Chapter 747

Not hard?

Jing Xian was curious and very interested, so he poured himself a cup of tea.

He held the cup and gently fanned it for a few times. The aroma of tea was refreshing and put it into his mouth for a drink.

Just wait!

But the boy was not in a hurry. Instead, he took a pair of pliers and threw a piece of black charcoal into the stove. The black charcoal fell gently and splashed sparks. He tossed with the pliers and said, "In a few months, winter is coming. I don't know when the first snow this year is? Is it the same as in previous years? Or is it delayed? It's better for you to guess and see if you can guess."

"Your drunken man doesn't mean wine."

"What a disappointment. I'll let you guess. Just guess. There won't be a piece of meat missing."

Jing Xian is ashamed.

He is not bored enough to guess the snowy day.

Mo Chueh smiled, put aside his iron pliers and took a breath. There was a faint smile on the corner of his lips. He looked at the pale Jing Xian and corrected his face, "Originally, Jing Rong may not be able to return to Beijing all his life, but he still came back. This is his life. No one can stop him. No matter how far he hides, he can't avoid fighting for this decision in his life. So this time, I believe he will win the first opportunity and solve the dry well case before Wang Yiwang. It's like... The heavy snow at the winter solstice every year. It's doomed to rain But time is uncertain, and he is destined to win, but how to win is uncertain. "

Drunkard spits philosophy!

But——

Jingxian smiled. "When did you start believing in life?"

"It's not the people who believe in life, it's the people who believe in life."

"People in life?"

He nodded. "Don't you forget that Mr. Ji around Jing Rong is the man of his life."

The implication is that with her, Jingrong will win.

This is a kind of trust!

Jing Xian was silent, as if he was pondering over the words carefully. After a while, a slight smile rose on the corner of his mouth. In an instant, it was blocked by the tea cup sent to his mouth. It was almost invisible. He drank it without thought. He only felt that the tea was warm, but there was no taste. His throat knot rolled and worked hard to put down his lips before he put down the tea cup gently, and his eyes stared at the half cup of tea shaking in the cup, Talking.

"Party struggle, party struggle... What if you win?"

Yeah!

What if you win?

Mo ruo hears the speech, breathes a sigh of relief and says, "in the final analysis, you are still the most leisure. When you are reading and writing here all day, you can also tease the beautiful pigeons you keep, which is better than hovering in the party struggle. Therefore, this is not a good thing."

"Yes! At least here, there is no dispute or ambition. Although it is a little cold, it is better than trying hard to fight for something that doesn't belong to you."

Although there was a trace of desolation on his face, there was a peace of mind in his eyes.

However——

Mo ruo said with words, "if Snipes and mussels compete, the fisherman will benefit."

Uh!

Jing Xian's eyes were deep and his lips opened. "You and I have known each other for more than ten or twenty years. If you have something to say, you might as well say it directly."

See through him!

Mo ruo said seriously, "don't you always think of the palace?"

"So?"

"No matter who ascends the throne in the future, you prince can't continue to stay in the palace."

Yeah!

Either Jing or Jing Rong, if any one of them sits on the throne, he, the Lord, can be granted a house.

Which means leaving the palace,

At the moment, the charcoal fire in the stove was burning very vigorously. The sparks exploded like firecrackers and splashed out of the stove. Several of them just splashed on the back of Mo ruo's hand. He quickly retracted his hand and retracted into his sleeve.

A frown of pain.

Without saying a word!

Jingxian looked at the door and saw the leaves falling one after another. A few of them floated in and landed at the place where they came in, but they were blown up by the breeze and floated out again.

He smiled bitterly, stood up, walked to a large bookshelf with difficult steps, looked for the books on it, and then stretched out his hand to take down a book from it and turned to a page. The original weak eyes were gathering little by little.

The page was full of beautiful handwriting.

His bony fingers rubbed gently on a line of words.

"Don't argue with me, the overlord is not good."

These eight words gradually enlarged in his eyes

"As far as I am concerned, who can ascend the throne and become emperor in the end... Is just the beginning of another party struggle."

In the air, fell into a long silence!

Until a pigeon suddenly flew to the windowsill and broke.

"Goo Goo..."

The pigeon flapped its wings and paced on the windowsill. Its small head was raised high towards Jingxian. A pair of small eyes were very sharp, like human eyes.

Jingxian frowned suddenly, but his subconscious eyes tilted slightly. He glanced at Mo ruo sitting by the stove, then closed his book and walked over, picked up the pigeon and stroked its smooth hair.

"Are you hungry?"

"Goo Goo Goo."

The sharp mouth kept pecking.

Mo ruo got up and walked, joking, "I haven't seen you for months, but your pigeon is getting fatter and fatter. What do you give it all day?"

"Just some rice grains."

"Sure enough, you have to eat more."

Just then, a second pigeon came, and the pigeon was very happy to pace back and forth on the windowsill.

He kept shouting "Goo Goo".

Mo ruo was so playful that he grabbed a handful of rice from the small tube on one side and sprinkled it on the windowsill one by one.

After pecking one, the pigeon could only look at it. It was teased several times and its wings were fanned wildly. It wanted to rush to grab rice.

Mo ruo laughed.

"My pigeon will bite people. If you continue to tease like this, be careful not to be bitten." Jing Xian reminds me.

"Can pigeons still bite?"

"No matter how clever animals are, they will bite people once they are forced."

These words only brought Mo ruo's "creak creak" laughter.

"Don't tease me. This little guy can bite. Who believes it?" He hooked the pigeon's sharp mouth with his fingers and said, "are you a carrier pigeon?"

"Really?" Jingxian didn't know, "I don't know. Maybe."

Unexpectedly, Mo ruo asked him seriously, "tell me honestly, you don't want to communicate with someone outside the palace when you raise these carrier pigeons?"

Uh!

Jingxian is caressing the hand of the pigeon in his arms and suddenly gives a meal.

Eyes slightly open.

Obviously stunned.

I can't speak.

Mo ruo looked at him as if he had found a new world. He patted him and asked, "Why are you so nervous?"

Jing Xian's look instantly returned to calm.

Smile.

"Am I nervous?"