It has to be said that Miss Ye'er has a soft spot for Wen Xian.
And because of her death, Wen Xian has no longer held the lamp in the house, which is also a kind of love.
Xiao Xiyue carried the lamp and circled the room.
At this time, the yard was very happy.
The Kongming lantern has risen to the point where no shadow is visible, but Jing Rong has been pondering what the woman wrote
On the roof, Mo Ruo didn't know when he came, and said to Mingyue, "How many bright moons are there, my heart is also brilliant." After speaking, he boasted again, "Well, this poem is not bad."
Ah bah, stinky shameless.
Jing Rong rolled his eyes at him, "Did you see clearly?"
"You said the words on the Kongming lantern?"
"Um."
"Saw."
"What did you write?"
Mo Ruo recalled, "It seems to be the same life and death, the same tomb."
Jing Rong was speechless, "I wrote that."
puff-
Mo Ruo almost vomited blood, and gave him a disgusting look, "You are really sour."
Others laugh at him sour, he laughs at others for not understanding love.
With a kick of his feet, he also jumped onto the roof, sat down beside Moruo, glanced at it, and said in surprise, "Where's your wine?"
"It's rare to have a good time tonight, don't drink, appreciate the moonlight."
"strange!"
"What? Haven't you been trying to persuade me not to drink? I'm not drinking today, shouldn't you be happy?"
"This king never asks anyone, you can drink if you want, but if you drink too much and die in front of this king, it will be impossible. This king will not buy a coffin for you." After she finished speaking, Jing Rong glanced at the corner of her mouth. .
His mouth is poisonous, and it is not a matter of a day or two.
So, Moruo also got used to it.
He raised his head and lay back, his whole body was like a salted fish with its belly turned upside down.
"Jingrong, don't worry, if one day I really want to die, I will definitely not die in front of you, so you don't need to buy me a coffin at all."
"Of course you won't die in front of me, because if someone else wants to kill you, I'll kill someone else first."
"Then... what if you wanted to kill me?"
It's quiet around here!
Moruo didn't know why he suddenly asked such a sentence.
Jing Rong was also stunned at the time, frowned deeply, and said seriously, "You will never become the soul of the dead under my sword."
Four eyes meet!
This is your friendship, brother.
For a moment, Moruo laughed again, put his hands behind his head, folded his legs, stared at the full moon in the sky and said, "We will never become enemies, so there will be no day when we will draw swords against each other."
If it is said, Mo Ruo is definitely one of the people who can die for Jing Rong, and Jing Rong is definitely one of the people who can die for Mo Ruo.
From the day when Jing Rong was sent out of the palace after his mother and concubine died, Mo Ruo and Kong Yu were in his childhood memories. He had long believed that they were his relatives, and that they could go through fire and water for them, even if they sacrificed their lives. , I don't think it hurts them one bit.
Soon, Tang Si's voice came in, complaining that the Kongming lantern was not called without calling her.
That voice was really tall and shrill.
When Mo Ruo heard it, he instinctively covered his ears, and said with disgust, "Whoever marries this kind of woman must be in bad luck for eight lifetimes."
But Jing Rong threw him angrily, "I hope that the unlucky person is not you."
"Of course not me, no one can be me."
Just kidding, brother would like this kind of woman? Killing him wouldn't do such a thing.
The two sat there with their backs to the yard.
One sitting and one lying down.
The picture is very strong.
If one of them wears women's clothes, the picture is even more beautiful.
the next day.
Ji Yunshu woke up early in the morning, holding a gourd and watering the flowers in the yard.
Those flowers were the seeds she sowed on the second day she moved in. Some had just sprouted and some had already bloomed.
She poured it for a while, ate breakfast, and asked Shi Zijin to prepare a carriage for a trip to Wen Xian's mansion.
But just as he entered, he saw a fierce fight.
Wen Xian and Zhao Huaizheng are fighting to the death.
One was already sick and weak, and the other was crippled with a hand and unable to cope.
Therefore, it is comparable, and has been in a state of struggle.
The two did not notice Ji Yunshu's arrival.
On the contrary, Wen Panshi, who had been watching from the sidelines, immediately greeted him.
"Xiao Shizi, why are you here?" He wondered.
"General Wen, I'm here for Young Master Wen."
"them… "
"I know, let them fight." Although she opposed violence, she did not oppose the use of force to vent.
Yes, vent!
Zhao Huai killed Lin Feng, and Wen Xian couldn't swallow this breath. He was his best friend, but he died in front of him. The feeling of watching his brother die, from Wen Xian. The moment he was locked up in prison to the present moment, his heart was torn violently.
This is also the reason why the two are moved.
So, she blocks a fart!
Hit it.
It's just that the two of them fought for a long time.
Just don't lose or win!
Seeing others worry.
After about a cup of tea, Wen Xian was already sick and finally exhausted. Zhao Huai had the upper hand, and he took advantage of the situation and put a sword around his neck.
The sword edge stabbed, and a small word was stabbed on Wen Xian's neck.
The dazzling blood spilled out little by little, and stained the silver sword edge.
"Wen Xian, Jianhe does not have long eyes, if it hurts you, I don't care."
Wen Xian glared angrily, "You can kill even Lin Feng, don't you dare to kill me?"
"You can also see the situation at that time. He did not hesitate to take the life of the little prince for his own purposes. If there is a first time, there will be a second time, so I can only do that."
"Do you have to kill people then? Lin Feng did this only to avenge his father. He didn't mean to hurt the little prince."
"This is your idea. In short, anyone who endangers the life of the little prince should be killed." Zhao Huai's tone was firm.
And this reason, no one can refute.
Wen Xian raised his chin and sneered, "Even so, he won't die."
"… "
"Either, you also killed me today, otherwise, I will definitely seek revenge for this revenge."
Zhao Huai narrowed his eyes and exhaled heavily. The next moment, he retracted his sword, inserted it back into the hilt, and solemnly said, "Wen Xian, I know that you and Lin Feng grew up together, and I also know him. His temperament is not bad, but he is impulsive because his father's revenge has not been avenged. However, he can do everything for his own purpose. One day in the future, he will also desperately want the life of the little prince, and even the lives of all of us. , for this reason alone, I can't keep him."
It's so righteous!
Wen Xian did not understand his so-called means and methods, nor could he understand.
He still sneered and threw the sword in his hand to the ground.
There was a sound of metal bashing.