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The waiter placed several hot dishes and a jar of wine on the table, then left.

Bai Zhen removed the seal of mud and poured a cup full of wine for Zhao Boyi and himself. "What's the matter? Drink a bowl first? "

Zhao Boyi sniffed the aroma of the wine, and without saying anything more, he raised his head and took a deep breath.

Bai Zhen raised his eyebrows and downed the wine in one gulp. As the wine flowed down his throat, the burning pain was excruciating. Bai Zhen had only held on for a moment before he could not help but bend down to cover his mouth and cough. The strong coughing caused his cheeks to turn bright red, and his tears began to flow from the pungent wine.

Seeing him like this, Zhao Baiyi did not seem worried at all. Instead, he laughed heartily, "Even now, you still don't know how to drink? If I can't drink it, why would you suggest it? "

Bai Zhen coughed for a long time before stopping. He looked at Zhao Baiyi with misty eyes and lost his calm, "Yunyi, accompany me to drink. If I get drunk and send me upstairs, I can't bear it. " It was hard to say whether it was because he was coughing or because he was crying, or because the sadness in his heart could not be relieved and he was using it to express his feelings. This made him seem very sad.

Zhao Baiyi was stunned, and his face turned serious, "What happened to you?"

Bai Zhen shook his head and reached for his wine jar.

Zhao Baiyi quickly grabbed his hand, and spoke with a deep voice. "What happened to you? If you can't drink, then drink less. "

Bai Zhen pursed his lips and forced his hand away. He picked up the wine jar to fill his bowl, but did not immediately drink it. He slammed the jar back onto the table, or rather, he slammed the jar back onto the table with the force of the jar's fall. He didn't even raise his hand, instead resting it limply on the table. He used his other hand to support his head, his fingers irritably scratched his head, and he powerlessly shook his head: "Yunyi, don't ask, don't ask, I can't say. "Let me get drunk this time. It feels really bad. If I get drunk, that's great."

Zhao Baiyi reached out his hand to support the jar of wine. Only after hearing his words did he look back at him. "Can't you vent in another way?"

Bai Zhen's expression was obscured by the shadow cast by his arm. His voice trembled with a bitter smile and he even cried out, "I don't want to see myself as useless. I just want to get drunk." Wait to wake up... Just let me get drunk once, okay? "

Zhao Baiyi looked at him silently. After a long while, he sighed and replied softly, "Okay, drink. I'll send you back."

The corners of Bai Zhen's lips curled up into an ugly smile. After which, he gave an almost inaudible thanks, "Many thanks."

Zhao Baiyi didn't try to persuade him. Instead, he poured two bowls of wine over and over again, silently drinking it all down with him.

At this moment, other than Bai Zhen, who had nothing he could do, he would be that strong and flawless Young Master Bai when he wakes up.

Zhao Baiyi was willing to believe, so he was willing to watch him get drunk mixed with tears that came out of nowhere and flowed out of nowhere.

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"Senior apprentice-brother." "Senior apprentice-brother." Seeing Mo Wuji stop coughing, the disciples of the Hua Mountain Sect all stopped what they were doing and greeted him with smiles.

However, Mo Zhike didn't speak to them with a smile as usual, but with a solemn face. He asked his Master if he was still on the mountain, and then quickly walked away.

In a simple and quiet courtyard, a long-bearded old man was rearing flowers and plants, creating a peaceful scene.

But this feeling was broken by the intrusion of Mo Zhike. The elder turned his head with some dissatisfaction. Seeing that the person who had arrived was Mo Wuji, his face eased up a little but he still chided, "I have taught you to be calm. Why are you being so impetuous?"

Mo Zhike did not say anything, and knelt down before the old man, kowtowing three times, and then stood up, "Master, I am here to bid you farewell."

"Farewell?" Ren Yiye was startled, clearly not understanding what he meant, "What does this mean?"

Mo Zhi coughed lightly and said, "My brother came over and told me to return to the Puppet Palace."

Ren Yiyi frowned, "Which one?"

Mo Zhi coughed, "My second brother." At last, he added, "It was also my big brother's wish."

Hearing the first sentence, Ren Yiye still wanted to say something, but when he heard the last sentence, he fell silent. After a moment, he asked, "Is it time to go back?"

Mo Zhi nodded his head, "Although second brother said he won't force me, I can still stay in Hua Shan, but I can't do it."

Ren Yi Ye sighed lightly: "That's true, I can't force you to stay here anymore, after all, the Puppet Palace is your home, right?"

Mo Zhike looked straight into her master's eyes. Although her voice was soft, it was firm. "I want to go home."

Ren Yiye sighed helplessly and pointed to a stone table at the side. "Sit down and let's talk. I still have some questions. If you're not in a hurry, then come and chat with me." He walked over and sat down.

Mo Zhi could only nod and sit down, his eyes staring at the ground, not knowing how to start.

Ren Yiye looked at Mo Qianxing with a complicated expression on his face, "Are they also going back to the Puppet Palace?"

Mo Zhike shook his head, "Probably not. Second Brother said that they still have things to do, he wants me and Third Brother to guard the Puppet Palace well."

Ren Yiye seemed to have a lot of things to say, but did not say anything. She stood up in silence, walked into the house, and walked out after a long time.

Mo Zhi was still sitting on the stone bench when he heard his Master's footsteps. He subconsciously raised his head to look at Ren Yiye, then lowered his head and remained silent.

Ren Yiye placed a one-foot long wooden box on the table, then retreated in front of Mo Zhike, "This is something that your father left with me, it's something he entrusted to me to keep."

Hearing the word "father," which should have been familiar but was also unfamiliar, Mo Yan suddenly looked up at the box.

There was nothing special about the ordinary dark brown wooden boxes. There was still some dust left on it. Most likely, it had been accumulated by Chen Fangfang over the years. However, Ren Ye's simple wipe had not been able to wipe it clean. The wooden box was placed on the table silently, blocking all the information inside with a cold expression. Mo Zhi tried to lift his hand, as if he wanted to see what was inside. However, after a slight tremble, his fingertip powerlessly fell back down, and he no longer moved.

He did not have the courage to open the wooden box. He did not have the courage to look at the memory of his loved one, the last thing he had left for the children. He didn't dare.

"Cough." Ren Yiye finally spoke, his voice a little hoarse.

Mo Zhike blankly looked up, searching for the source of the voice, as if he couldn't identify the source of this strangely familiar voice. After a long while, his eyes slowly focused and he regained his composure. His lips moved slightly as he called out "master". His voice trembled, and within it was traces of uncertainty.

His master, who had been calling him for more than ten years, had long forgotten his other identity — or rather, he had deliberately forgotten that the person in front of him was his blood relative, someone who should be calling him "Second Grandpa".

How could Ren Yiye not understand his current thoughts? But he could not point it out. He could only look away, not looking into Mo Zhike's confused eyes. "I have never opened this box, nor do I know what is inside. However, according to your father, this box should be given to your elder brother. Cough, listen. You have to personally deliver this box into the hands of your big brother and also hide it from your third brother, understand? "

Mo Zhi was puzzled. "Why?"

Ren Yi Ye shook his head: "I don't know, but your father instructed me to give it to your big brother when necessary. If your big brother is no longer here, leave him to the one of you who isn't in the Puppet Palace. If you are all in the Puppet Palace, open the box. Inside the box is a letter that you left for me.

After coughing for a while, Mo Wuji slowly asked, "So you mean, as long as I deliver this box to brother safely, it will be fine if no one knows about this, right?"

Ren Yiye nodded, then emphasized, "Including you, no one is allowed to look at this box until your big brother hands it over."

Mo Zhike nodded silently, "I understand, rest assured Master."

Ren Yi Ye's eyes were filled with the tiredness of an old man, "All these years, I have taught you everything that I can. If you want to say it, there is nothing special to say. Go. Remember, stepping out of Mount Hua, you are no longer a disciple of Mount Hua. When you get home, say hello to your father and apologize for me. "

Mo Zhike just kept nodding, her downcast eyes seemed to be filled with powerlessness.

Ren Yiye looked up to the sky and muttered, "The heavens are going to change."

It was late autumn, and the sky had long since lost its brightness.

It was already late at night, but Zhao Baiyi was exceptionally clear-headed as he laid on the bed.

From the depths of his bones, Bai Zhen was very much like his father. As for people like Bai Yan Tang, not to mention ten years, he wouldn't change even if he lived his entire life. His back and temperament would always be the same.

What on earth was the reason for his drunken state?

Smiling helplessly, Zhao Baiyi turned over and took a deep breath to clear his mind. Then he closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep.

As his sleepiness gradually increased, Zhao Baiyi silently thought to himself, "Go to sleep, it will be over by daybreak." He was about to fall into a deep sleep.

"He went astray!" The clamorous sounds appeared without any warning and were vaguely mixed with a few familiar sounds. However, he could not immediately remember who they were.

"What are you doing?" This was Ran Hao's voice. It was emotionless, but it was deliberately lowered.

"Quick, tell your excellency …" "He went astray." Han Yan's solemn voice could barely be heard amidst the confusion.

"Shut up!" Zhao Qingyan must have woken up. Ran Hao didn't even try to lower his voice as he scolded her. After the messy conversation quieted down, he asked, "Where are you going?"

The noise became louder again. Then, Han Yan loudly answered, "The Mansion of the Trojan Horse."

Marquis Mansion of the Trojan Horse … Marquis Mansion of the Trojan Horse!

Zhao Baiyi lost all sleepiness for a moment. He rolled over, stepped on his shoes and ran out.

Not only the guards of the Qi King's residence, but even the waiter and the people staying in the inn squeezed into the crowded entrance. Ran Hao stood at the door of the room, blocking everyone who tried to enter. Zhao Qingyan did not appear.

"Hao!" Zhao Baiyi only heard Zhao Qingyan shout "Ran Hao", but the rest of his words were drowned out by the conversation.

Ran Hao on the other hand, heard everything clearly. Taking a deep breath, he infused his Qi into his Qi and his voice spread throughout the entire inn, firmly suppressing all of his voices, "The guards of the Qi King's Manor and the imperial guards, listen up. Anyone who stands in his way shall be held back! " Then he added, "Leader Han Yan, quickly go to the Mansion of the Marquis of the Trojan Horse. Chu Zhenye and Shen Yifan stay behind and help stop this group of people. I will go and help young master change his clothes."

Zhao Baiyi felt dizzy. He didn't dare to think about what his cousin looked like now.

Being well-dressed, Jiang Wuyan who had been leaning against the door listening to the situation, immediately opened his mouth and said: "Then I will go check out the situation first."

Ran Hao slightly bowed: "Sorry for the trouble."

Jiang Wuyan smiled, raised her hand and grabbed the door frame above her head. She then flew past the crowd of onlookers and lightly tapped on the wall a few times with her toes before landing ten feet away.

Zhao Boyi vaguely saw Jiang Wuyan arguing with Han Yan at the door of the inn, and Han Yan shaking his head. Then the crowd surged, and when they looked again, they were gone.

Zhao Baiyi was in no mood to think about such trivial matters. He only held onto the doorframe to stabilize his body. He bitterly smiled and said to himself in his heart, "When the sun rises, it will all be over …" Would the sky still brighten? Can you wait? "