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On weekdays, Moro seems to be obsessed with paper drunken gold.

But -

He is very awake.

It seems that from the time that Ji Yunshu promised that condition, he was ready to plan.

Jing Xian smiled, "Although Mr. Ji is smart, some things are not a panacea, and it is really an unknown whether he can leave the palace."

The tone is weak!

Moro reached out and patted him on the shoulder and said, "It will come out of the palace."

Very firm!

Over the years, Moro has said this to him many times.

Snoring –

Suddenly a pigeon flew to the window.

There were some scattered grains of rice in front of the window, and the pigeons pacing and bowed their heads and began to peck.

Moru's eyes lit up, got up and went over, pinch some rice grains, and threw it on the window sill, and his mouth "tiped".

Playing with pigeons.

The pigeon was not afraid of people and continued to bow down and pecked.

“You’ve been raising this pigeon for years, haven’t you?”Moro said.

Jing Xian "n" said: "Yes, raised for three or four years, just came to that meeting, always afraid of life, now, but familiar, not afraid, often, will fly to my shoulder, close to me."

A smile!

Moro looked back at him and was sleepy: "You said that you are in the deep palace, what is not good, how do you like to raise a pigeon?"If it flies away one day and does not come back, will you not die of sorrow.”

"It's good to fly away, it shows that it doesn't like this cage!"

What logic is this!

However, Mo Ruo understood what he meant, and he knew that Jingxian was a bird with broken wings, could not fly into the blue sky, and could not fly outside the palace.

So, maybe I just want to raise a pigeon, comfort and comfort.

As a complement!

After teasing the pigeons for a while, the two chatted for a while.

Moro took the pulse and nodded: "Well, better than before, the medicine I prescribed must continue to drink, and the medicine of the hospital must not be touched."

“Oh, yeah!”

"The weather is also unstable these days, a little rain, a moment out of the clear, do not cold, that is the most important."

“Oh, yeah!”

Very well.

And when Moro left, Jing Xian suddenly called for a record and ordered, "Go and bring me the warm wine that I had warmed before."

“Yes.”

He turned around and immediately brought the wine.

He handed it to Moro and said, "This is the prince specially given to Mozi, and the peach blossom brewing is well-made, and it has been warmed."

The light aroma of wine flowed out of the wooden hawthorn mouth and rushed into the tip of the nose, so that it was full of joy.

The eyes are all gone.

Take it, open the bottle, and take a drink.

The whole person was in a lot of spirit, his eyes narrowed, and his face was like a flower, blooming.

The mouth couldn't help but marvel: "Good wine, it is really good wine, the only person in the world who can bring this wine out is you."It's the only wine you've ever had."

He liked it, and he was happy.

Looking at the sky outside, he said, "Next time you come, I will prepare a few more pots, the sky is not too early, hurry away from the palace."

"Well, I'll see you again in a few days."

Come and drink!

Moru took the wine and happily left the hall of his colleagues.

And after Moro left, Jing Xian let the record retreat, he got up from the whammy chair difficult, took a feeble step, and went to the window.

Looking at the pigeons that were still peeing rice, he stretched out his slender fingers and gently stroked the pigeon’s feathers.

The corner of his mouth went up gently, and said, "Doves, pigeons, thanks to you all these years."

The pigeons "tuan" a word in response.

With his wings, he immediately flew away and soon disappeared into his sight.

He folded back to the rocking chair, his eyes drooping, and looked at the piece of paper that had been burned to the ground in the stove.

The powerless hand holds up tightly.

The original warm eyes also immediately reflected a oozing cold light.

“Mother, it’s fast!”

...

Mo if he left from his fellow temple, he was going to the south gate, but halfway, the footsteps stopped, changed direction, and went to the dedication hall.

Originally, as an outsider, if you can't enter the palace, or enter the harem.

But who let his dead father used to be the royal doctor in the palace, and the art is superior, the middle age is out of the palace, the emperor special gift, the Mo clan, can enter the palace at any time, do not need any token.

This benefit is naturally covered.

When he arrived at the dedication hall, the eunuch led him in and brought him a pot of good tea, but he pushed it aside and began to drink the pot of peach blossoms that Jingxian had warmed for him.

The smell is overflowing!

"Mr. Mo, wait a minute, Princess Huiwen went to Princess Jingxuan, and she will be back in a little while."The eunuch said in good words.

After all, if he is a god doctor, if he is sick, he is expected to save himself!,

It's pretty to think.

If he is in no hurry, wait, wait, wait in the temple while drinking wine.

I don't know how long it took, so I squinted my eyes on that pear chair.

By the time he woke up, it was half an hour later.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that the Confucian was sitting not far away, holding a spoon in his hand, and stirring softly into the bowl.

“Wake up?How do you drink like that?”

The sound of Confucianism was as good as ever.

Moru sat up straight, pressed his hand on his temple, and frowned and asked, “How long have I slept?”

"It's only half an hour."

Kong Yu brought the bowl of sobering soup and handed it to him, and said, "Wake up quickly, or I'll have someone to carry you out of the palace."

Moro picked up the past, and the eyes did not blink and began to drink.

Kong Yu said, “You are really, how do you start drinking with a few pots of wine?”This is the palace, not your Yuhua Pavilion, nor your rivers and lakes."

In a tone, with a little girl-like complaint.

A bowl of sobering soup, it seems that Moru was not awake for a little, raised the bulky eyelids, and looked at the Confucian.

He said, "This peach blossom is made for me by Jingxian, while it is still warm, do not drink it, it is a pity."

"Oh?"So, are you going to look at him?”

“Well.”

“Is the king’s body okay?”A few days ago, I heard a few palace women say that he was sick again, and the doctor went to the doctor, saying that it was an old problem."He looked worried and sat down.

Mo Ru only took a light breath and replied: "The root of the disease that falls all the year round must be slowly cured, sooner or later, but his sex is too weak, the desire to survive is not strong, if it is out of the palace, it is estimated that it will not be eaten."

“Exit the palace?”

He was slightly surprised, and his body leaned in the direction of Moro and asked, “Can you?”The emperor ordered that he not be allowed to leave the palace."

Interesting tone of reminder.