Make peace now?
Ji Wanrong seemed to be stunned by the surprise, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
Zhao Runchu, who was listening on the side, also had his eyes brightened.
The two of them opened their bright eyes, eagerly waiting for Mo Jiecheng's next words, which made Mo Jiecheng feel sad in his heart.
His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he took a step towards Ji Wanrong, blocking Zhao Runchu's almost shining sight.
"I agree to divorce because I know what I did was wrong before, Rong'er. I know you can't wait to leave me. Could you please give me a chance?"
Ji Wanrong frowned, feeling that she didn't understand what Mo Jiecheng meant, so she asked, "What chance?"
"A... chance to pursue you again."
"no!"
Two voices sounded at the same time, Ji Wanrong's voice was almost decisive.
"I'm still queuing up. What are you, an ex-husband who is waiting for divorce, thinking about?"
Zhao Runchu smiled modestly and politely at Mo Jiecheng, but his words were not polite at all.
Mo Jiecheng looked at Ji Wanrong sadly: "You and I haven't reconciled yet, how can you have such...such a despicable man around you?"
Ji Wanrong smiled and retaliate: "When we got married in the past, I didn't see you without a woman by your side. You loved Ji Yunyao and married Gu Mingyue to be your concubine. Are you as inferior as Runchu to them?"
Mo Jiecheng shook his head reflexively: "No, I don't love Ji Yunyao. Rong'er, the only one I love is you."
"Your heart is full of people." Ji Wanrong slowly pushed away Mo Jiecheng's hand that was blocking her, and after saying the last words, he planned to leave.
"There is no need to say anything like this if we pursue you again. I just hope that you will make peace with His Majesty today so that we can get together and part ways easily and leave each other with dignity."
After she said this, she stepped forward without hesitation.
Mo Jiecheng wanted to grab her sleeve from behind, but missed.
He stood there blankly, the hand holding the crabapple flower hanging feebly by his side.
The originally blooming crabapple flowers seemed to have suddenly withered.
He didn't expect that even his request to pursue it again and start over would not be accepted.
Mo Jiecheng looked at Ji Wanrong's back, took a long step forward, and then blurted out another shout.
"Star!"
Ji Wanrong in front of him suddenly stopped.
When she heard someone calling her "Xingxing", she stopped almost reflexively and looked behind her again.
It was probably the body's instinctive reaction, and even Ji Wanrong himself was stunned.
Mo Jiecheng watched Ji Wanrong turn his head, and his whole body suddenly became excited.
He finally remembered the purpose of his visit today, so he took a few steps forward and explained to Ji Wanrong in a hurry.
"At that time, on the cliff, even though I said that, I didn't really want to save just Ji Yunyao. I also wanted to save you."
"I know that sentence is very hurtful, but it is just a stopgap measure. I have already asked Chongzhou to prepare a complete plan. The hidden guard is climbing up from the cliff, and the long arrow is already aimed at the thief's back. Both of you are Can be rescued.”
Ji Wanrong was stunned when he heard this.
"And my original intention was not to save Ji Yunyao. It's just that I was too stupid before and was deceived. From the beginning to the end, the only thing I wanted to save was the stars and you."
"Rong'er, you are my star, you are my savior, Rong'er, the one I want to save from the beginning to the end is you!"
After Mo Jiecheng said this, all the things that happened in the past appeared in his mind.
He was blind at that time and could not see the faces of the stars, which caused all the misunderstandings.
But when his eyes healed, his heart became even blinder, which is why he did so many wrong things!
Ji Wanrong listened to Mo Jiecheng's words, looked at his scarlet eyes, lowered his eyelids slightly, and then said coldly: "No, I am not a star."
"I'm not the person you imagined, I'm just Ji Wanrong."
This indifferent answer was almost beyond Mo Jiecheng's expectations.
While Mo Jiecheng was stunned, Ji Wanrong had already turned around and left.
Today, a noble man came to Xie's house and had been waiting for her for a long time.
Mo Jiecheng raised his head blankly and looked at Ji Wanrong's back.
Zhao Runchu was leaning sideways, chatting with Ji Wanrong.
He could even hear the conversation between the two people.
"Rong'er, why did you look back just now?"
Ji Wanrong's faint voice penetrated into Mo Jiecheng's ears: "I don't know, it's probably a conditioned reflex, but it's not important."
Zhao Runchu nodded: "You told me that you had a fall before. It may be the congestion in your brain that caused some of your memory loss. I seem to have seen it in the notes left by the ghost-hand doctor. get through this situation.”
Ji Wanrong himself knew that this was the reason, but he was very curious about the notes of the ghost-hand miracle doctor that Zhao Runchu said, so she asked hurriedly.
"The notes of the magic doctor with ghost hands? Can I take a look at it?"
Zhao Runchu smiled: "Why not? Isn't this a note that belongs to you? I will find it when I get back and send it to your house."
Mo Jiecheng felt that the winter wind was really cold.
The biting cold wind blew against his face, as if it was chipping away at his bones.
There is no such small, soft and warm hand in the palm of my hand.
When Ji Wanrong returned to Xie's house, the housekeeper said that the distinguished guest had been waiting in the flower hall for a long time.
When Zhao Runchu saw that Ji Wanrong had other distinguished guests to meet, he left first.
When Ji Wanrong arrived at the flower hall, he saw the profile of Master Jiuyun, with his high nose bridge and deep-set eye sockets, which showed his perseverance, but also made people feel the gentleness beyond the years.
His back was straight, his eyes were closed, and his thin lips opened and closed as if he was chanting sutras.
The atmosphere of the flower hall seemed to have changed because of him. When Ji Wanrong stepped through the threshold, his impetuous heart calmed down instantly.
Master Jiuyun seemed to feel Ji Wanrong's movement, slowly opened his eyes and smiled slowly at her.
"I'm sorry, Master Jiuyun, for keeping you waiting."
"No, I should thank you." Master Jiuyun's amber eyes looked into the distance, as if he had said everything, but also as if he had said nothing.
"It's time for me to leave, so before I leave, I came here to see you, Lord Qinghui."
After Master Jiuyun came out of Fahua Temple, he came to Xie's house and didn't go anywhere else.
Ji Wanrong pursed her lips and was silent for a long time before saying: "The eldest princess's mansion is right next to Xie's house. It's very close. Master Jiuyun, won't you go and take a look? Look... the patients I have cured, Virgin Princess.”
Master Jiuyun suddenly smiled, with a hint of sadness in his smile.
This Buddhist scholar who was debating scriptures at the age of ten, could understand world affairs at the age of thirteen, and was born with precocious wisdom, did not know what he was remembering, and his eyes were full of sadness.
He can save everyone in the world, but it seems he can't save the people he wants to save.
"The shortest distance in the world is the farthest distance."
He smiled and looked into the distance, the sunlight shining into his amber eyes, making his pupils seem transparent.
"The same goes for County Master Qinghui. The person you are searching for may not be in another world, but by your side."
