"Jingrong, I didn't lose to you, but to this book."
What Wei Yi holds in his hand is "Sun Tzu's Art of War"!
Jing Rong's eyes tightened a little.
Immediately, Wei Yi waved his hand and threw the book into the stove not far away.
There was a splash of sparks.
The dry paper caught fire and burned away little by little.
Soon to ashes.
Then, Wei Yi raised his hand, clasped the crown above his head, and took it off.
As soon as his hand was released, Mian Yan fell to the ground.
"Bang!" A sound.
After Mian Hao fell to the ground, the beads on it were scattered all over the place.
One by one rolled around.
Such as soldiers attacking the city.
He walked towards Jing Rong step by step, with a smile on his lips, he said fiercely, "Jing Rong, the one who won in the end is actually me."
After he finished speaking, he threw his sleeves hard and walked out of the imperial study.
A dragon robe looks very dazzling.
Also very ironic.
He pushed himself to this point with his own hands.
There is no turning back.
"Squeak!"
He opened the door, and light poured in relentlessly from the outside.
This day is here!
Jing Rong still stood there, looking at the beads on the ground, one of which gradually rolled to his feet.
Soon-
Outside, there was the voice of Commander Xiao reading the edict.
echoed for a long time.
…
A temple with a lot of incense outside the capital.
People come here every day.
Now that it is noon, the monks in the temple rang a few bells, which echoed in the temple, slowly swayed, and spread among the mountains and forests, startling a few birds.
After the bird flapped its wings a few times, it flew into the forest again.
disappeared.
Ji Yunshu was sitting in the carriage going up the mountain, raising the curtain to look out, listening to the bells echoing in the mountains and forests.
It's hard to shake off the haunting in my heart for a long time.
"Wow~"
From the carriage came the cry of a baby.
She immediately hugged Mo Zhi.
He was probably frightened by the sound of the bell.
That little body is very light.
Fragile like a flower.
Ji Yunshu hugged him, patted and coaxed gently.
After a while, Mo Zhi finally stopped crying, opened her small eyes and looked at her, her little hands in her mouth, very cute and interesting.
Ji Yunshu's eyes were full of admiration, and he gently scratched his nose with his index finger.
"Little guy, why are you looking at me like this?"
Mo Zhi still looked at her, biting his own hand and biting very fascinated.
After a while, Lang Bo shouted from outside: "Miss Ji, here we are."
She responded and hugged Mo Zhi down.
At the entrance of the temple, three monks were already waiting there.
The host is in the front, and the two little monks are in the back.
"Amitabha." The host had a gray beard and a kind face.
Ji Yunshu nodded lightly at him.
"I know that the donor should be here at this time, so I'm waiting here."
"I really have abbot Lao."
"Please come in."
Ji Yunshu asked Lang Bo to follow him in, while the rest of the guards stayed outside.
Entering the temple, the smell of incense sticks came to the nostrils.
It doesn't feel pungent, on the contrary, it makes people feel very peaceful, plus the sound of wooden fish echoing in the temple, it knocks all the heaviness in people's hearts one by one.
The host led Ji Yunshu into a meditation room.
Both Xiao Seng and Lang Bo were waiting outside.
As soon as she entered, the host looked at the baby in her arms and held out "Amitabha" again.
"Is this the purpose of the donor's trip?"
Ji Yunshu nodded lightly and said, "Exactly."
"What is your name?"
"I don't know."
The host nodded: "It's a good name."
Ji Yunshu immediately took out the jade pendant left by Mo Ruo from the swaddling clothes and handed it to the host, saying, "This jade pendant was left to him by his father. I hope the abbot will give it to him when the child grows up in your name. ."
The host took it and looked at it in his hand. He understood in his heart, but asked again, "Is it just that the donor has really made a decision?"
This question brought tears to Ji Yunshu's eyes. She looked at Moruo, the little guy was still staring at her.
Those eyes really look like Tang Si.
Although she couldn't bear it in her heart, she had to do what she promised Tang Si.
"I hope this child can grow up healthy and without any hatred and grief. This is probably the only way I can think of. Please also ask the abbot to fulfill him." She choked up.
"Since the donor has made a decision, Lao Na will take good care of this child."
"Thank you."
She gave the child to the abbot.
The abbot hugged Mo Zhi, and seemed to have a relationship with him, and at first glance he felt very cordial.
Can-
The host frowned slightly again and said, "Although this child has a root of wisdom, I am afraid that there will be many disasters and difficulties.
sighed.
Ji Yunshu suddenly knelt down, kowtowed, and said, "Anyway, please."
"Master, get up."
"If one day in the future, he asks who his parents are, and ask the abbot to just say that he is an orphan."
"Old Na understands, benefactor get up."
Ji Yunshu got up from the ground.
But tearful.
She looked at Mo Zhi, and her heart was very painful.
But no matter what, she couldn't keep Mo Zhi by her side.
He couldn't let this kid know all this.
I just want him to be alive and well.
Just as Ji Yunshu was going out, Mo Zhi suddenly burst into tears.
crying loudly.
As if she knew she was leaving.
Ji Yunshu's hand that opened the door stopped, looked back, and in the end he couldn't bear to turn back, and took Moruo into his arms.
hold tightly.
Moro didn't cry anymore.
Still eating his hands and looking at her.
Ji Yunshu's tears fell on his little face.
She said: "Mozhi, when you grow up, you can't set foot in the court no matter what, let alone have any connection with the royal family."
Mo Zhi couldn't understand.
The abbot said, "If the donor has made a decision, don't stop."
She pursed her lips, and in the end still hugged Mo Zhi to the abbot.
Left without looking back!
The baby's cry gradually began to sound again.
Echoes in that meditation room.
Very bright!
Just a little while after Ji Yunshu left, a monk walked in, looked at the baby in the abbot's arms, and said, "Master, leave this child to me, I must be hungry."
The abbot looked at Mo Zhi and said, "Mo Zhi Mo Zhi... From now on, let's call him Xuan Zhi."
"Yes!"
The abbot gave the child to the little monk.
"Amitabha!"
Ji Yunshu endured the pain and left the temple and got into the carriage.
Lang Bo rode beside the carriage and said to the inside, "Miss Ji, don't feel bad."
Ji Yunshu sat inside with tears in his eyes!
A pair of hands tightly intertwined.
a long time-
She just replied to the outside of the carriage: "Or this is the only thing I did right."…