Dead Souls Under the Sword
It had to be said that Miss Ye 'er had a soft spot for Wen Xian.
Because of her death, Wen Xian no longer lit the lamp in the room. He was also a sentimental person.
Little Xiyue carried the lamp and walked around the room.
At this moment, the courtyard was joyous and harmonious.
The Kongming lantern had already risen to the point where it could no longer be seen, but Jing Rong was still pondering over what that woman had written.
On the roof, Mo Ruo had appeared out of nowhere. He faced the bright moon and said, "The more bright moons there are, the more my heart will be at peace." With that, he began to boast, "Mm, this poem is not bad."
Pfft, shameless.
Jing Rong rolled his eyes. "Did you see it clearly?"
"You mean the words on the Kong Ming Lantern?"
"Yes."
"I saw it."
"What did he write?"
Mo Ruo thought back. "I think so. Sharing life and death, sharing the same grave."
Jing Rong was speechless. "I wrote that."
Puff –
Mo Ruo almost vomited blood. He gave him a look of disdain. "You're really jealous."
Others laughed at him for being jealous, but he laughed at them for not knowing how to love.
He leapt onto the roof and sat down beside Mo Ruo. He glanced at Mo Ruo and asked in surprise, "Where's your wine?"
"It's rare to have such a good time tonight. Instead of drinking, I'll enjoy the moonlight."
"Qi!"
"What? Haven't you been trying to persuade me not to drink? I won't drink today. Shouldn't you be happy? "
"This Prince has never begged anyone. If you want to drink, then drink. However, if you drink too much and die in front of this Prince, then that's unacceptable. This Prince will not prepare a coffin for you." When he finished speaking, the corner of his mouth twitched.
His venomous mouth was not something that had happened in just a day or two.
Mo Ruo was used to it.
He threw his head back and lay down. He looked like a salted fish lying on his belly.
"Jing Rong, don't worry. If I really die one day, I won't die in front of you. So, there's no need for you to prepare a coffin for me."
"Of course you won't die in front of me, because if someone else wants to kill you, I'll kill them first."
"Then … what if you want to kill me?"
The surroundings fell silent!
Mo Ruo didn't know why he would suddenly ask such a question.
Jing Rong was also stunned. He frowned deeply and said seriously, "You will never become a dead soul under my sword."
Their eyes met!
That's the friendship of a brother.
After a moment, Mo Ruo smiled again. He placed his hands behind his head, crossed his legs, and stared at the full moon in the sky. "We will never become enemies, so there will never be a day where we draw our swords against each other."
If there were people who were willing to die for Jing Rong, Mo Ruo would definitely be one of them, and Jing Rong would definitely be one of them.
Since the day he was sent out of the palace after his Imperial Mother's death, his childhood memories were of Mo Ruo and Kong Yu. He had long regarded them as his family, the ones who would go through water and tread on fire for him. Even if he had to sacrifice his own life, he wouldn't hurt them in the slightest.
Soon, Tang Si's voice could be heard, grumbling about not calling her when they were going to release the Kongming lanterns.
That voice was really high and shrill.
When Mo Ruo heard it, he instinctively covered his ears and said in disgust, "Whoever marries this kind of woman must have eight lifetimes' worth of bad luck."
Jing Rong replied in a strange tone, "I hope that unlucky person isn't you."
"Of course it's not me. No matter who it is, it won't be me."
What a joke, would this brother like this kind of woman? He would never do such a thing even if he was beaten to death.
The two sat there with their backs to the courtyard.
One was sitting, the other was lying down.
It was a beautiful scene.
If one of them had changed into women's clothes, the scene would have been even more beautiful.
The next day.
Ji Yunshu woke up early in the morning, watering the flowers in the courtyard with a gourd ladle.
Those flowers were the seeds she had sown the day after she moved in. Some had just sprouted, while others had already bloomed.
After watering them for a while, she ate breakfast and had Shi Zijin prepare a horse carriage for Wen Xian's residence.
However, as soon as he entered, he saw an intense fight.
Wen Xian and Zhao Huai were fighting to the death.
One was sickly and weak, while the other was crippled in one hand and had no strength left to fight.
Thus, they were evenly matched, and were in a stalemate.
Neither of them noticed Ji Yunshu's arrival.
Instead, Wen Panshi, who had been watching from the sidelines, immediately came to greet her.
"Little Heir, why are you here?" He was puzzled.
"General Wen, this one is here for Young Master Wen."
"They …"
"I know, let them fight." Although she was against violence, she was not against using force to vent her anger.
Yes, vent!
Zhao Huai had killed Lin Feng. Wen Xian naturally could not take this lying down. Lin Feng was his best friend, but in the end, he had died in front of him. The feeling of watching his brother die with his own eyes, from the moment Wen Xian had been thrown into prison until now, had torn his heart apart.
This was also the reason why the two of them were moved.
So, why the hell would she stop them?
Let them fight then.
However, the two of them fought for a long time.
They were neither losing nor winning!
The onlookers were worried.
After about the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Wen Xian's body was already weak, and Zhao Huai gained the upper hand. Taking advantage of the situation, Zhao Huai placed a sword on Wen Xian's neck.
The tip of the sword pierced Wen Xian's neck, leaving a small wound.
Dazzling fresh blood flowed out bit by bit, staining the silver blade.
"Wen Xian, the sword has no eyes. If it hurts you, I won't care."
Wen Xian glared angrily. "You can even kill Lin Feng, but you don't dare to kill me?"
"You saw the situation at that time. He didn't hesitate to take the Little Heir's life for his own purpose. If there's a first time, there will be a second time. So, I could only do this."
"Must you kill him? Lin Feng only did it to avenge his father. He had no intention of hurting the Little Heir. "
"That's what you think. In short, anyone who endangers the Little Heir's life should be killed." Zhao Huai's tone was firm.
No one could refute this reason.
Wen Xian raised his chin and sneered. "Even so, his crime is not worthy of death."
"…"
"Either you kill me today, or else, I will definitely take revenge on you."
Zhao Huai narrowed his eyes and exhaled heavily. In the next moment, he sheathed his sword and said sternly, "Wen Xian, I know that you grew up with Lin Feng. I also know that he is not a bad person. He only acted rashly because he has not avenged his father. However, he can disregard everything for his own purpose. One day in the future, he will disregard everything and take the Little Heir's life, or even all of our lives. For this reason alone, I cannot let him live."
What a righteous way of speaking!
Wen Xian did not understand his so-called methods and methods, nor could he understand them.
He sneered and threw the sword in his hand to the ground.
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