On weekdays, Moruo seems to be addicted to the madness of money.
but-
He is sober
It seems that since he asked Ji Yunshu to agree to that condition, he has already prepared for the plan.
Jing Xian smiled: "Although that Mr. Ji is smart, some things are not omnipotent. Whether he can leave the palace or not is really unknown."
Weak tone!
Moruo reached out and patted his shoulder and said, "I will leave the palace."
Very firm!
Over the years, Moruo has said this to him countless times.
puff-
A pigeon suddenly flew to the window.
There were some scattered rice grains in front of the window, and the pigeons paced, bowing their heads and starting to peck.
Mo Ruo's eyes lit up, got up and walked over, picked up some rice grains, and threw them on the windowsill, with a "tsk tsk tsk" in his mouth.
Play with the pigeons.
The pigeon was not afraid of people, and continued to lower its head to peck hard.
"Have you raised this pigeon for many years?" Moruo said.
Jing Xian gave a "en": "Yeah, after raising him for three or four years, when I first came, I was always afraid of strangers, but now, I am familiar with him, and I am not afraid anymore. I'm close and close."
With a smile on your face!
Mo Ruo glanced back at him, feeling sleepy: "You said that you are in the deep palace, and it is not good to raise something, why do you like to raise a pigeon? If one day it flies away and doesn't come back, won't you be saddened to death? "
"It's okay to fly away, it means it doesn't like this cage either!"
What logic is this!
However, Mo Ruo understood what he meant. He knew that Jing Xian was a bird with broken wings, unable to fly into the blue sky or outside the palace.
So, probably just want to raise a pigeon, comfort it.
Complementary!
After teasing the pigeon for a while, the two chatted for a while.
Mo Ruo took Jing Xian's pulse and nodded: "Well, it's better than before. I must continue to drink the medicine I prescribed, and the medicine from the Tai Hospital must not be touched."
"Yep!"
"The weather in the past few days is also unstable. It will rain for a while and clear for a while. Don't catch a cold. That's the most important thing."
"Yep!"
Very cute.
And when Moruo left, Jing Xian suddenly called Fulu and ordered, "Go and bring my warm wine."
"Yes."
Fu Lu bowed and immediately took the wine.
He handed it to Mo Ruo, and said, "This is what the lord specially prepared for you, Young Master Mo. It's the prepared peach blossom stuffed. It's already warmed up."
The faint aroma of wine flowed out from the wooden hawthorn mouth and rushed into the tip of the nose, making Mo Ruo full of joy.
Eyes are lit.
He took it over, opened the lid of the wine bottle, and took a sip immediately.
The whole person suddenly became more energetic, his eyes narrowed, his expression bloomed like a flower.
He couldn't help but praise: "Good wine, really good wine. In this world, the only person who can make this kind of wine is you. Only you can make wine, which is the most suitable for me."
When Jingxian saw that he liked it, he was also happy.
Looking at the sky outside, he said, "Next time you come, I'll prepare a few more pots. It's getting late, so hurry up and leave the palace."
"Okay, I'll see you again in a few days."
Come over for a drink!
Moruo took the wine and left the Hall of Colleagues happily.
After Moruo left, Jing Xian asked Fu Lu to step back, he got up from the rocking chair with difficulty, walked to the window with weak steps,
Looking at the pigeon still pecking rice, he stretched out his slender fingers and gently stroked the pigeon's feathers.
The corner of his mouth lifted slightly and said, "Pigeon, pigeon, thanks to you all these years."
The pigeon responded with a "Jie" sound.
Fluttering his wings, he flew away immediately, and soon disappeared from his sight.
He turned back to the rocking chair and looked down at the piece of paper that had been burned to ashes in the stove.
The powerless palms clenched tightly.
The originally warm eyes also instantly reflected a cold light that penetrated people.
"Mom, soon, soon!"
…
Mo Ruo left from Tongren Hall, originally going to the South Gate, but halfway, he stopped, changed direction, and headed towards Zhaoxian Hall.
Originally, as a person outside the palace, Mo Ruo could not enter the palace casually, or go in and out of the harem casually.
But who let his dead father used to be the imperial doctor in the palace, and he was very artistic. When he left the palace in middle age, it was a special gift from the emperor. The Mo family could enter the palace at any time without any token.
This benefit, Mo Ruo naturally got involved.
When he arrived at the Hall of Zhaoxian, the eunuch led him in and brought a pot of good tea, but he pushed it aside and started drinking the pot of peach blossom brew that Jing Xian had warmed for him.
Fragrant!
"Young Master Mo, wait a moment, Princess Huiwen went to Princess Jingxuan's place, and she'll be back in a while." The eunuch said in a kind voice.
After all, if Mo Ruo is a genius doctor, if he gets sick somewhere, he still expects him to save him! ,
It's pretty beautiful to think about.
Mo Ruo is not in a hurry, just wait, he simply waited in the hall while drinking.
I don't know how long it took, so I leaned on the pear flower chair and squinted.
When he woke up in a daze, it was already half an hour later.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Kong Yu sitting not far away, holding a spoon in his hand, stirring gently into the bowl.
"Wake up? Why do you drink like this?"
Kong Yu's voice was as good as ever.
Moruo sat up straight, pressed his temple with his hand, frowned and asked, "How long have I slept?"
"Not long, only half an hour."
Kong Yu came over with the bowl of sober soup, handed it to him, and said, "Sober up quickly, otherwise, I'll have someone carry you out of the palace."
Moruo took it and started drinking without blinking.
Kong Yu said: "You are really, why did you start drinking with a few jugs of wine? You are not afraid of causing trouble. This is the imperial palace, not your Yuhua Pavilion, nor your Jianghu."
Tone, with a little girl-like complaint.
A bowl of sobering soup did not seem to make Mo Ruo sober, so she raised her cumbersome eyelids and glanced at Kong Yu.
He said, "This peach blossom brew was made for me by Jing Xian. It's a pity not to finish drinking it while it's still warm."
"Oh? So, you went to see him?"
"Yep."
"Then, is King Xian's body okay? I heard from a few palace maids a few days ago that he was ill again, and the imperial doctor visited and said it was an old problem." Kong Yu sat down with a worried look. .
Mo Ruo just took a deep breath and replied: "The root of the disease that has fallen over the years must be cured slowly, and it will be cured sooner or later, but his temper is too weak and his desire to survive is not strong. "
"Out of the palace?"
Kong Yu was slightly startled, leaned in the direction of Mo Ruo, and asked, "Is it possible? The emperor ordered him not to leave the palace and build the mansion."
Interesting reminder tone.