Green plum, rain, boat, gentleman
"Then why are you going to Yufu County?"
Zhao Huai lowered his head and did not respond for a long time.
It wasn't until one of his lackeys brought the wine jug to him that he finally raised his head to look at Mo Ruo.
He said, "I'm going to visit an old friend."
"Oh? I didn't expect the First Master of the Gaoshan Gang to have an old friend! "
"What do you mean?"
Zhao Huai questioned.
"Boring. I'm just saying. Why are you so agitated?" As he said this, Mo Ruo used his chin to point at his severed arm and said without hesitation, "Let me tell you, although your arm is fine now, you still have to be careful. I reckon that the weather isn't going to be good these days, and we don't know when the rain will stop. If the wound gets wet, it will hurt in the future."
Zhao Huai snorted. "As long as he's not dead."
In response, Mo Ruo sneered. His body swayed as he got up and returned to Jing Rong's side.
Once she sat down, she lowered her voice and reported, "Not only is Zhao Huai a tough guy, but he's also tight-lipped. He just won't say anything."
As it turned out, this fellow had gone to scout for information.
Jing Rong glared at Zhao Huai before picking up the small wooden stick and poking it into the fire.
As he spoke, he said, "They come with ill intentions. Keep an eye on them as well."
"Don't worry, I won't let your heart be snatched away again," Mo Ruo teased.
Jing Rong glared at him. "Drink your wine."
"Fine, fine, fine. I'll drink my wine and you pick your fire. This rainy night is the best time to be alone."
With that, Mo Ruo stood up and left.
Ji Yunshu glanced at Mo Ruo, then pushed Wei Yi to Lang Po.
"Stay with your Brother Lang for a while."
Wei Yi rubbed his eyes. "Oh."
She hugged his arm and went back to sleep.
Lang Po's face immediately turned green!
The guard at the side smiled but did not say anything!
Ji Yunshu was about to get up and leave when Jing Rong pulled her arm. "Sit properly. Don't run around."
"I'm just going out for a while. I'll be right back."
Jing Rong glanced outside and understood. "Don't spend too much time with that Mo Ruo. He's a drunkard who doesn't think things through."
"Got it."
Agreed!
Ji Yunshu walked out of the dilapidated temple. The heavy rain outside was even heavier than before, and it was even more intense. The raindrops were like huge pearls falling on the potholes on the ground, and the sound was like a great bell.
Wisps of cold wind poured into his bones, as if ants were gnawing at him.
Mo Ruo sat in the corridor outside, one leg propped up, leaning against a pillar, drinking wine with his head tilted back.
The sky was suffused with ink-colored rays of light. Through the rainwater flowing down from the tiles, it hazily sprinkled on his shoulders.
It seemed a little desolate.
Ji Yunshu silently walked over and sat opposite him. She raised her head and looked at the incessant rain.
He said, "The green plum blossoms are still there, the rain is still far away, the small boat is still there, the gentleman drinks. · "
There was a smile at the corner of her mouth, and her deep eyes were filled with a womanly gentleness.
Mo Ruo laughed.
He gulped down a mouthful of wine, "So it turns out that Teacher Ji is not only good at solving cases, but his poems are also pretty good."
"Everyone can recite a few lines of a poem."
"Green plum, rainwater, boat, gentleman. Interesting, interesting."
He drank another mouthful of wine.
Ji Yunshu looked at him and sucked in a breath of cold air. She asked, "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?"
Hmm?
That's an interesting question!
Mo Ruo narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment. He tapped his temple with his finger, "One more cup can relieve one's worries, but one less cup … won't wake me up."
He started drinking again, one mouthful 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. When you're drunk, it's easy to forget your worries, but when you're sober, it's hard to forget your emotions."
Her voice was as warm as falling jade.
Mo Ruo didn't speak, but his lips curved into a smile.
The smell of alcohol also gradually dissipated along with the fine drizzle …
The two of them sat outside for a long time.
Ji Yunshu saw that Mo Ruo was already drunk. He leaned against the pillar with his eyes closed, and even the wine pot in his hand fell to the ground.
Clang!
She got up lightly and prepared to go in. She had only taken a few steps when Mo Ruo's voice came from behind.
"Many thanks, Miss Ji."
Ji Yunshu didn't reply. She just smiled and went in.
The people inside were leaning against the bonfire and sleeping. She gently sat down, but Jing Rong opened his eyes, grabbed her hand, and rubbed it.
It was cold!
"A woman's hand is meant for painting and embroidery. How can it be like you? If it's not corpses, it's always cold."
Ji Yunshu smiled faintly. She held Jing Rong's broad hand and carefully touched the thick calluses on his palm.
"Under the heavens, which prince has so many calluses on his palm?"
"If that's the case, this prince and you are really a match made in heaven."
"Who is a match made in heaven with you?"
"What? Do you want to say that you're a prince and I'm a commoner?" Jing Rong tilted his head and asked.
This sentence had always been a thorn in his heart.
Ji Yunshu pursed her lips and lowered her eyes. Then, she looked up again and said, "I take back those words."
"Take back? How can you take back your words? "
"I said I can take it back, so I can. Just pretend I didn't say anything."
"What if I don't allow it?"
"Huh?"
Ji Yunshu was puzzled.
Jing Rong held her slender hand and gazed at her affectionately. "You're a prince and I'm a commoner. This prince will always remember these words. It's precisely because of the disparity between our statuses that we've experienced so many hardships and come this far. It's really not easy. Because of this, this prince will treasure you and love you even more. This will never change for the rest of my life."
Words of love were spoken so casually!
Fortunately, the people around her were all asleep. Otherwise, she would have goosebumps all over her body.
Suddenly —
A loud noise came from outside.
Hurried and messy footsteps came from outside the dilapidated temple, accompanied by a rough man's voice.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry. This rain is really annoying."
"It's all your fault. Why are you rushing at night?"
"How can you blame me?"
… …
Three or four of them came in one after another!
Each of them was drenched. As soon as they came in, they shook off the rainwater on their clothes and patted them down.
They made a lot of noise.
Everyone in the dilapidated temple was startled awake. Everyone stared at those people.
It was the middle of the night, disturbing everyone's sweet dreams.
Those men, who looked to be in their thirties or forties, also noticed the two groups of people in the dilapidated temple. Seeing that they were either armed with swords or knives, they instinctively shivered.
One of the bolder men cupped his hands in greeting and showed a humble smile. "Everyone, sorry to disturb you. It's raining so heavily outside. We came from Yuzhou City and had no choice but to come in to seek shelter."
Thus, he led the other three to find an empty space and sat down.
They also started a fire.
Everyone was woken up by the noise and could no longer sleep.
One of the old men took out a steamed bun from his bag and roasted it over the fire. He looked at Jing Rong and Zhao Huai's group and asked, "Are you going into the city?"
No one answered.
"If you're going into the city, I'd advise you not to. It's very chaotic in the city."
Huh?
Everyone was puzzled.
It was Lang Po who asked, "Did something happen to Yuzhou City?"
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