Not difficult
Jing Xian was curious and very interested, and immediately poured himself a cup of tea.
He held the teacup and gently fanned it a few times, the tea fragrance was refreshing, and he took a sip into his mouth.
Wait for Mo Ruo to follow!
But the boy was not in a hurry to speak, but took iron tongs, picked up a piece of black charcoal and threw it into the stove, the black charcoal smashed lightly, splashing sparks, he used the iron tongs to flip while saying, " In a few months, winter is coming. I don’t know when the first snow of this year will be? Is it the same as in previous years? Or delayed? Why don’t you guess and see if you can guess accurately.
"You don't mean to drink wine."
"It's really disappointing, I'll let you guess, you can guess, and you won't lose a piece of meat."
Jing Xian was ashamed.
He wasn't too bored to guess the snow days.
But Mo Que smiled, put the iron pliers aside, let out a breath, with a faint smile on his lips, looked at Jing Xian, who was pale, and straightened, "Originally, Jing Rong may be this way. He won't be able to go back to Beijing in his life, but he still came back. This is his life, and it should be like this. No one can stop him. I believe that he will be able to seize the opportunity before Yi Wang and solve the dry well case, which is like... every winter solstice, it is destined to fall, but the time is uncertain, and he is destined to win, but how to win is uncertain."
The alcoholic spit philosophy in his mouth!
but-
Jing Xian smiled, "When did you start believing in fate?"
"It's not about believing in destiny, it's people who believe in destiny."
"The person in your life?"
He nodded, "Have you forgotten that the Mr. Ji next to Jingrong is the one in his life."
The implication is that with her here, Jing Rong will definitely win.
This is a kind of trust!
Jing Xian was silent, as if he was pondering what Mo Ruo said. After a while, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. In an instant, he was blocked by the teacup brought to his mouth. It was almost invisible. He took a sip, only to feel that the tea was a little warm, but without the slightest taste, his Adam's apple rolled, and he pursed his lips hard before gently putting down the teacup.
"Party fight, party fight... What if the fight is won?"
Yes!
What if you win the fight
Mo Ruo heard the words, heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "In the end, you are the most leisurely. You can read books and write here all day long, and when you are bored, you can also tease the beautiful pigeons that you have raised. It's better than that. It's comfortable to hover in the middle of the party fight, so it's not a bad thing."
"Yeah! At least here, there are no disputes, and there is no ambition of Chaozuna. Although it is a little colder, it is better than fighting for something that does not belong to oneself at all."
Although there was a trace of desolation on his face, there was an indomitable ease in his eyes.
However-
Mo Ruo said something in his words, "When the snipe and mussel compete, the fisherman wins."
Uh!
Jing Xian's eyes deepened and he opened his lips, "You and I have known each other for ten or twenty years. If you have something to say, you may as well speak directly."
See through him!
Moruo said seriously, "Didn't you always want to leave the palace?"
"so what?"
"No matter who ascends the throne in the future, it is impossible for you, the prince, to continue to stay in the palace."
Yes!
Whether it is Jing Yi or Jing Rong, any one of them sits on the throne, and he, the prince, can be accepted by the feudal mansion.
It also means - to leave the palace,
At this moment, the charcoal fire in the stove was burning very vigorously, and the sparks exploded like firecrackers and splashed out of the stove. A few of them just splashed on the back of Moruo's hand. He quickly retracted his hand and retracted his clothes. sleeves.
Painful brows furrowed.
But not a word!
Jing Xian looked out the door, and saw the leaves fell one after another. A few pieces floated in, and they landed on the place where they entered the door, but were picked up by the breeze and floated out again.
He smiled bitterly, propped himself up, and walked to a large bookshelf with difficult steps. His eyes searched the books on it, and then he reached out and took a book from it. He turned to a page. His eyes are gathering little by little.
The page was filled with dense and delicate handwriting.
His knuckled fingers rubbed lightly on the line above.
"Don't fight with Nai, the overlord is not good."
These eight words gradually enlarged in his eyes...
"Who will become the emperor in the end, as far as I'm concerned, it's just the beginning of another party struggle."
There was a long silence in the air!
Until suddenly a pigeon on the windowsill will break.
"Cuckoo..."
The pigeon fluttered its wings, pacing on the windowsill, its small head raised towards Jing Xian, and a pair of small eyeballs were very sharp, just like human eyes.
Jing Xian frowned suddenly, but his subconscious gaze was slightly slanted, and he glanced at Mo Ruo who was sitting by the stove, then closed the book in his hand and walked over, picked up the pigeon, and stroked its smooth hair.
"Are you hungry?"
"Cuckoo."
The pointed mouth kept pecking.
Mo Ruo got up and walked over, while teasing, "I haven't seen you for a few months, but your pigeons are getting fatter and fatter. What do you feed them all day?"
"Just some grains of rice."
"Sure enough, you need to eat more."
Just in time, a second pigeon flew in, and the pigeon was pacing back and forth on the windowsill very happily.
Constantly "cuckoo" screaming.
Mo Ruo was very playful for a while, grabbed a handful of rice from the small tube on the side, and sprinkled it on the windowsill one by one.
After the pigeon had pecked a grain, he could only watch it, being teased several times, his wings flapped wildly, and he wanted to rush over to grab the rice to eat.
Moro laughed.
"The pigeons I raise will bite people. If you continue to tease like this, be careful of being bitten." Jing Xian reminded.
"Do pigeons still bite people?"
"No matter how well-behaved an animal is, once it is pushed, it will bite people."
These words were only exchanged for Moruo's "squeaky" laughter.
"Don't tease me, this little guy will bite people, who would believe it?" He hooked the pointed mouth of the pigeon with his fingers, and asked curiously, "Is your pigeon a carrier pigeon?"
"Really?" Jing Xian didn't know, "I don't know, maybe."
Unexpectedly, Mo Ruo turned his head and asked him seriously, "Tell me honestly, you raise these pigeons, don't you want to communicate with someone outside the palace?"
Uh!
Jing Xian's hand that was stroking the pigeon in his arms suddenly froze.
Eyes slightly opened.
Obviously stunned.
Couldn't speak.
Moruo looked at him as if he had discovered a new continent, reached out and patted him, and asked, "Why are you so nervous?"
Jing Xian's expression instantly returned to calm.
Smile slightly.
"Am I nervous?"