Chapter 1037

"Jing Rong, I didn't lose to you, but to this book."

What Wei Yi holds in his hand is Sun Tzu's art of war!

Jing Rong's eyes tightened a little.

Then, with a wave of his hand, Wei Yi threw the book into the stove not far away.

There was a splash of sparks.

The dry paper ignited a fire and burned out little by little.

It soon became ashes.

Then Wei Yi raised his hand, clasped the mian Diao on his head and took it off.

As soon as the hand was released, the mian Diao fell to the ground

"Bang!" A loud cry.

After the mian Diao landed, the beads on it scattered all over the ground

One by one.

Like soldiers attacking the city.

He walked to Jingrong step by step. With a smile on his mouth, he said ruthlessly, "Jingrong, the last winner is actually me."

With that, he shook his sleeve and walked outside the imperial study.

A Dragon Robe looks very dazzling.

It's also ironic.

He pushed himself to this step with his hands.

There's no turning back.

"Creak!"

He opened the door and the light came in mercilessly from the outside.

This day, come!

Jingrong still stood in place and looked at the beads on the ground, one of which gradually rolled to his feet.

Not long——

Outside, the voice of commander Xiao reading out the last edict came.

Echoed for a long time.

……

Outside the capital, there is a temple full of incense.

People come here every day.

Now it's noon. The monks in the temple rang the bell a few times, echoed in the temple, slowly opened, spread among the mountains and forests, and startled several birds.

The bird fluttered its wings and flew into the forest again.

No trace.

Ji Yunshu was sitting in the carriage up the mountain. He was lifting the curtain and looking out, listening to the ringing bells in the mountains and forests.

It lingers in my heart for a long time.

"Wow ~"

A baby's cry came from the carriage.

She immediately picked Mo Zhi up.

I was probably frightened because I heard the bell.

The little body is very light.

Fragile as if like a flower.

Ji Yunshu held him, patted him gently and coaxed him gently.

After a while, Mo Zhi finally stopped crying. He opened his small eyes and looked at her. His small hand was in his mouth. It was very cute and interesting.

Ji Yunshu spoiled his eyes and scraped his nose gently with his index finger.

"Little guy, why are you looking at me like this?"

Mo Zhi still looked at her and bit his hand very fascinated.

After a while, Lang Po shouted outside, "Miss Ji, here you are."

She answered and hugged Mo Zhi down.

At the gate of the temple, three monks have been waiting there.

The host is in the front, and the two little monks are in the back.

"Amitabha." The host has a gray beard and a kind face.

Ji Yunshu nodded at him.

"I know it's time for benefactor to come, so I'm waiting here."

"There's really a worker's father-in-law."

"Please come in."

Ji Yunshu asked Lang Bo to follow him in, and the rest of the bodyguards stayed outside.

After entering the temple, the smell of incense and candles came to my nostrils.

I don't think it's pungent. On the contrary, it makes people feel very quiet. Coupled with the sound of wooden fish echoing in the temple, it knocks away all the heavy feelings in people's heart one by one.

The host led Ji Yunshu into a meditation room.

Little monk and Lang Bo are waiting outside.

Once inside, the host looked at the baby in her arms and said "Amitabha" again.

"This is the purpose of benefactor's trip?"

Ji Yunshu nodded gently and said, "exactly."

"What's your name?"

"Don't know."

The host nodded: "it's a good name."

Ji Yunshu then took out the jade pendant left by Mo ruo from the swaddling clothes, handed it to the host and said, "this jade pendant was left to him by his father. I hope the abbot will give it to the child in your name when he grows up."

The host took it over, took it in his hand, looked at it, understood it in his heart, but asked, "just benefactor, have you really made a decision?"

This question made Ji Yunshu burst into tears. She looked at Mo ruo. The little guy was still staring at himself.

Those eyes really look like don's.

Although she couldn't bear it, she promised Tang Si that she must do it.

"I hope the child can grow up healthily without any hatred and grief. This is probably the only way I can think of. Please help the abbot." Her voice choked.

"Since benefactor has made a decision, I will take good care of the child."

"Thank you."

She gave the child to the abbot.

The abbot hugged Mo Zhi and seemed to fall in love with him. He felt very friendly at the first sight.

May——

The host frowned again and said, "although the child has wisdom, he is afraid of many disasters. If he has a common fate, it may be difficult to break."

Sighed.

Ji Yunshu suddenly knelt down, kowtowed his head and said, "in short, please."

"Benefactor, get up."

"If one day he asks who his parents are, please tell the abbot that he is an orphan."

"I understand. Please get up, benefactor."

Ji Yunshu got up from the ground.

But his eyes are full of tears.

She looked at Mo Zhi with great pain in her heart.

But in any case, she can't keep Mo Zhi by her side.

He can't let the child know all this.

Just want him to live in good health.

Just as Ji Yunshu was going out, Mo Zhi suddenly began to cry.

Cry loudly.

Seemed to know she was leaving.

Ji yunshula paused and looked back. He couldn't bear to fold back and hold Mo ruo in his arms.

Hold tight.

Mo ruo stopped crying.

Still eating his hands and looking at her.

Ji Yunshu's tears fell on his little face.

She said: "don't know, when you grow up, you can't set foot in the court in any case, let alone have any contact with the royal family."

Don't know if you understand.

The abbot said, "benefactor, if you have decided, don't stop."

She pursed her lips and held Mo Zhi to the abbot.

I left without looking back!

The baby's cry began to ring again.

Echoed in the meditation room.

Very bright!

Just a little while after Ji Yunshu left, a monk went in, looked at the baby in the Abbot's arms and said, "master, give me the child. I must be hungry."

The abbot looked at Mo Zhi and read: "Mo Zhi, Mo Zhi... Later, call him xuanzhi."

"Yes!"

The abbot gave the child to the little monk.

"Amitabha!"

Ji Yunshu endured the pain and left the temple and got on the carriage.

Lang Po rode beside the carriage and said to it, "Miss Ji, don't feel bad."

Ji Yunshu sat inside with tears in his eyes!

A pair of hands tightly intertwined.

For a long time——

She just said to the outside of the carriage, "or this is the only thing I did right."