An Overlord Is Disadvantageous
Not difficult?
Jing Xian was curious and very interested. He poured himself a cup of tea.
He held the teacup and gently fanned it a few times. The fragrance of the tea was refreshing, and he took a sip.
He waited patiently for Mo Ruo to continue.
Instead, he picked up a piece of charcoal with a pair of tongs and threw it into the stove. The charcoal fell lightly and sparks flew. He fiddled with the pair of tongs as he said, "In a few months, winter will arrive. I wonder when the first snow of the year will be? Will it be the same as previous years? Or will it be delayed? Why don't you guess and see if your guess is accurate? "
"You have ulterior motives."
"How disappointing. I'm letting you guess, so just guess. It's not like you'll lose anything."
Jing Xian blushed with shame.
He wasn't so bored as to guess when it would snow.
Mo Ruo smiled and put the pair of tongs aside. He exhaled, a faint smile on his lips as he looked at the pale Jing Xian. "Jing Rong might not be able to return to the capital for the rest of his life, but he still came back. This is his fate, and no one can stop it. Even if he hides far away, he can't avoid this fate. So this time, I believe that he will definitely seize the initiative and solve the Dried Well Case before Prince Yi does. This is just like … the heavy snow of the winter solstice every year. It is destined to fall, but the timing is uncertain. He is destined to win, but how he will win is uncertain."
A drunkard spouts philosophy!
But …
Jing Xian smiled faintly, "When did you start believing in fate?"
"I don't believe in fate. I believe in the person in my fate."
"The person in my fate?"
He nodded, "Have you forgotten that Teacher Ji by Jing Rong's side is the person in his fate?"
In other words, with her around, Jing Rong will definitely win.
This is a kind of trust!
Jing Xian was silent, as if he was carefully pondering over Mo Ruo's words. After a while, the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile, but it was instantly blocked by the teacup that was brought to his lips. He took a sip without thinking and felt that the tea was a little warm, but it was completely tasteless. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he tried to press his lips together before he gently put down the teacup. His gaze was fixed on the half-filled cup of tea as he muttered under his breath.
"Faction war, faction war … So what if we win?"
Yes!
So what if they won?
Mo Ruo heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this. "At the end of the day, you're the one with the most leisure time. You can stay here all day reading and writing. When you're bored, you can even tease the beautiful pigeons you're raising. It's much better than being caught up in the politics. So, this isn't necessarily a bad thing."
"Yeah! At least here, there are no disputes or ambitions. Although it's a little cold, it's still better than racking one's brains to fight for something that doesn't belong to one. "
Although a trace of desolation flashed across his face, his eyes flowed with a sense of peace and tranquility.
However —
Mo Ruo's words carried a hidden meaning. "When the sandpiper and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits."
Ah!
Jing Xian's eyes darkened. "You and I have known each other for more than twenty years. If you have something to say, there's no harm in saying it."
He had seen through him!
Mo Ruo earnestly said, "Haven't you always wanted to leave the palace?"
"So?"
"No matter who ascends the throne in the future, as a prince, it's impossible for you to continue staying in the palace."
Yes!
Whether it was Jing Yi or Jing Rong, if either of them sat on the throne, he, as a prince, would be under a feudal government.
This also meant that — — the Li Palace.
At this moment, the charcoal fire in the stove was burning vigorously. Sparks exploded like firecrackers, flying out of the stove. A few of them landed on the back of Mo Ruo's hand. He quickly withdrew his hand and hid it in his sleeve.
His brows furrowed in pain.
But he didn't make a sound!
Jing Xian looked outside the door and saw leaves falling one after another. A few drifted in and landed near the door, but they were picked up by the breeze and floated out.
He smiled bitterly, propped himself up, and walked with difficulty to a large bookshelf. His gaze searched through the books on it, and then he reached out to take a book from the shelf. When he flipped to a page, his originally powerless eyes began to focus little by little.
On that page, it was filled with dense and delicate handwriting.
His well-defined fingers gently rubbed the line of words on the page.
"Don't fight with me, the overlord is at a disadvantage."
These eight words gradually grew larger in his eyes … …
"In the end, who will ascend to the throne and become the emperor, to me … … it's just the beginning of another factional struggle."
The air sank into a long silence!
Until a pigeon suddenly flew onto the windowsill and broke the silence.
"Coo, coo, coo … …"
The pigeon flapped its wings and paced on the windowsill. Its small head was raised high towards Jing Xian. Its small eyes were very sharp, just like a human's eyes.
Jing Xian's brows suddenly furrowed, but he subconsciously glanced at Mo Ruo who was sitting next to the stove. Then he closed the book in his hand and walked over. He picked up the pigeon and stroked its smooth fur.
"Are you hungry?"
"Gu gu gu."
Its sharp beak continuously pecked.
Mo Ruo got up and walked over. He teased, "I haven't seen you in a few months, but your pigeon is getting fatter and fatter. What do you feed it all day?"
"Just some rice."
"Sure enough, it needs to eat more."
Just then, a second pigeon flew over. This pigeon was very happy and paced back and forth on the windowsill.
"Gu gu gu" it called out incessantly.
Mo Ruo's playful heart burst. He grabbed a handful of rice from a small tube and sprinkled it on the windowsill one by one.
The pigeon could only watch helplessly after pecking at one grain. It was teased several times, flapping its wings madly, wanting nothing more than to snatch the rice.
Mo Ruo laughed heartily.
"My pigeons bite people. If you continue to tease them like this, be careful not to get bitten." Jing Xian reminded him.
"Pigeons bite people?"
"No matter how obedient an animal is, once it's cornered, it will still bite people."
These words were only met with Mo Ruo's giggles.
"Don't tease me. Who would believe that this little fellow would bite people?" He hooked his finger around the pigeon's sharp beak. He asked curiously, "Your pigeon is a carrier pigeon, right?"
"Is that so?" Jing Xian did not know. "I'm not too sure. Maybe."
Unexpectedly, Mo Ruo tilted his head and asked him seriously, "Tell me honestly, you're not raising these carrier pigeons to communicate with someone outside the palace, are you?"
Ah!
Jing Xian's hand that was stroking the pigeon in his arms suddenly stopped.
His eyes widened.
He was obviously stunned.
He was speechless.
Mo Ruo looked at him as if he had discovered a new continent. He reached out and patted him, "Why are you so nervous?"
Jing Xian's expression instantly returned to normal.
He laughed lightly.
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