After Lang Bo left—
Jing Rong let out a long sigh, walked out of the house, and stood under the eaves.
Some red lanterns were hung outside, and the light reflected on his side face with clear water chestnuts, which seemed to be gradually polished and rounded.
It's a little less hard and cold, and a little more lazy.
Sudden-
He looked up and asked in the direction of the roof, "How long have you been here?"
Moruo sat lazily half-leaning on the roof, with one hand propped up on the low platform in the corner of Yujiao next to him, and the other holding a pot of wine.
Hearing the question from the person below, he curled his lips into a smile and poured a sip of wine into his mouth.
He said slowly, "It's been there since you said the emperor's decree."
Therefore, Lang Bo said that he could not find Wei Yi, he also heard.
Jing Rong's eyes deepened and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Moro sighed.
"There are people up and down the Hou Mansion, and it's very noisy. You are the only one who is quiet, so come and avoid it."
Speechless!
Jing Rong didn't ask any more questions.
However, Mo Ruo was very happy to drink, raised the jug in his hand, and asked below, "The fine old wine, from the Hou's mansion, do you want to take a sip, it's beautiful."
"You stole it."
"How can it be said to be stealing? Wine is paired with idlers for the purpose of taking, not stealing. Your wording is wrong."
"Strong words make sense."
"Improve the truth? I don't like this word. What I say is the philosophy of the ancients, and every word is fine."
Jing Rong's lips curled into a smile, although he couldn't see the righteous look of the man on the roof, but he could imagine that it must be funny and cute.
Helplessly shook his head, ignoring it.
a long time-
After Moruo finished drinking, he put the jug to his hand. The roof tiles were folded up, which was not flat. As soon as the water-blue wine bottle was released, it rolled off the tiles on the roof with a few bangs.
It looked like it was about to hit the ground.
But Jing Rong reached out his hand to pick it up, then weighed it a few times in his hand, and then gently placed it on the ground.
All I could hear was a squeak of laughter from above.
"interesting!"
Have fun with your sister!
Jing Rong really wanted to throw the wine bottle up and smash the drunkard to death.
But thinking about it, I resisted the urge.
Unexpectedly, there was another voice from above, "It's really embarrassing."
So, he laughed again.
Jing Rong still endured it, and was not in the mood to mess with him. Otherwise, the drunkard above would have become a compressed biscuit at this moment.
I don't know how long it took before Moruo's laughter stopped. After a moment of silence, he lay directly on the roof like a puddle of mud. He thought he was asleep, but he made a sound in a daze. , said; "If something happened to Wei Yi, how would you explain it to Mr. Ji? After all, he was involved because of the previous fight between you and King Yi."
Uh!
Jing Rong's face sank, but he didn't expect him to suddenly say such a thing.
For a long time, he did not respond, but stood quietly under the eaves, his deep and dark eyes staring at the crumbling lantern in the distance.
Him and Moro.
One is on!
One is down!
A drowsiness!
A silence!
The next morning, the carriage was ready and ready to go.
It's just that Lord Kang didn't come to see him off. He was probably still reading the blood-stained notebook in the room.
The old butler in the house was a careful person, and he added a lot of things to the carriage, including food and drink.
"Be careful on the road, lord." He leaned over and saluted.
Jing Rong: "There are so many things happening in the mansion, I'm afraid Lord Hou can't digest it for a while, you have to take care of it more."
"Yes, my lord, don't worry."
Jing Rong nodded and got into the carriage.
Move forward slowly!
The chariot and horse team left Jingzhou City and traveled for a while on the mountain road, which was bumpy and bumpy.
Jing Rong took Ji Yunshu into her arms and hugged her tightly, for fear that she would be unstable and hit the car wall.
When the carriage gradually stabilized, Jing Rong put her two fingers together and opened the curtain to see that she had passed through the forest just now and entered the official road.
"According to the current itinerary, you can reach the foot of Liangshan in three days."
It is not far from the capital.
Ji Yunshu opened the curtain on the other side and looked back.
When Lang Bo saw this, he rode his horse and asked, "Mr. Ji, what are your orders?"
"Wen Xian and Zhao Huaike are still following?"
"Always behind, but not close."
She gave a "um" and stuck her head back without saying anything.
The team of carriages and horses traveled on the official road for another day, and they were about to reach the foot of Liangshan outside the capital, but the sky was not beautiful, and it was pouring rain. The sky is like opening a big hole, and the thunder is coming with the wind and rain, and it is getting more and more crazy...
After only a moment, the originally clear sky was shrouded in dense clouds.
Dark and gloomy.
In this situation, it's hard to move!
Fortunately, there is Guang'an Temple nearby, located in the mountains. Although it is not well-known, the incense is still at its peak.
Jingrong ordered to go to the temple first to take shelter from the rain, and wait until the rain stopped before leaving.
A group of people arrived in the rain, but the gate of the temple was closed.
The plaque of Guang'an Temple is simply a piece of lacquered wood with the words "Guang'an Temple" stamped on it, which is very simple.
Lang Bo dismounted and knocked on the door.
After a long time, the mahogany door slowly opened, but only one crack opened, and a little monk's dark eyes peeked out from it. The long sword in his hand was stunned for a moment, and the crack of the door closed again.
"Who is the donor?"
"Don't be afraid, little monk. We passed by here. It was raining heavily outside. We wanted to enter the temple to avoid the rain, and then leave when the rain stopped."
"This..." The little monk has no right to call the shots. "Wait, the little monk will inform the abbot."
After speaking, he quickly closed the door.
Lang Bo was puzzled, and said to the guard beside him, "Don't you say that the masters of the temple are all Bodhisattvas? It's raining so hard outside, we should immediately open the door and let us in, why do we still need to ask for instructions? If this is on the battlefield , the enemy is chasing, we withdraw our troops and return to the city, do we need the consent of the city owner to open the door? If so, we are all dead."
Big brother, far away.
The guard smiled, put his hand on his shoulder, and said, "I think the little monk was scared by you."
"I don't look like I want to eat people."
"Guard Lang, you should really look in the mirror."
After the two talked for a while, the door finally opened, and the little monk opened the door directly before.
He put his hands together, "Amitabha, the abbot said, my family is suffering and blessed, and I also invited all the donors to enter the temple to avoid the rain. The rain will not stop for a while, so I arranged a few meditation rooms for the donors to live in. One night."
Your abbot is so nice!
Lang Bo held his sword and fist in both hands, "Thank you, little monk." gfbmmjD6vtLSaDjNAMr7x+cAJfrxmldLwH/ZzyO8z5GisJlPbdeDIGJfyq9N6ALntkPrNLIFSkmT6M4KHQWJrA==
"Amitabha."