The Virtuous Prince's residence.
The snowstorm did not stop, but it was not as fierce as before. After it gradually weakened, Jing Xian walked out of the house and stood under the eaves. He looked at the icicles hanging from the tiles. Some were long, some were short, and they looked like sharp silver needles.
He seemed to be in a trance.
His eyes gradually became lax.
After some time, someone suddenly came to report, "Your Highness, Young Master Mo has sent a letter."
'Eh?'
His expression changed, and he frowned slightly. He turned around, took the letter, and opened it to read.
'Inviting me to the stud farm!
'At this time?
Although the snow is not heavy, it is not light either. '
Jing Xian pondered for a moment, but in the end, he still went.
In the stud farm.
As soon as he entered, he saw Mo Ruo riding in circles on a horse. At this time, the snow was much lighter. Mo Ruo did not know how long he had been here. His hair, clothes, and face were covered with snowflakes. Even so, it could not hide his valiant and heroic bearing.
Mo Ruo looked at him and raised the horsewhip in his hand, gently waving it on the horse's back.
The horse began to gallop in his direction.
Mo Ruo smiled. "I have been waiting for you for a long time."
'Huh?'
"Why did you invite me here on such a heavy snowy day?"
"Riding a horse in a heavy snowy day is a different style."
Jing Xian was puzzled. At this time, Jing Rong was imprisoned, so why was Mo Ruo still in the mood to ride a horse here?
However, he did not ask.
Mo Ruo asked him, "Do you want to give it a try?"
"Sure!" Jing Xian readily agreed.
Thus, someone immediately prepared a good horse for him.
This was not his first time riding a horse. When he was still in the Eighth Prince's residence, his imperial father had taken him to ride a horse several times. However, he was still young at that time and had forgotten all the tricks. As soon as he got on the horse's back, he naturally became a novice. He subconsciously clamped his legs around the horse's abdomen and wrapped the reins around his wrist twice.
Only then did he feel at ease.
Mo Ruo watched all of his actions.
"Are you afraid?" Mo Ruo asked.
"A little." Jing Xian smiled. Mo Ruo said, "Actually, horses are born to be very docile animals. There is no difference between good and bad, and there is no difference between being stubborn and docile. However, this all depends on whether they can meet a good trainer. If they can, then they will become a fierce horse that gallops on the battlefield, killing enemies on the battlefield is not a problem.
Down! But if it encounters a bad trainer, no matter how good a horse is, it will become a proud horse that is hard to tame. It will never lower its head, and it is even more unwilling to submit to someone else's crotch! "
His voice was gentle and deep, but it was clearly like countless sharp swords that could stab people until they were badly mutilated.
Jing Xian vaguely understood the meaning behind her words, but he remained calm on the surface.
He even pretended that he didn't understand and smiled.
Your smile is still as harmless as before!
Mo Ruo suddenly dismounted from his horse. Holding onto Jing Xian's reins, he slowly led the horse forward.
One was on horseback!
One was leading the horse!
The bone-chilling cold wind blew directly at their faces. It even wantonly burrowed into their clothes and kept 'biting'! Your Imperial Mother and my father came from the same sect, and your Imperial Mother's medical skills were in no way inferior to my father's. She could even be called a divine physician of her generation. If it weren't for her, my mother would have died, and I wouldn't be here. But in the end, I caught a cold and passed away. Ever since I could remember, my father had always told me that your Imperial Mother was the Mo family's benefactor. Even if he had to give up his life, he would protect all of you. That year, after your Imperial Mother passed away, you were unlucky enough to fall ill. My father racked his brains to save you.
My father racked his brains to save you, but before he died, he repeatedly warned me that if he died one day, I should help him cure you. After all these years, the heavens finally paid off, and your illness was finally cured. "
Jing Xian couldn't see his expression.
He only asked, "Why are you suddenly saying this?"
"I just remembered."
"My Imperial Mother and your Mo family are indebted to each other, but your Mo family is indebted to me. Perhaps this is fate."
Mo Ruo suddenly stopped.
He didn't move an inch.
"What's wrong?" Jing Xian asked.
Mo Ruo turned around and looked at him with a serious expression. "Jing Xian, all these years, I've always treated you as a brother and spared no effort to cure your illness. You said you wanted to leave the palace, and I asked Miss Ji for help. In the end, Jing Rong asked for an audience with the Emperor, and you were allowed to leave the palace and enter the court."
"I should be thanking him."
"From the beginning, he didn't want the throne, and even wanted to hand it over to you. You should know that Jing Rong's mind isn't on the court. Sooner or later, he will leave the capital with Miss Ji, and you are destined to be the future heir."
"Mo Ruo, you …"
"I'm telling you this in the hope that you can understand that Jing Rong is not your enemy!"
Ugh!
Jing Xian almost fell off his horse.
Fortunately, he held the reins tightly in his hands.
His face was deathly pale.
He pursed his lips for a while. "What do you mean by that?"
It was a very light question.
Mo Ruo's face was cold. He raised his eyes and looked at the innocent Jing Xian. "Jing Rong is currently in prison, bearing such a heavy crime. After the annual sacrifice, the Emperor will certainly punish him, and the one who will benefit the most is you, right?"
Ugh!
"Are you doubting me?" Jing Xian was annoyed.
"I made a bet with myself. I bet that I would trust you because I thought I understood you. But I was wrong. Trust doesn't exist between you and me." Mo Ruo smiled bitterly and loosened the reins in his hands.
The horse seemed to have broken free of its restraints and raised its front hooves high.
"Hiss ~"
Jing Xian fell off the horse's back. He was in a sorry state.
His face was a mess as he lay on the ground.
One of his attendants saw him and immediately rushed over to help him up.
"Get out of my way!" he shouted.
The attendant was frightened and immediately walked away.
He struggled to get up from the ground. The gentle and innocent expression in his eyes completely disappeared, revealing a cold and greedy expression. He sneered at Mo Ruo in front of him.
Damn it!
Mo Ruo grabbed his collar and angrily said, "Jing Xian, do you know what you are doing? How did you become like this? Why? "
Roar!
Jing Xian curled his thin and strange lips and pushed him away. He slightly raised his chin. "Mo Ruo, if you want to blame someone, blame the heavens. Who asked me to be born in the imperial family? From the day I was born, my fate was decided. Fight! It will never stop! Either you die, or I die. I have no choice. "
This was the real Jing Xian!
The real Jing Xian hidden under his sickly appearance finally tore off that fake mask!
The disappointment in Mo Ruo's heart almost spread to his whole body. That feeling tore apart the trust he had for Jing Xian for many years.
Speechless!
Still speechless!
Jing Xian narrowed his eyes and sinisterly said, "Mo Ruo, don't blame me. I have no choice. If I don't get rid of Jing Rong, even if I ascend the throne in the future, I won't be able to rest easy. But now … if you choose to stand on my side, we can still be like before."
Bah!
Mo Ruo sneered. He leaned close to Jing Xian's ear and said, "The fledgling returns to the forest, it has always been predestined."
Ah!
Jing Xian's eyes deepened.
Leaving behind that sentence, Mo Ruo turned around and left …
Looking at that figure, Jing Xian's heart became even colder.
"Cough, cough, cough …"
He suddenly coughed.
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