Yuhua Court!
The door was closed, and the outside was surrounded by women and old men who were seeing a doctor.
They are all looking to see a doctor!
Why is it so good, it's closed
There were also three or four children blocking the door, for fear that those people would push the door down.
When the carriage arrived more than ten meters away from Yuhua Pavilion, Lang Park pulled the reins, stopped the carriage, jumped out of the carriage, and opened a path for Jing Rong in the crowd.
As soon as the two arrived at the door, Xiaotong quickly opened the door, bowed his body and welcomed him in.
That door knocked again!
"What about Moruo?" Jing Rong asked coldly.
The little boy poked his finger in the direction of the backyard, worried: "Master has been in the backyard since he came out of the palace yesterday, it will probably be..."
Before he could finish speaking, Jing Rong walked over.
In the spacious backyard, there is a strong smell of wine.
Pungent smell.
Mo Ruo was carrying a pot of wine in his hand, squinting his drunken eyes, his chin was full of stubble, his clothes were disheveled, and his hair was messy, covering half of his vicissitudes of face.
The whole person leaned lazily under the big tree in the center of the yard, surrounded by wine bottles that were swaying around.
One horizontal, one vertical!
The yard was also in a mess. The leaves were chopped down by Moruo's sword, and some potted plants were also smashed everywhere. The soil was mixed with dew, and it was very muddy when it stuck to the bluestone slab.
The little boy Ali stayed beside him and didn't dare to leave, for fear that he couldn't figure out what to do in his heart.
During this period, he tried to persuade him several times, but to no avail.
Seeing Jingrong approaching, A Li hurried up to meet him, begging anxiously: "My lord, you have to persuade Master, since I beat Miss Kong Yu yesterday..." He didn't say anything, just sighed: "Master is sad, yesterday To this day, I have been drinking, if it continues like this, it will be fine? Wangye, you must help the master!"
Tears in my eyes!
Jing Rong raised his hand and waved it gently.
A Li lifted his sleeves to dry his tears, glanced at Mo Ruo worriedly, and left.
Mo Ruo on the ground was still pouring wine into his mouth, drinking in a daze, and thinking something in his mouth...
A look of dying!
It's like being stuck in a wine jar.
Jing Rong walked in front of him and looked down at him for a long time, then squatted down, took the wine jug in his hand, and held it in his hand, neither throwing it nor drinking.
"Stop drinking."
Moruo tried his best to open his heavy eyelids, and what caught his eye was the pair of Wang Ye's boots that Jing Rong stepped on. His eyes moved up a little bit, and then he met those yin and hard eyes.
He sneered: "What else can I do besides drinking? In this world, only fine wine can't be let down."
"Morro..."
"Give me the wine."
He grabbed the jug and took a bold sip into his mouth again, and the wine flowed down his mouth to his neck and collar.
He looked at the wine jug dizzily again, and said with a miserable smile: "With fine wine in hand, three points are poison and seven points are tears. This is not wrong at all."
"I said, don't drink it." Jing Rong took the jug from his hand.
"Give me!"
He was about to snatch it again, but Jingrong hid the wine behind him, put the other hand on his shoulder, and said solemnly, "If you drink to death, I won't stop you, but don't die in front of me."
"I'm not you!"
Moruo let out a low growl and pushed him away, propping up the tree stump on his back with his elbows, and stood up staggeringly.
His feet were soft and weak, he fell back, and his back slammed into the bark mottled tree.
He looked slightly drunk, waved his wide sleeves, and looked at Jing Rong with a sneer: "Since she was young, she has only had you in her heart, and she has never looked at me directly. You can pretend that nothing happened, but I can't, Jing Rong, are you really not sad at all? Are you really a stone?"
He was hoarse!
But Jingrong was still calm, clenching his teeth, and did not speak.
Mo Ruo's eyes filled with tears: "Why? What did she do wrong? Why should you involve her in the battle between your royal families?"
growled, almost collapsed.
As soon as he finished speaking, when he lifted his foot, a pot of flowers beside him was kicked to the ground.
boom-
Crushed to pieces.
Jing Rong threw the jug she took from her hand to the ground, and said coldly, "Since the incident has already happened, there is no way to undo it, Moruo, Kong Yu doesn't want to see you like this."
"Jingrong, Jingrong, why are you not sad at all?"
"… "
"We grew up together since we were young!"
"She's dead."
"asshole!"
After speaking, Mo Ruo squeezed his fist and hit Jing Rong's left face, but when he was drunk, his fist was not strong, and he was immediately blocked by Jing Rong, and he pressed him against the big tree behind him with his backhand.
"Do you think I'm not sad? But at this time, I can't help being sad."
"… "
"Mo Ruo, today, I have been forced to take a road that I don't want to take. The road is very long, and there is no time for me to feel sad. The person I'm most sorry for in my life is Kong Yu, I promise. , I will make the person who caused all this pay the price he deserves."
His tone was fierce and murderous.
Mo Ruo is also in this speech, and the wine is completely clear!
After a while, Jing Rong released him.
Mo Ruoyin endured the unpleasantness in his heart, and smiled frantically with his head bowed, his body also lost weight, and his back was against the tree and gradually slid down and sat down.
Putting one hand on his bent knee, he raised his head and laughed a few times.
He said: "It's all chess pieces, and it's all chess pieces' fault."
Yes!
In this party dispute, Kong Yu is indeed a chess piece. If not, she would not have to replace Jing Xuan and be named a princess, let alone replace Ji Muqing to marry the prince.
So-
She won't die either!
Jing Rong's eyebrows were like needles, raised high, and his eyes narrowed with a focus.
Said: "The best way to not want to be a chess piece is to be the one who throws the chess piece. I should have understood this truth earlier."
Mo Ruo raised his eyes: "Jing Rong, can you promise me that you will not become the next Jing Yi?"
He clenched his fists tightly: "I promise you."
After a while, Mo Ruo's mood also calmed down, her tone was light, and she said to Jing Rong, "Before Kong Yu died, I saw Ji Yunshu."
Hearing this, Jing Rong was startled!
He opened his eyes and asked, "What did they say?"
Moro shook his head.
He continued: "On the day Old General Li left the capital, she also went to see him outside the city. If you want to know the answer, go to her."
Jing Rong's heart was uncertain.
Moruo slowly lowered her head and said vaguely, "Jingrong, no matter what she is hiding from you, you must believe her."
In the end, Jing Rong left.
As for Moruo, she sat on the cold ground for a long time...