The Next Jing Yi
Yuhua Pavillion.
The doors were tightly shut. Women and old men waiting to see the doctor crowded outside, anxiously peeking inside.
They were all waiting to see the doctor.
Why did it close all of a sudden?
There were also three or four children blocking the entrance, afraid that the crowd would push down the doors.
The carriage stopped about ten meters away from Yuhua Pavillion. Lang Po pulled the reins and stopped the carriage. He jumped off the carriage and opened a path for Jing Rong.
As soon as they reached the entrance, the child hurriedly opened the door and bowed to welcome them inside.
The door was closed again.
"Where's Mo Ruo?" Jing Rong asked coldly.
The child pointed at the backyard and worriedly said, "Master has been in the backyard since he left the palace yesterday. I think he's still …"
Before he could finish his sentence, Jing Rong had already walked over.
The spacious backyard was filled with the strong smell of alcohol.
It was pungent and unpleasant.
Mo Ruo held a pot of wine in his hand. His eyes were squinted and his chin was covered with stubble. His clothes were untidy and his hair was messy, covering half of his weathered face.
He lazily leaned against a big tree in the middle of the courtyard, surrounded by wine bottles that had fallen all over the place.
One was lying horizontally, one was lying vertically.
The yard was also a mess. The leaves were chopped by Mo Ruo's sword and some potted plants were smashed everywhere. The mud mixed with dew stuck to the bluestone slabs.
The child, Ah Li, stayed by Jing Rong's side, not daring to leave. She was afraid that Jing Rong would commit suicide.
She tried to persuade Jing Rong several times but to no avail.
When she saw Jing Rong, Ah Li hurried to greet him and begged, "Your Highness, you have to persuade Master. Since yesterday, Miss Kong Yu …" She didn't finish her sentence and only sighed. "Master is sad. She has been drinking since yesterday. If she continues like this, what will happen? Your Highness, you have to help Master! "
Her eyes were filled with tears.
Jing Rong raised his hand and gently waved.
Ah Li wiped her tears with her sleeve. She looked at Mo Ruo worriedly and left.
Mo Ruo, who was lying on the ground, was still pouring wine into his mouth. He was drunk and mumbling something.
He looked like he was half-dead.
It was as if he was soaked in a wine jar and could not get out.
Jing Rong stopped in front of him and lowered his head to look at him. After a long time, he squatted down and took the wine pot from his hand. He held it in his hand without throwing it away or drinking it.
"Stop drinking."
Mo Ruo struggled to open his heavy eyelids. The first thing he saw was Jing Rong's boots. His gaze moved up bit by bit until his eyes met the pair of cold and hard eyes.
He sneered, "What else can I do besides drinking now? In this world, only good wine can't be wasted. "
"Mo Ruo …"
"Give me the wine."
He snatched the wine pot and took another big gulp. The wine flowed down his mouth and onto his neck and collar.
He looked at the wine pot in a daze and said with a bitter smile, "Good wine in hand, three parts poison, seven parts tears. This saying is absolutely correct."
"I said, don't drink anymore." Jing Rong took the wine pot from his hand.
"Give it to me!"
Mo Ruo tried to snatch it again, but Jing Rong hid the wine pot behind his back and pressed his shoulder with his other hand. He said sternly, "If you drink to death, I won't stop you, but don't die in front of me."
"I'm not you!"
Mo Ruo growled and pushed Jing Rong away. He used his elbow to support himself on the tree stump and staggered to stand up.
His legs felt weak and powerless, and he fell backwards. His back fiercely hit the mottled bark of the tree.
He looked slightly drunk as he waved his wide sleeves and sneered at Jing Rong. "Ever since we were young, she only had you in her heart. She never once looked at me. You can pretend that nothing happened, but I can't. Jing Rong, don't you feel sad at all? Are you really a rock, a rock? "
He shouted himself hoarse.
But Jing Rong remained calm. He clenched his teeth and did not speak.
Mo Ruo's eyes were glistening with tears. "Why? What did she do wrong? Why should she be involved in the struggle of the imperial family? "
He growled and was on the verge of collapse.
Just as he finished speaking, he lifted his foot and kicked a flower pot to the ground.
Bang!
It was smashed into smithereens.
Jing Rong threw the wine pot on the ground and coldly said, "Since it's already happened, there's no way to reverse it. Mo Ruo, Kong Yu doesn't want to see you like this."
"Jing Rong, ah, Jing Rong, why aren't you sad at all?"
"…"
"We grew up together!"
"She's already dead."
"Bastard!"
Mo Ruo clenched his fist and punched at Jing Rong's left cheek. However, he was drunk and did not have much strength in his fist. Jing Rong blocked it and pressed him against the tree behind him.
"Do you think I'm not sad? But now is not the time for me to be sad. "
"…"
"Mo Ruo, today, I've been forced to walk a path I don't want to walk. It's a long road, so long that I don't have time to be sad. The person I've let down the most in my life is Kong Yu. I promise that I will make the person who caused all this pay the price."
His tone was fierce and murderous.
Mo Ruo's drunkenness was completely sobered up by these words.
After a while, Jing Rong let go of him.
Mo Ruo endured the pain in his heart and lowered his head with a wry smile. His body became weightless and he gradually slid down the tree.
He put his hand on his bent knee and threw his head back to laugh.
"It's all a pawn. It's all a pawn's fault."
That's right!
In this struggle, Kong Yu was indeed a pawn. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been conferred the title of princess in place of Jing Xuan. She wouldn't have been married to the Crown Prince in place of Ji Muqing.
Then …
She wouldn't have died!
Jing Rong's eyebrows were as sharp as needles. He raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes.
"The best way not to be a pawn is to be the one who throws the pawn. I should have understood this earlier."
Mo Ruo looked up. "Jing Rong, can you promise me that you won't become the next Jing Yi?"
He clenched his fists. "I promise you."
After a while, Mo Ruo calmed down and said in a low voice, "Before Kong Yu died, she met Ji Yunshu."
Jing Rong's heart skipped a beat.
His eyes widened and he asked, "What did they say?"
Mo Ruo shook his head.
He continued, "On the day Old General Li left the capital, she went to see him outside the city. If you want to know the answer, you should go find her."
Jing Rong's heart wavered.
Mo Ruo slowly lowered his head and mumbled, "Jing Rong, no matter what she's hiding from you, you must believe her."
Finally, Jing Rong left.
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