayed in Hou Liao.
With Muzar's death, Hou Liao was headless, and they all counted on the third master to lead everyone to start anew.
However, the third master was seriously injured, and the death of Moruo and Tang Si was a huge blow to him, and he was bedridden that day.
Moruo went in with the medicine and placed it beside his bed.
Did not bother!
Just when he was about to go out, the third master suddenly opened his eyes and called him.
Bai Yin took a step and sat down beside his bed.
"Third Master?"
"I have something... to tell you."
"What's up?"
The third master coughed and sat up from the bed.
His face was pale, his eyes weak and weak, and he took a while.
Bai Yin brought the medicine and said, "Drink the medicine first."
The third master took the medicine that night and put it down after drinking half of it.
This medicine is still boiled according to Moruo's prescription.
Into the throat, people a little bit of spirit.
"Take out the sign and the portrait."
Bai Yin took out the square sign and the portrait of her mother.
Hand it to him!
"Third Master? What do you want this for?"
The third master didn't speak, and took the two things with trembling hands.
When I saw it in my hand, I couldn't help but burst into tears.
A pain in my heart!
Bai Yin looked at him silently, without saying a word.
The third master looked at you for a while, then raised your eyes full of tears and said, "the matter I want with you is related to these two things."
Um
Bai Yin is unclear, "Didn't you already say everything you should say?"
"I just said half of it, and I didn't tell you the other half."
You are referring to Bai Yin and Ji Yunshu.
Could it be that there is still a universe behind this thing
Bai Yin was serious, and frowned: "What is it?"
"It's about your background!"
Uh!
Bai Yin: "..." "I originally planned to keep this secret hidden, I would rather you never know, but when I felt that I was about to die, I realized one thing, some things are impossible To avoid, let alone escape, I am afraid that if I really die, I will also take this legacy with me.
regret to go. "
"what exactly is it?"
The third master sighed for a long time.
…
Beijing!
In the imperial study.
Wei Yi sat inside quietly, his eyes even more calmly looking at the scene in front of him, he was wearing a dragon robe and a Mian on his head.
Dress up.
Like the day he ascended the throne!
He has been sitting in this position for a year!
So many unforeseen things have happened this year.
It's probably the most appropriate way to describe his year.
Now, there seems to be a chill in the empty hall, making people shiver from the cold.
A chorus lay on the table in front of him.
Immediately, he opened a book and wrote a batch of words on it, which should be the last batch of words he wrote.
At this time, outside the hall, there were many ministers kneeling!
A little eunuch ran in: "Your Majesty, Prince Rong has returned to Beijing."
He put down the pen in his hand and smiled slightly. This day has come!