Warm peach blossom wine
Usually, Mo Ruo seemed to be indulging in a life of luxury.
But …
He was very clear-headed.
It seemed that he had already prepared a plan when she agreed to his condition.
Jing Xian smiled. "Although Teacher Ji is smart, there are some things he is not omnipotent. Whether he can leave the palace or not is still unknown."
His tone was weak.
Mo Ruo patted his shoulder. "He will leave the palace."
He was very determined.
Over the years, Mo Ruo had said the same thing to him countless times.
Pfft!
A pigeon suddenly flew to the window.
There were some scattered grains of rice in front of the window. The pigeon paced around and began to peck at them.
Mo Ruo's eyes lit up. He got up and walked over. He picked up some rice and threw it on the windowsill. "Tsk, tsk."
He played with the pigeon.
The pigeon was not afraid of people and continued to peck at the rice.
"You've been raising this pigeon for many years, right?" Mo Ruo asked.
Jing Xian grunted. "Yes, I've been raising it for three or four years. When I first came here, it was always afraid of strangers. Now, it is more familiar with me and is no longer afraid. Often, it will fly to my shoulder and get close to me."
He was full of smiles.
Mo Ruo looked back at him. He was sleepy. "Say, deep in the palace, of all the things you can raise, why do you like to raise a pigeon? If it flies away one day and doesn't come back, won't you die of sadness? "
"It's fine if it flies away. It means that it doesn't like this cage!"
What kind of logic is this?
However, Mo Ruo understood what he meant. He knew that Jing Xian was a bird with broken wings. He could not fly to the blue sky and out of the palace.
So, he probably wanted to raise a pigeon to comfort him.
To complement each other!
After playing with the pigeon for a while, the two chatted for a while.
Mo Ruo took Jing Xian's pulse and nodded. "Hmm, it's better than before. You must continue to take the medicine I prescribed. As for the medicine from the Imperial Hospital, you absolutely cannot touch it."
"Hmm!"
"The weather is not stable these few days. It will rain for a while and clear up for a while. Don't catch a cold. That's the worst."
"Hmm!"
He was very obedient.
When Mo Ruo left, Jing Xian suddenly called Bi Lu and ordered, "Bring me the wine I warmed."
"Yes."
Bi Lu bowed and immediately brought the wine over.
He handed it over to Mo Ruo and said, "This is specially prepared by His Highness for Young Master Mo. It's a freshly made peach blossom wine and it's already warmed."
The faint fragrance of wine flowed out from the mouth of the wooden hawthorn and rushed into his nose, filling Mo Ruo's heart with joy.
His eyes lit up.
He took the bottle, opened the lid, and took a sip.
His eyes narrowed, and his expression blossomed like a flower.
He couldn't help but praise, "Good wine, this is indeed good wine. In this world, the only person who can make this kind of wine is you. Only the wine you mix suits my taste the best. "
When Jing Xian saw that he liked it, he was also happy.
Looking at the sky outside, he said, "The next time you come, I will prepare a few more pots. It's getting late, you should leave the palace quickly."
"Alright, I'll come and see you in a few days."
Come and drink!
Mo Ruo took the wine and happily left Tongren Hall.
After Mo Ruo left, Jing Xian had Bi Lu withdraw. He got up from the rocking chair with difficulty and walked weakly to the window.
Looking at the pigeon still pecking at the rice, he stretched out his slender fingers and gently stroked the pigeon's feathers.
The corners of his mouth curled up as he said, "Pigeon, oh pigeon, all these years, it's all thanks to you."
The pigeon responded with a "Cackle".
It flapped its wings and immediately flew away, quickly disappearing from his sight.
He returned to the rocking chair and looked down at the paper that had already been burnt to ashes in the stove.
His powerless palms were tightly clenched.
His originally warm and calm gaze instantly refracted a penetrating cold light.
"Mother, it's almost there, almost there!"
…
Mo Ruo left Tongren Hall. He originally wanted to go to the south gate, but halfway there, he stopped and changed direction, heading towards Shaoxian Hall.
Originally, as an outsider, Mo Ruo was not allowed to enter the palace or the harem as he pleased.
However, his late father used to be an imperial physician in the palace, and his medical skills were outstanding. When he left the palace in his middle age, the Emperor had specially granted the Mo Clan the privilege of entering the palace at any time without the need for a token.
Naturally, Mo Ruo was also involved in this benefit.
When he arrived at Shaoxian Hall, the eunuch led him in and brought him a pot of good tea. However, he pushed it aside and began to drink the peach blossom wine that Jing Xian had warmed for him.
The fragrance filled the air!
"Young Master Mo, please wait for a moment. Princess Huiwen has gone to Princess Jing Xuan's place. She should be back in a while." The eunuch said in a pleasant voice.
After all, Mo Ruo was a divine physician. If he were to fall ill, he could still count on him to save him! …
Wishful thinking.
Mo Ruo wasn't in a hurry. Let's just wait, then. He simply waited in the hall while drinking wine.
After an unknown amount of time, he leaned against the pear blossom chair and closed his eyes.
By the time he woke up in a daze, an hour had already passed.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Kong Yu sitting not far from him. She held a spoon in her hand and gently stirred the wine in a bowl.
"You're awake? How did you get so drunk? "
Kong Yu's voice was as pleasant as ever.
Mo Ruo sat up straight and massaged his temples. He frowned and asked, "How long did I sleep?"
"Not long, just an hour."
Kong Yu brought the bowl of soup over and handed it to him. "Quickly sober up, or I'll have to ask someone to carry you out of the palace."
Mo Ruo took the bowl and began to drink without blinking.
Kong Yu said, "Seriously, why did you start drinking with just a few pots of wine? Aren't you afraid of causing trouble? This is the palace, not your Yuhua Pavilion, and not your jianghu. "
Her tone carried the complaint of a little girl.
The bowl of soup did not seem to wake Mo Ruo up. He lifted his heavy eyelids and glanced at Kong Yu.
"Jing Xian brewed this peach blossom wine for me. It would be a pity not to finish it while it's still warm."
"Oh? So you went to see him? "
"Yes."
"Then, how is the Virtuous Prince's health? A few days ago, I heard from a few palace maids that he fell ill again. The imperial physician went to see him and said it was an old ailment. "Kong Yu's expression was worried as she sat down.
Mo Ruo sighed lightly and replied, "It's an old ailment that needs to be treated slowly. He will recover sooner or later. However, his temperament is too indifferent and his desire to live is not strong. If he were to leave the palace, he would not be able to bear it."
"Leave the palace?"
Kong Yu was startled. She leaned towards Mo Ruo and asked, "Can he? His Majesty ordered him not to leave the palace to build his residence. "
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