"Green plum, rain, boat, gentleman. Interesting, interesting."
He took another sip of wine.
Ji Yunshu looked at him and took a deep breath. "Young Master Mo, may I ask you a question?"
"Go ahead."
"One more cup of this wine can relieve one's worries, but what about one cup less?"
Huh?
That's an interesting question!
Mo Ruo narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment. He pointed at his temple and said, "One more cup can relieve one's worries, but one less cup … won't wake me up."
He began to drink again, one sip after another.
Ji Yunshu said, "Young Master Mo's heart has always been unable to let go of someone. Wine can make you forget everything, but it can also make you remember everything. While drunk, it's easy to forget your worries, but when you sober up, it's hard to let go of your emotions."
Her voice was as gentle as falling jade.
Mo Ruo didn't speak, but his lips curved into a smile.
…
Ji Yunshu didn't know why the scene from that year flashed in her mind.
Perhaps, she really hoped that Mo Ruo would be drunk at that time and never wake up, forever living in his own world.
And she didn't wake him up!
How she wished that Mo Ruo was still that young man who loved to drink.
She also wished that Tang Si was still that noisy Tang Si.
Nothing had changed!
Tears welled up in Ji Yunshu's eyes again. She said, "Don't worry, I will take good care of your child. I also promise you that I won't let him know what happened today. I will let him live without hatred."
Her tone was so sad.
Then, he took out a jade pendant from his sleeve and placed it in the baby's swaddling clothes.
"This is the only thing your father left behind. Keep it by your side."
The baby, who was sleeping soundly in the swaddling clothes, suddenly wriggled a few times and slightly opened his eyes.
Finally, he fell asleep again.
After the fierce battle, Third Master was seriously injured and was no longer the same as before. When he looked at the tombstones of his daughter and son-in-law, tears streamed down his face.
The pain in his heart was indescribable.
After Ji Yunshu had someone carry the baby away, she comforted him. "Third Master, the dead can't come back to life!"
Third Master was grieved.
It took him a long time to endure.
He asked Ji Yunshu, "Can't … Can't Mo Zhi stay?"
Ji Yunshu gently shook her head. "Why should a child bear all this? I promised Tang Si that no matter what, I can't let him know what happened today. Third Master, don't worry. I can also promise you that Mo Zhi will grow up healthy, but Hou Liao can't live without you now. "
"I understand!"
Third Master was so helpless!
However, he had no choice but to do so.
After everyone had left the hill.
Ji Yunshu threw herself into his arms, tears streaming down her face.
"Uh …" Jing Rong grunted.
He felt a sharp pain in his chest.
Ji Yunshu immediately left his embrace, "What's wrong?"
Jing Rong rubbed his chest.
"Are you hurt? Let me see. "
Jing Rong grabbed her hand and pulled her into his embrace. He buried his face in her delicate neck.
"I'm fine. I was just hurt by the thorns in the River of the Dead, but the wound is no longer a problem."
She placed her hands on his waist and used a bit of strength. "No, let me see the wound."
"Yunshu!" He didn't want to let go of her. Instead, he hugged her even tighter. "Let me hug you like this."
At that moment, Ji Yunshu didn't push him away anymore. She let him hug her.
Her face was full of tears, and her body was trembling.
Jing Rong closed his eyes, enjoying the moment when they were alone.
After a long time, he said, "Did you know? When I jumped, my mind was filled with you. I don't know how much I missed you. You don't know how afraid I was that I would never see you again. "
What he was most afraid of was losing Ji Yunshu.
And what Ji Yunshu was most afraid of was losing him!
One day later.
Jing Rong and Ji Yunshu returned to the capital.
Bai Yin stayed in Hou Liao.
Muzar's death left Hou Liao without a leader. Everyone hoped that Third Master could lead them to a new beginning.
Third Master was seriously injured, and Mo Ruo and Tang Si's death was a huge blow to him. He was bedridden that day.
Mo Ruo brought the medicine and placed it on his bedside.
He didn't disturb him.
Just as he was about to leave, Third Master suddenly opened his eyes and called out to him.
Bai Yin stopped in her tracks and sat on his bedside.
"Third Master?"
"I have something … to tell you."
"What is it?"
Third Master coughed and sat up on the bed.
His face was pale, and his eyes were weak. It took him a while to recover.
Bai Yin brought the medicine over and said, "Drink this first."
Third Master took the medicine and drank half of it before putting it down.
This medicine was brewed according to Mo Ruo's prescription.
Once it entered his throat, he felt a little more refreshed.
"Take out that tablet and that portrait."
Bai Yin took out the square tablet and her mother's portrait.
Give them to him!
"Third Master? What do you want them for? "
Third Master didn't say anything. His hands trembled as he received the two items.
When he held them in his hands, he couldn't help but tear up.
His heart ached.
Bai Yin looked at him silently, not saying a word.
Third Master looked at them for a while before he raised his tear-filled eyes and said, "The thing I want to tell you is related to these two items."
Huh?
Bai Yin didn't understand, "Haven't you said everything you need to say?"
"I've only said half of it. There's still the other half that I haven't told you."
'You' were referring to Bai Yin and Ji Yunshu.
Could it be that there's more to this thing?
Bai Yin's expression turned serious as she frowned, "What is it?"
"It's related to your parentage!"
Ah!
Bai Yin, "..." "Initially, I had planned to keep this secret to myself. I would rather all of you never find out about it. However, when I felt that I was about to die, I understood one thing. Some things cannot be avoided, much less avoided. I was afraid that if I really died, I would also bring this legacy with me."
I left with regrets.
"What is it?"
Third Master let out a long sigh.
… …
The capital.
In the imperial study.
Wei Yi sat quietly inside, his eyes calm as he looked at the scenery before him. He was dressed in a dragon robe and wore a crown on his head.
His attire was magnificent.
Just like the day he ascended to the throne!
He had been in this position for a year!
Too many unexpected things had happened in this one year.
'Things remain the same, but people have changed' was the best way to describe his year.
Now, this empty hall seemed to be filled with a cold air, causing people to shiver uncontrollably.
On the table in front of him was a stack of memorials.
He flipped open one of them and wrote a word on it. This was probably the last word he would ever write.
Outside the hall, a group of ministers were kneeling.
A young eunuch ran in, "Your Majesty, Prince Rong has returned to the capital."
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