Chapter 711: Shelter from the Rain
After Lang Po left —
Jing Rong let out a long sigh and walked out of the room, standing under the eaves.
A few red lanterns had been hung outside, and the light shone on his chiseled face, as if it was gradually smoothing it out.
There was less toughness and coldness, and more indolence in his demeanor.
Suddenly —
Jing Rong looked up and asked in the direction of the roof, "How long have you been here?"
Mo Ruo leaned lazily against the roof, one hand on the low platform at the corner, the other holding a jug of wine.
Hearing the question from below, his lips curled into a smile and he poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth.
He said slowly, "I've been here since you mentioned the late Emperor's edict."
So he had heard about Lang Po's failure to find Wei Yi.
Jing Rong's eyes darkened. "What are you doing here?"
Mo Ruo let out a long sigh.
"The estate is full of people and it's very noisy. You're the only quiet one, so I came here to hide."
He was speechless.
Jing Rong didn't ask further.
Mo Ruo, on the other hand, was drinking to his heart's content. He raised the wine jug in his hand and said to the people below, "This is a top-notch aged wine from the manor. Do you want a sip? It's delicious."
"You must have stolen it."
"How can you say I stole it? Good wine with idle people is for taking, not stealing. Your wording is wrong. "
"Sophistry."
"Sophistry? I don't like it. I'm talking about the philosophy of the ancients. Every word is essence. "
Jing Rong smiled. Although he couldn't see the righteous expression of the man on the roof, he could imagine that it must be funny and adorable.
He shook his head helplessly and ignored him.
After a long time —
After Mo Ruo finished his wine, he placed the wine jug by his hand. The roof tiles were stacked on top of each other and were uneven to begin with. As soon as the green wine jug left his hand, it rolled off the roof tiles with a few clanging sounds.
It looked like it was about to hit the ground.
Jing Rong reached out and caught it. He weighed it in his hand a few times before gently placing it on the ground.
He could only hear the sound of laughter coming from above.
"Interesting!"
Interesting my ass!
Jing Rong really wanted to smash that drunkard to death with the bottle.
But when he thought about it, he resisted the urge.
Unexpectedly, another voice came from above, "What a coward."
Thus, she started giggling again.
He was not in the mood to fool around with him. Otherwise, that drunkard would have already become a compressed biscuit by now.
After a long time, Mo Ruo's laughter finally stopped. After a moment of silence, he lay down on the roof like a pile of mud. Ji Yunshu thought that he had fallen asleep, but he groggily said, "What if something really happened to Wei Yi? How are you going to explain it to Teacher Ji? After all, he was dragged into this because of the conflict between you and Prince Yi. "
Ugh!
Jing Rong's expression darkened. He didn't expect him to say such a thing.
For a long time, he did not respond. He just stood quietly under the eaves, his deep and dark eyes staring at the lantern in the distance that was on the verge of falling.
He and Mo Ruo.
One above!
One was below!
One was drowsiness!
Silence!
The next morning, the carriages were ready to depart.
However, Marquis Kang did not come to see them off. He was probably still reading that bloodstained diary in his room.
The estate's old steward was a meticulous person. He had stocked the carriages with food and drinks.
"Your Highness, be careful on the road." He bowed.
Jing Rong said, "With so many things happening in the estate, the Marquis might not be able to digest it all in a short time. You must take good care of him."
"Yes, Your Highness, don't worry."
Jing Rong nodded and boarded the carriage.
They slowly moved forward.
The carriages left the city of Jingzhou. After a while, the road was bumpy.
Jing Rong pulled Ji Yunshu into his arms and hugged her tightly, afraid that she would lose her balance and bump into the carriage wall.
When the carriage gradually stabilized, Jing Rong clasped two fingers together and lifted the curtain to take a look. They had already passed through the forest and were on the official road.
"According to our current speed, we can reach the foot of Mount Liang in three days."
They were not far from the capital.
Ji Yunshu lifted the curtain on the other side of the room and looked behind her.
Lang Po saw her and rode over.
She rode over and asked, "Teacher Ji, do you have any instructions?"
"Are Wen Xian and Zhao Huai still following us?"
"They have been following us, but they haven't gotten any closer."
She grunted and poked her head back into the carriage without saying anything.
The caravan traveled on the official road for another day. They were about to arrive at the foot of Mount Liang outside the capital when the weather turned against them. It started to rain cats and dogs. The raindrops fell like jade beads and hit the black roof of the caravan with a pitter-patter. It was as if a big hole had been opened in the sky. The rolling thunder was accompanied by strong winds and heavy rain. It was getting crazier …
In just a short while, the clear sky was shrouded by dense dark clouds.
It was dark and gloomy.
Under such circumstances, it was difficult to move an inch.
Fortunately, there was a Guang 'an Temple nearby. It was located in the mountains. Although it was not famous, it was still quite popular.
Jing Rong ordered them to go to the temple to take shelter from the rain. They would leave after the rain stopped.
The group arrived in the rain, but the main gate of the temple was tightly shut.
The signboard of Guang 'an Temple was just a piece of painted wood with the words' Guang 'an Temple'. It was very simple.
Lang Po got down from his horse and knocked on the door.
After a long time, the red wooden door slowly opened. However, it was only a small gap. A small monk peeked out from inside with his black eyes. He looked at Lang Po from head to toe. When he saw Lang Po's ferocious expression and the long sword in his hand, he froze for a moment and closed the door a little more.
"Benefactor, you are?"
"Little monk, don't be afraid. We are just passing by. It's raining heavily outside and we want to take shelter in the temple. We will leave after the rain stops."
"This …" The small monk did not have the authority to make the decision. "Wait a moment. This small monk will go and inform the abbot."
He quickly closed the door after he finished speaking.
Lang Po was puzzled. He asked the guard beside him, "Don't they say that the monks in the temple have the heart of a Buddha? It's raining so heavily outside. They should open the door immediately and let us in. Why do they need to ask for permission? If this was the battlefield, do you think we would need the governor's permission to open the door when the enemy is pursuing us and we retreat back to the city? If that's the case, we would all be dead. "
Big brother, we are going off topic.
The guard smiled and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "I think the little monk was frightened by you."
"I don't look like I want to eat people."
"Guard Lang, you should really look in the mirror."
After the two of them bickered for a while, the door finally opened. The small monk from before had opened the door completely.
He put his palms together. "Amitabha. The abbot has said that we are one family. We share all hardships and blessings. He asks benefactors to enter the temple to take shelter from the rain. The rain won't stop for a while, so we have arranged a few meditation rooms for benefactors to stay in for the night."
Your abbot is so kind!
Lang Po cupped his hands with his sword. "Many thanks, little monk."
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