Heart disease!
This man was really insightful.
Lang Po smacked his lips and asked urgently, "Then, Young Master Mo, can this illness be cured?"
"It's difficult!"
"Difficult? Does that mean there is a cure? "
"There is, but I'm afraid you don't want to." Mo Ruo sighed.
Lang Po said seriously, "No matter what, I must cure this illness."
Just as he finished speaking …
Mo Ruo raised his finger and knocked on his forehead.
"No wonder Ziran always calls you a blockhead. It's true. If this illness could be cured, then there would be no more joys and sorrows in this world."
He rubbed his forehead, not understanding what Mo Ruo meant.
After all, first love was ignorant!
Lang Po lowered his head, his expression solemn.
He sighed and said, "Could it be that … I'm really going to die?"
As he spoke, he touched his heart.
He really believed Mo Ruo.
Mo Ruo really wanted to laugh when he saw his expression.
He shook his head.
"I'm just teasing you. Why do you have so little common sense? A heart disease can only be cured with mental medicine. With mental medicine, it will naturally be cured and you won't die. But … if you don't want to take that mental medicine and insist on taking poison, then you will die without a doubt. "
"Mental medicine? What mental medicine? "Lang Po asked, feeling that he could be saved.
Mo Ruo straightened his body and asked seriously, "Tell me the truth. Is it related to that Miss Qin?"
Ah!
Lang Po panicked. "This … you … How did you know?"
"Even a fool would know."
"…"
"Actually, you don't have to worry about it. If you like her, then like her. If you don't, then don't. Why worry? Do you think you're sick? I think you're not sick, you're clearly dying. "
Lang Po was innocent. "Young Master Mo, don't tease me. You know that I've been with His Highness since I was young. The woman I interacted with the most was Miss Ji. That's why I came to ask you. "
Mo Ruo narrowed his eyes.
Then …
He picked up the wine cup in front of him and gulped it down.
Then he said, "Lang Po, oh Lang Po, that Miss Qin is not only your mental illness, but also your mental medicine. If you want to live, you have to take that mental medicine. Do you understand?"
"I don't understand!" He was very honest.
What a blockhead!
Mo Ruo said, "Look at you! If he didn't even understand such a simple principle, how did he survive until now? Listen carefully, remember every word I say. "
"Yes." He nodded heavily. If you have love, but don't dare to love, then it will become an illness. If you want to cure it, you have to cure it. As the saying goes, heart disease needs heart medicine to cure it. This is the truth. If you can meet someone you like, then don't miss it. Miss Qin is a good girl.
You also have feelings for her, so why are you so conflicted? In the end, I got this disease. "
But —
"Then … if I really choose Miss Qin, what will Your Highness do? Why don't you tell me? "
"His Highness is healthy, he doesn't have any pain or illness. He can eat and drink. Why would he need a man like you to follow him around all day? In short, remember what I said … "
"What is it?"
Mo Ruo paused for a moment and drank a few more mouthfuls of wine. His black eyes looked at Lang Po's curious eyes and said, "This sentence is … Your Highness is not yours."
"…"
Lang Po seemed to understand.
But he didn't seem to understand. Mo Ruo knew that he was a straightforward person and didn't know how to beat around the bush, so he changed his explanation. "Let me put it this way. Your Highness likes Miss Ji and won't marry anyone else but her, and Miss Ji won't marry anyone else but him. So, sooner or later, Jing Rong will marry Miss Ji.
When that time comes, they will be free and unfettered in the pugilistic world. Moreover, they will have many children and grandchildren in the future. If you continue to follow them, then you can only chop firewood and fetch water. You will have to work hard without complaint and hang around your Highness and Miss Ji all day long. You will be an old maid and fetch feces and urine all day long … "
Fetch feces and urine!
Pfft —
It's getting more and more ridiculous!
However, Lang Po understood this vulgar explanation this time.
He felt a chill down his spine.
No matter what, he was still an imperial guard, a first-class imperial guard. He held a sword in his hand and beheaded people. How did he become an old maid and fetch feces and urine?
When he thought of that scene, it was like a nightmare!
His face was a mess.
Mo Ruo couldn't help but laugh and continued drinking.
Suddenly —
Someone came in from outside.
"What do you mean fetch feces and urine?" Jing Rong asked.
He was carrying two jugs of wine and was here to drink with Mo Ruo. He happened to hear Mo Ruo's question.
When Lang Po saw him, he quickly jumped up from the carpet.
"Your Highness."
"Sit, let's drink together."
"That …"
Jing Rong had already sat down and raised his head. "What's wrong?"
"Your Highness, I just remembered that I forgot something. I'll take my leave first."
After saying that, he slipped away like a wisp of smoke.
So fast!
Mo Ruo couldn't stop grinning from ear to ear.
Mo Ruo frowned and tapped his fingers on the table. "What's wrong with him?"
"He has a mental illness."
"Mental illness?" Jing Rong was dumbfounded.
Mo Ruo opened the two jugs of wine he brought. "Forget it. Let's not talk about him. Let's drink."
Jing Rong didn't probe further.
The two of them drank to their heart's content.
…
Ji Yunshu went to the place where Bai Yin was imprisoned.
He was sitting on the ground, unbound. His back was leaning against a wooden stake.
The moment the curtain of the tent was opened, the light from the fire outside seeped into the tent. The slanted light shone on Bai Yin's deathly pale face. He squinted his eyes and looked at the person who came in.
The person's back was facing the light, so his face couldn't be seen clearly. When the tent curtain was lowered, the image gradually became clearer.
It was Ji Yunshu!
In her hands was a big bowl and a jug of water.
He laughed and said disdainfully, "What? Did you come to tell me what you found out from that portrait and that wooden tablet?"
She didn't reply. She walked in front of him and placed the big bowl and the jug of water on the ground in front of him.
He looked at the bowl and saw that it was mutton.
It was full.
"Eat!"
Bai Yin was starving, but he didn't have the slightest intention of moving when he saw the food in front of him.
"Didn't you want to know about the portrait and the wooden tablet? Since you want to know, I'll spare your life. If you die, you'll never know. "
Bai Yin's eyes flickered when he heard this. He reached for the bowl and grabbed the meat inside to eat.
He wolfed it down!
Ji Yunshu silently sat down.
She stared at him as he ate.
This was the first time she looked at him so carefully.
The fierceness in Bai Yin's eyes lessened and was replaced by a sense of gentleness.
She looked at his eyebrows, his eyes, his nose, his mouth, his chin …
She looked at them one by one.
In a flash, he looked somewhat similar to her. But when she looked at him carefully, she felt that they didn't look alike at all.
As she looked, she started to measure his cheekbones.
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