Although Song Zhi didn't think he was qualified to attend, the invitation had been delivered. He couldn't dirty or break it.
Naturally, he treasured it.
When Lang Po saw this, he folded his arms across his chest and said, "You scholars, if you don't spend all day reciting poems, then you like to gather together and say some genteel things and recite some genteel poems. Now you even have a lantern festival? It's as if you have nothing better to do. "
Song Zhi was speechless.
"I think you should stay in your room and read more books. As the saying goes, 'the clumsy bird flies early'. You should study hard and become the top scholar in the future. There will be many lantern festivals waiting for you."
"Young Master Lang's words are really interesting."
"Interesting? I'm serious. "
"I just think that your words are different from others. Hmm … you're more interesting." That was the only word that popped up in Song Zhi's mind.
Pfft —
Lang Po's heart was in a mess.
He didn't want to be funny!
He was clearly a serious man, okay?
He replied to Song Zhi seriously, "I think you're an interesting person, Young Master Song."
Then he left.
"…"
Song Zhi was speechless.
…
In the past few days, Ji Yunshu had been waiting for news from the Marquis of the Southern Kingdom.
Jing Rong had also sent someone to the Marquis's residence.
The news he brought back was that the Marquis was refusing to see them.
Refusing to see them?
What was going on?
There were almost no clues about Cha He.
Perhaps it was as they had guessed. That person named Cha He was either dead or had left Huyi a long time ago.
Therefore, they decided to wait for another two days. If there was still no news, they would leave Gaoding and search along the way. If they still couldn't find him, they would leave Huyi and return to Houliao to look for Third Master.
Because there were no more clues, every day they stayed in Gaoding meant more danger!
Ever since Bai Yin had that dream that night, she had been depressed.
She was not in the right state of mind.
She would often be in a daze for a long time.
At this moment, he was sitting on the stone steps with a dull look in his eyes. His hand was skillfully playing with his sharp dagger.
Jing Rong strolled to his side. With his hands behind his back, he looked up at the cloudless sky.
The snow had stopped.
The weather was getting better.
Neither of them spoke.
One was standing.
The other was sitting.
After a long time …
Bai Yin looked up and asked, "Has Yunshu really made up her mind?"
Jing Rong grunted in acknowledgment.
"Are you really leaving?"
"Yes."
Bai Yin fell silent.
His fingers gently stroked the back of the saber. Jing Rong withdrew his gaze from the distance and said, "We've already been in Gaoding for a long time. Right now, we're placing all of our hopes on the Marquis of the Southern Kingdom. If there's still no news, we must leave this place. Because of Du Mubai's case, we had already attracted a lot of attention. The Second Prince even wanted to recruit me and Yunshu as his guests. Although I rejected him, I had also offended him. If we were to expose our identities, we might be in big trouble. So, we couldn't stay here any longer. After leaving Gaoding, we had to search for him again, but we couldn't find him.
Once we leave Huyi, we'll look for Third Master. "
"What's the point of looking for him? If he was willing to tell us, he would have told us directly, and we wouldn't have to go around in circles for so long. "
"This is the last option. We can only do this!"
Helpless!
What exactly was the Third Master up to?
Bai Yin sighed.
This was the only way.
After a while, Jing Rong suddenly asked, "What happened to you?"
"Me?" Bai Yin asked, "Why do you ask?"
"Yesterday, Song Zhi said you drank too much. What was the reason?"
"It's nothing …"
"Don't tell me it's really like what Lang Po said, that you had a nightmare and wanted to drown your sorrows with alcohol! You know I don't believe in these things. I want to hear the truth. "
Bai Yin smiled bitterly, "I really can't hide anything from you."
"Tell me about it."
"I did have a dream. That dream … was very strange."
"How strange?"
Bai Yin paused, then told him, "I dreamed of Lian Que."
Jing Rong was shocked, "Him?" "But … it was a child called Lian Que and a person called Ah Jin. I don't remember the details clearly. I can only vaguely remember some bits and pieces. I also dreamed of a big fire. At that time, a woman was holding my hand and running. When I turned around, there was a big fire behind me.
I even heard the sound of a bugle horn … "He suddenly shook his head," I don't remember the details. I woke up later, but Lang Po made a ruckus. I couldn't sleep anymore, so I went out to drink. "
He did not say a word about Lian Que's visit to the old mansion after that.
Because he couldn't be sure. Was it just a fantasy after drinking?
Or was it real?
Jing Rong was silent after listening to his story. He carefully pondered over the dream.
Lian Que?
Woman?
Big fire?
These keywords didn't seem to fit together at all.
He only said, "Perhaps this is a memory you lost."
Bai Yin 'er had lost her memory. Recently, many images kept flashing through his mind.
This also meant that he was slowly remembering the past.
But he was also shocked.
"If that's the case, then … what is my relationship with Lian Que?"
… …
Two days later.
There was still no news from the Southern Marquis.
There wasn't even the slightest movement.
Jing Rong sent someone to inquire about the Marquis of the Southern Kingdom, but the news he brought back was still the same: "The Marquis of the Southern Kingdom has closed his doors."
Could it be that he was just saying it when he said he wanted to repay the debt of gratitude?
However, they couldn't wait any longer.
That day, Jing Rong ordered his men to pack their belongings and decided to leave early the next morning.
Song Zhi stood at the side and watched as they packed up their things one by one and moved them onto the carriage.
Tears welled up in his eyes.
His heart was filled with reluctance!
He stood there for a long time.
He took a step forward and earnestly asked Jing Rong, "Young Master Jing, do you really want to leave?"
Jing Rong nodded. "Yes, I've decided to leave Gao Ding."
Song Zhi advised, "Even though the weather has improved over the past few days, the roads are still frozen. Why don't we … postpone our departure for a day?"
To put it bluntly, he was reluctant.
Jing Rong was about to say something when …
Ji Yunshu walked over and said, "Young Master Song, due to some reasons, we can't stay here any longer."
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