What kind of arrogance is this? Illusion objects are not so easy to create. I think it took more than ten years for the Emperor's Mansion to be far away from the Eastern Continent and it took more than ten years to collect these seven items. How can it be achieved overnight?
"My illness has been cured and I don't need the magic stone to protect me." Mo Shuruo was afraid that he would do something that would endanger him again, so he quickly put the things back in his hands.
Yan Jue said: "Don't worry, it's just a matter of integrating Qi and finding a host body. It won't be a waste of energy."
During the conversation, her thoughts were no longer tense, and her body was relaxed a lot. She was just worried about making the fantasy stone, and she didn't want him to work hard for her anymore. "The city lord is so kind, the Mo family will definitely do a lot of things in the future."
I won't give up, but Shu Ruo really can't accept this kind of love." She secretly made a hard decision and didn't want to bother with it any more, "You have done enough for me, please don't take any more care of Shu Ruo in the future.
.parking!"
After stopping the carriage, Mo Shuruo didn't dare to look at his expression, so he jumped out and walked back. She said she was soft-hearted towards him, but the words she said were so heartless. Love hurts people, and five years of pain has been enough for her.
I'm really afraid that I won't be able to bear it anymore and will be disappointed after having high expectations.
"Mo Shuruo!" Yan Jue chased after her and grabbed her hand. He felt inexplicably uncomfortable, but he had always been gentle and disdainful of forcing others, "I sent it to you voluntarily, with no other intention. Since you are determined to disagree with me,
Treat it as a thank-you gift in return for our sincere exchanges with you."
Just when Mo Shuruo was about to refuse, a sudden thunderbolt struck the dark sky, frightening all her words back. On the gravel road in the suburbs, a thatched pavilion stood in the flower field in the distance. Yan Jue pulled her towards that direction, "
Let’s take shelter from the rain first.”
As soon as the two of them entered the thatched shed, heavy rain started to fall. Mo Shuruo leaned on the pillar, picking at the broken tree knots on the pillar.
His abnormal behavior made Uncle Mo feel uneasy. You must know that the relationship between the two of them in the past was a bit unclear. They could not be called good friends, but they were too close to be called subordinates. Yan Jue's abnormality must be due to
For some reason, it is impossible to be forced by others, and it is even more impossible out of his own heart. If Uncle Mo doesn't understand, he doesn't dare to ask, so he can only accept it awkwardly while feeling uncomfortable. He wants to act according to the situation.
Say it again.
Looking at her side face, Yanjue's expression was a little solemn, "You don't want to accept my wishes and have any further friendship with me. I can ignore these things, but I have some questions that I can't answer before we say goodbye. I hope you can
Can you tell me the truth."
The rain outside was noisy, and his voice was much louder than before. Looking at his expression, it didn't look like a joke. Mo Shuruo put down his hand and said seriously: "Okay."
"The day you first arrived in Baiyue, what decision did you make in the backyard?"
Mo Shuruo searched his mind and was suddenly dumbfounded. He didn't expect that he would still remember this thing that happened in the year of the monkey.
"What were those words you wrote on the Baiyue Ghost Festival? And what were those words in the underground river of Yanya Prison before I fainted?"
Although his voice was still gentle and indifferent, every word struck his heart like a thorn. Mo Shuruo blinked his eyes and his legs and feet became weak. Did he know anything when he asked like this? Or maybe he had heard those words and was just pretending not to.
I knew I was lying to her! Thinking about it this way, cold sweat ran down my back and my voice was trembling, "You know?"
Looking at her suddenly pale cheeks, Yan Jue became even more curious, "What do you know?"
When he asked this, Mo Shuruo couldn't tell whether he really didn't know or whether he was pretending not to know, but at least she reacted and couldn't let herself show her weakness anymore, "No, there's nothing!" She turned around and looked at it for a while.
After landing on the ground, I looked at the sky, feeling extremely panicked.
Yan Jue took a step closer and asked, "Why don't you dare to confess?" In the past few months, he didn't believe that Mo Shuruo hadn't had feelings for him once.
"Nothing, how do you want me to confess!" Mo Shuruo covered his ears and closed his eyes, losing his mind a little, "I beg you, don't force me anymore!"
He was stunned for a while and murmured: "You really only have fear of me..." After a while, he still whispered, "But I have selfish motives for you..."
She suddenly turned her head to look at him. Yan Jue's expression was very solemn, and he didn't look like someone who could tell jokes. Did she mishear just now, or...
"It's me, I have feelings for you." He repeated it again, looking at her quietly, smiling a little heart-wrenchingly, "These words may sound a bit heavy to you, but it doesn't matter, you don't mean that.
, just treat it as a cool breeze after the summer, forget it after listening to it, don’t feel embarrassed, I will not see you again in the future."
He turned around and took less than two steps when she grabbed the corner of his sleeve. Mo Shuruo was stunned for a long time before he found his voice, "What did you say?" It wasn't that he didn't hear clearly, but he couldn't believe it! Yan Jue said that he
In love with herself? Mo Shuruo suddenly heard a click and shouted inwardly! The wall she had finally built in her heart collapsed... For a moment, she felt that the light and shadow were intertwined in front of her eyes, as if there were many people wandering in front of her.
Wandering back and forth, Uncle Mo tried to open his mouth, but couldn't make any sound. In a daze, he managed to spit out a few words, "Is everything you said true?"
Time seemed to have suddenly stopped.
Yan Jue was so shocked by this scene that he blinked twice and lost his mind for a rare moment, "Mo Shuruo?"
Uncontrollable excitement surged up in her heart, and she felt a little breathless. She closed her eyes and fell into Yan Jue's arms.
Yes, she fainted.
These words were far more irritating to her than a blow. After all, the person who said these words was none other than Yan Jue! He was the person she had secretly admired for five years.
When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to the inn. It was still raining outside, the whole sky was pitch black, and the room was a little damp. Mo Shuruo sat up and wrapped the quilt around him. Thinking of the previous things, he laughed and cried.
Fortunately no one else saw her, otherwise they would have thought she was crazy.
The wooden door rang twice, and Fang Hongzhao opened the door and came in, "You're awake. What's wrong with your body? You're too weak."
Mo Shuruo hugged the quilt and apologized: "I'm troubling you again."
She sighed and remembered something, "By the way, your senior brother is here. Maybe he will come to see you later."
Mo Shuruo raised his hand and knocked lightly on his forehead, "Yes, I still have something to ask him. I'll go find him." As he was about to get out of bed, he was stopped by Fang Hongzhao.
"He is talking to the city lord, he is not in a hurry."
When he thought of Yan Jue, his heart began to beat faster. Mo Shuruo quickly raised his hand to cover his hot cheek, "He? What can senior brother and the city lord say?"
Fang Hongzhao was so nervous that he didn't notice it. He leaned over and whispered: "I overheard a few words when I came out. They seemed to be talking about something about the Mo family."
Mo Shuruo blinked his eyes full of confusion, "Mo family?"
"Shuruo, you're awake..."
Just as Xiang Jingji had entered the house, Fang Hongzhi was very discerning and immediately stood up and walked out, "I have something else to do, you guys can talk."
He walked over and sat down by the bed, his expression a bit hesitant to speak. Mo Shuruo saw the problem and said, "Senior brother, if you have anything to say, you might as well say it directly. You also know that I don't like others hiding anything from me."
Xiang Jingyi sighed and looked at her a few more times, "Suruo, I'm not going back to Qing'an..."
The smile on his face gradually became stiff, "What do you mean by not returning to Qing'an?"
He turned his head, pinched the clothes on his knees, and said firmly: "Your Highness is alone in Northern Xinjiang, I can't worry about it."
She was in disbelief and her voice was trembling, "What happens after that? Will you come back?"
Xiang Jingyi looked embarrassed and couldn't bear it, "I'm sorry..."
Hearing the news, Mo Shuruo didn't know whether he was happy for Anal or sad for himself. People are like this, no matter how long they depend on each other, they will always have their own places to go. There is no need to force whether to stay or not.
It's just that there's always some pain in letting go.
"Are you leaving the Mo family?" Seeing him nodding, Mo Shuruo seemed to have had his soul sucked out of his whole body, and he was in a daze. Xiang Jingyi was a relative, an elder brother who had grown up together, so for a moment, she said this, no matter how open-minded she was.
Don't treat it as if it doesn't matter.
"sorry……"
Mo Shuruo endured the pain and shed tears, sighed, and seemed to be talking to himself, "Mo Chuan went to Baiyue, and you won't go back..."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Apart from these three words, he seemed unable to say anything else.
"You don't have to say sorry to me." Mo Shuruo smiled, "The Mo family is free to come and go. Since you have made the decision, there is no need to feel sorry."
"Shu Ruo..."
"I'm tired, you can go out." Going back, Mo Shuruo turned his back to him, closed his eyes and stopped talking.
She was a little angry. Although she was also happy that he had found a place where he belonged, her emotions were beyond her control. Not long after the footsteps left, someone else came in. Mo Shuruo closed his eyes and refused to open them, noticing that he had arrived.
He sat down next to the bed. Because of the cold air, he didn't even have to guess.
"Sad."
Mo Shuruo didn't respond.
He sighed, "Would you like a drink?"
Mo Shuruo slowly opened his eyes, "I don't know how to drink."
"Do you want to give it a try?" Knowing that he would not get any answers if he waited like this, Yan Jue stood up and left, leaving behind, "I'll wait for you in the corridor."
The sound of closing the door sounded, and Mo Shuruo slowly sat up. After Yan Jue had finished a bottle under the eaves, she slowly opened the door and came out. Yan Jue turned around and saw her wrapped in a gray-white cloak, with her hair in a bun.
Her face was loose, her face was still a little pale, and she had an inexplicable, sickly beauty that was endearing.
Yan Jue was leaning on the pillar, holding a jar of wine from who knows where in his right hand, looking very comfortable, and smiled, "Are you feeling better?" He must have been a little drunk, and his eyes were a little hazy.
Mo Shuruo looked up at him and complained slightly, "You know I have been stimulated enough today."
He smiled, patted his side and said, "Come and sit."
Good wine on a rainy night is a rare pleasure.
Mo Shuruo felt inexplicably sad, but he no longer felt embarrassed. He sat down and saw him hand over a bottle of wine, "This is fruit wine, you should like it."
Mo Shuruo was stunned for a moment, then took it with both hands, and when he touched his cold fingers, he lowered his head and said, "It's very cold tonight, you should wear more clothes."
Yanjue raised his head and took another sip of wine. He looked at the curtain of rain falling on the eaves like silk threads and shook his head. "I have been practicing the art of keeping out the cold for many years, and I have gradually become less aware of the cold and heat."
Mo Shuruo moved closer to him, covered his knees with his cloak, and whispered: "You shouldn't ignore it, your body won't be able to bear it."
Yan Jue smiled and said, "I didn't expect this." He suddenly approached, and when she was about to retreat in surprise, he grabbed her hand in time. "Don't move."
Mo Shuruo froze for a moment. He pulled his hand but did not pull it out. His ears were red with embarrassment, "You... let go."
"I let you go, don't run away."
Mo Shuruo struggled, "I know..."
So he really let go of his hand, feeling a little reluctant to let go for a moment. The rainy night kept stopping, and the ticking sound had no intention of stopping. Uncle Mo was so confused that he was pounding like the rain, and his hands were still under the cloak.
He stopped picking his palms and looked at Yan Jue again, with a smile on his lips, seemingly very happy.
"You seem to be in a good mood today?"
He looked back at her, "Of course."
Mo Shuruo's thoughts were different from those of his daughter's family. He was shy but not overwhelmed by love again and again. She looked at the rain and slowly adjusted her mood. When she calmed down, this kind of confrontation seemed to be nothing.
"What are the city lord's plans next?"
Yanjue was not a person who could talk about love, so the two of them were very happy just to sit quietly and watch the rain.
He shook the wine jar and said, "I'll take you and Hongdrill home first, and then go back to Tianmu Peak."
After going round and round, they still had to separate. Mo Shuruo drank wine and took one gulp, his throat was bitter and sweet, "The matter in Northern Xinjiang is over, but I can't feel happy anymore. During this period, I feel that a lot has happened.
But I feel like nothing happened." Mo Shuruo smiled bitterly, "It's really like a dream."
Yanjue turned to look at her, "Are you reluctant to let go of Xiang Jingyi?"
Mo Shuruo nodded, "After all, we grew up together... The Mo family doesn't force anyone to stay, but I'm still a little sad that he won't come back to Qing'an. The world is so big, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to see him again after we are separated."