Little Wei Yi, Little Wei Yi
Ji Yunshu and Mo Ruo chatted about something else.
Perhaps it was because of the wine, but Mo Ruo squinted his eyes and leaned against the rocking chair with his feet on the ground.
He kicked the ground with his toes!
His mouth began to talk in a daze.
"Actually, that kid Jing Rong is quite pitiful."
"Huh?" Ji Yunshu couldn't hear him clearly.
"He probably never talked to you before. He was sent out of the palace to be fostered."
Fostered?
She had never heard of a prince being fostered.
Ji Yunshu's interest was piqued, and she pricked up her ears to listen.
Mo Ruo spoke as if he was spitting out the truth after drinking too much.
"Everyone says that those born in the imperial family enjoy a life of luxury and splendor. However, Jing Rong's Imperial Mother committed a crime many years ago and died in the Cold Palace. Naturally, Jing Rong shouldered the blame and was disliked by everyone. He was only five years old that year, and the Emperor didn't like him, so he sent him out of the palace and fostered him in the Hanlin Academy. He was fostered until he was seventeen years old, and he was bestowed the title of Prince. Only then did he establish his own family. Despite being a prince, he was inferior to a small official in the imperial court."
His voice became softer and softer.
More and more confused.
Then, he gulped down another mouthful of wine.
It was clear that Mo Ruo felt that it was unfair for Jing Rong. He was a prince, so why did he have to bear the sins of his deceased Imperial Mother?
It was unfair!
Mo Ruo didn't say what crime Jing Rong's Imperial Mother had committed.
But the most pitiful person in the world was Ji Yunshu.
The owner of this body had starved to death. No one loved her since she was young, and her status was even lower than a maidservant. That was truly pitiful!
However, who didn't have a bad past?
At this time, Wei Yi ran over with a pot of wine and slammed it down on the small table next to Mo Ruo.
"Your wine!"
His voice was particularly loud.
Mo Ruo tried his best to open his eyes and glanced at him. Then, he struggled to sit up on the rocking chair. He crossed his legs and appeared to be in a half-awake state.
He beckoned to Wei Yi. "Brat, come here!"
"What do you want?"
"Come here!"
Wei Yi hesitated for a moment, but obediently moved closer.
Mo Ruo stretched out his hand again and pressed down with his fingers, indicating for him to bend down.
Wei Yi obeyed!
On the side, Ji Yunshu's palms were sweating. 'Does he really want to poison Wei Yi?'
Just as she was worrying, Mo Ruo reached out and gently patted Wei Yi's head.
"Little Wei Yi, oh Little Wei Yi, if one day you can return to being an ordinary person, don't ever forget that the happiest thing in this world is not when you're awake, but when you're muddled."
"What do you mean?!"
"You will understand. One day, you will understand …"
As he spoke, his body softly fell to the ground.
He was completely drunk!
Wei Yi scratched his head, unable to understand. He turned to Ji Yunshu and asked, "Shu 'er, what did he say?"
After a moment of silence, she shook her head.
"He must have drunk too much. He always likes to say strange things." Wei Yi used his knee to kick him. Seeing that he didn't respond, like a dead fish, he gave up.
Then, she skipped away and went back to mingle with the other children.
When the others saw him, their faces twitched.
Perhaps they were all praying for the same thing.
'Master Wei Yi, you should rest by the side!'
Unfortunately, Wei Yi's body was bursting with energy that seemed endless.
Full of energy!
Full of vigor!
Seeing him so happy, Ji Yunshu felt relieved.
She originally planned to return to the Rong Estate, but she didn't expect him to come.
He only had Lang Po by his side.
His face was extremely cold and stern. His sword-like eyebrows looked like they were about to burst into his hair.
When he walked over, his gaze was fixed on the drunk Mo Ruo. He ordered Lang Po in an emotionless tone, "Bring Teacher Ji back to the estate."
"Yes!"
Lang Po's expression was much more serious than usual.
He walked in front of Ji Yunshu.
"Teacher Ji, let me send you back."
The atmosphere suddenly became heavy.
Ji Yunshu glanced at Jing Rong. His face was expressionless, but it was as if tens of thousands of volts of electricity were condensed on it.
She knew that something serious must have happened.
Thus, she didn't ask anymore and followed Lang Po out of Yuhua Pavilion.
On the way back to the Rong Estate, Ji Yunshu couldn't help but ask.
"What happened?"
"Teacher Ji shouldn't ask."
Ji Yunshu made a guess. "Is it related to Qujiang's marriage proposal?"
Lang Po was a man who couldn't hide his thoughts. His expression was calm as he nodded. "In the past two days, the Emperor has been considering the candidate for the marriage proposal. It seems that it has been decided today. When His Highness heard about it, he immediately went to find Young Master Mo."
"The candidate has been decided? Who? "
"Miss Kong."
'Kong Yu?'
Ji Yunshu was a little surprised. Logically speaking, the marriage proposal had nothing to do with Kong Yu, so why was she chosen?
In fact, in the past two days, Ji Yunshu had learned some things about Kong Yu. She came from a prestigious family, but she wasn't pretentious since she was young. She was no different from most ordinary girls. Although her family had Empress Xuanshu, it didn't make the Kong family arrogant. Instead, she lived her life peacefully.
She didn't meddle in the harem.
She didn't meddle in the imperial court.
Kong Yu had developed good habits since she was young. She wasn't pretentious or pretentious, and she was quite kind-hearted.
She didn't hide what she liked, and she wouldn't stab people in the back.
She was just a little stubborn.
She only loved Jing Rong, wholeheartedly.
However, she was already 25 years old. In ancient times, she was indeed an old leftover woman.
Between the noble princess Jing Xuan and an old leftover woman, the Emperor would choose Kong Yu.
In fact, it was reasonable.
But according to the relationship between Kong Yu, Jing Rong, and Mo Ruo, the three of them were childhood sweethearts. When Jing Rong learned about this matter, he immediately went to find Mo Ruo.
It was also reasonable.
Moreover, this matter had nothing to do with Ji Yunshu.
…
On the other side, Jing Rong had been sitting next to Mo Ruo. A servant came in with a pot of tea, but seeing that the atmosphere was not right, he quickly slipped out.
Jing Rong poured a cup of hot tea. It was steaming hot, and he held it between his fingers for a while.
Pfft.
The cup of tea splashed on Mo Ruo's flushed face, not a single drop spilling out.
"Ah!"
Mo Ruo was slightly awakened by the splashing. He lifted his sleeve to wipe his face, and vaguely saw Jing Rong sitting next to him. Only then did he slowly sit up.
He bent his knees and put his hands on them.
His brows were deeply furrowed.
"Brat, are you crazy?"
"If you don't wake up, what splashed on your face will be a pot of tea, not a cup of tea!"
His tone was extremely cold.
Mo Ruo struggled to open one eye and carefully looked at Jing Rong. Only then did he discover that something was wrong.
Thereupon …
He kicked Jing Rong's thigh.
She asked, "What on earth happened? Why did you show me such a sour face? Look at you, always like this. When you get angry, it's easy for your blood flow to be impeded, and you'll age faster. "He paused and looked around." That beauty left? "
'Really, she didn't even tell me that she left!'
Jing Rong snorted through his nostrils.
He said in a heavy tone, "Imperial Father has ordered that tomorrow, Kong Yu will be conferred the title of Princess Huiwen."
"What? Kong Yu will be conferred the title of Princess? "Mo Ruo was shocked.
He seemed to have sobered up.
Jing Rong nodded.
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