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"No... I want to, I want to go."

Wang Zichu answered honestly, without avoiding the answer at all, or changing the subject, or showing the majesty of his master to prohibit the other party from asking further questions, rather like a student who is being tested and needs to work hard to win the teacher's love.

"Master lied, obviously he didn't want to."

Ji Mo's stature is still low, and as long as he looks up, he can see the dark look in Wang Zichu's eyes. His eyes can't speak, and the many complex emotions shown are just the light reflected from the pupils, but Ji Mo clearly looks like Wang Zichu. I saw reluctance from it.

As if being pulled by a rope tied around his neck, he refused to move forward, but had to move forward.

It was obviously silent, but it seemed to hear weeping.

"If Master doesn't want to go..." It's better not to go, it's the same for me to accompany Master here.

"No, I thought, I'm going."

Wang Zichu denied it very quickly, and said it firmly and affirmatively. With the courage to break the boat, he didn't seem to be going to the capital, but to some kind of dragon's pool and tiger's lair. It seemed that he would never return.

Uh, looking at it from another angle, the location of the royal family in the capital is also a place of psychological shadow for Wang Zichu. Going in is like fighting with demons and ghosts head-on, and it is really too difficult for a person with his character.

And if the fight is won, it is true that he will never return. I am afraid that this remote place will never come back.

Ji Mo had a feeling that Wang Zichu would definitely win.

This is not trust in the "chosen son" (selected by the system), this trust is at best in skills, not in the aura of the male protagonist and the like. Let's see what kind of life encounters the previous masters had You know, widowed and lonely, always meet one or two, encounter one or two catastrophes, live for a while, but die in an instant.

The same mortals are like grass.

But this time, it's different. Mr. Xuanyang is very good in other aspects besides being unfamiliar with the inner house. His military reputation is not ordinary. With Mr. Xuanyang in his early years, he should win, otherwise, he will continue to dormant.

"Don't worry, master, there will be no problems. With Mr. here, he will definitely take good care of you, the only family member!"

Ji Mo's words were optimistic, and seemed to be slightly teasing, leaning against a big tree to enjoy the shade!

Such a simple and ignorant person like Wang Zichu must have such a relative to rely on, otherwise, how can he have such comfort.

Ji Mo didn't know the details of those in the Wang family, but he only heard the general idea, and he knew how deep the quagmire was. To be able to come and go to Qinglian without getting muddy, a pair of strong hands were needed for assistance.

Mr. Xuanyang, it happens to be this help, otherwise...

Ji Mo felt suffocated when he thought that if there was not such a powerful uncle, Wang Zichu might never see the light of day in that house.

Turning around and looking at this new painting again, I thought of why I came here. Maybe Wang Zichu was also under too much psychological shadow. When I talked about it, I thought of those things, so I drew such a painting.

I don't know what kind of place that Wang's family is, how to train people, it can turn people into depression.

Ah, no, Wang Zichu is not depressed yet, God bless him!

Or maybe it should be attributed to Mr. Xuan Yang, if it wasn't for his protection...

Ji Mo thought of this, and said: "I see that Mr. is very kind to you, he will take care of these things, so you don't need to worry about Master, just sit back and enjoy the benefits, how great it is!"

This is meant to be a joke again. Ji Mo has never been someone who sits back and enjoys what he gets. The accumulation of the bits and pieces he earned through hard work is the foundation for him to pass the exam. As a result, it's not that you can't eat it!Not to mention delicious.

"……Um."

Wang Zichu looked at Ji Mo, looked at the agile light in his eyes, even his smile was sly and moving, as if the sunlight penetrated the spots of light cast by the leaves, they would jump.

In the past, although these lights could not drive him to jump, they would still make him feel the ease and beauty. But now, words are like knives, separating light and darkness, white and black, and also two different worlds. Even if they are still living in the same world, they are different after all.

The rope hanging by the edge of the deep pool was still fresh, and seemed to be able to withstand his climbing, allowing him to leave the deep mud and the deep cold. However, when he stretched out his hand, he realized that what he touched was just Phantom, if a mirror is in front of him, it reflects the rope elsewhere for him to see.

Seeing, not touching, the so-called hope is nothing but deeper despair.

Withdrawing his hand, Wang Zichu's fingers curled up, his heart was cold, maybe, he shouldn't have any hope in the first place.

From the moment she died, he also fell into the boundless darkness.

"When we get to the capital, I'm afraid we won't be able to see each other for a few days. I heard that there are many people in the Ji family. I'm afraid we'll have to visit them one by one, and we have relatives and friends..."

This is the first time for Yu Jimo to deal with such a complicated big family matter. Even if his aunt doesn't like him, she won't let him be rude in these matters, otherwise it will show that her aunt didn't do a good job. Therefore, in the past few days, The aunt sent a nun to tell him about these things in his hometown, for fear that he would not know anyone and make a fool of himself.

This is obviously also Ji's father's concern. Knowing what his aunt did, it was right on his mind, and the relationship between the two of them became more harmonious because of this. It seemed that the atmosphere in the family was more harmonious.

"I don't know if you can tell me where you will live? Are you still in the Taoist temple? Are there any Taoist temples in the capital? It's still at Ma's house, I heard..."

Both Yang Min and Li Yuanzai are good at gossip, but one is a very down-to-earth kind of gossip, and the other speaks news with some unfathomable feeling. From the two of them, Ji Mo heard a lot of things After knowing that Jimo was going to the capital, the two of them seemed to get closer. They didn't forget to tell him that the capital has many scenery and famous people, and they must visit him.

Placing one's own wishes on others, and if others achieve it, it seems that one can also satisfy a little bit, but as expected, one is still a child, and even one's ambition is uncertain.

For the sake of this classmate friendship, Ji Mo promised a lot, he would go to a certain place to see, and if he had the opportunity to meet a certain person, he had to take a good look at it and other requests.

Anyway, painting is not done behind closed doors. You always have to go out to collect scenery. At least you have to see enough scenery, so that the paintings will not be the same flowers and trees. Those places that are said to be famous have good scenery. If there is a chance, Ji Mo will definitely go have a look.

"... When the time comes, we will go together!"

"—Okay—it depends on sir..."

Wang Zichu couldn't call out that "uncle". His heart was heavy, and his eyes, which usually showed curiosity and anticipation because of Ji Mo's words, were filled with ink that couldn't be melted away.

"Yeah, it depends on your arrangements. If you go to Kyoto, even if you are a mascot, you will have many things to do."

Ji Mo pushed himself and others, Ji Fu listed several itineraries that he did not tell him in detail, but he also said that he would visit uncles and other people, some of those uncles were relatives, from Ji's family, and some were close, and Ji Fu made good friends friends, and some are far away, celebrities and the like, there will always be a big party or something, and you need to meet to get acquainted or something.

What is Mr. Xuanyang's plan, Ji Mo doesn't know, but he can think that Wang Zichu must show his face in the capital, so that he can walk from the dark to the light, and those people will plan and take it easy in the future Son, lest it be ugly to be exposed.

Some things are like a fig leaf. It can be thin and thin, but it cannot be without it. If the stepmother who has done evil to the prince is caught and publicized, it will destroy the face of the Wang family. Picked it off, threw it on the ground and stepped on it.

At that time, the one who can't spare her first must be the Wang family. If all the calculations come to nothing, it must be a good show.

All Ji Mo can think of is such a big picture, but for how to do it, I am afraid that Mr. Xuan Yang still has plans, and Wang Zichu needs to cooperate well.

"Master, you don't need to think too much, just cooperate with your husband, and your husband will definitely arrange everything."

"……Um……"

It was almost breathless, soft and powerless, as if something was dragging the person down, so that he could no longer raise his head to breathe the outside air.

"Master, don't be unhappy. Even if I arrive in Kyoto, I will be there. I will definitely find you as soon as possible. We are still painting together!"

Ji Mo took Wang Zichu's hand and said that when he touched his palm, he felt ice-cold, and covered his hands involuntarily, in exchange for Wang Zichu's smile, and returned a bright smile, "In a new place, there are old friends, don't you just feel it? Will it be much better?"

He thought that Wang Zichu was afraid of facing a strange environment, he thought... Many years later, when he thought of this scene, Ji Mo wished he could rush over and wake up that stupid self.

Don't persuade others to be magnanimous without suffering from others.He didn't persuade Prince Chu Dadu, he just... just told him when he was pushed to the edge of a cliff, that person was very kind to him, and everything he arranged for him was good, what should he do? To obey, even if, is to jump off a cliff.

How is this different from being an accomplice?

He didn't personally harm anyone, but he helped others to abuse others. Even if this kind of abuse is seen in the current world, it would not be criticized, but would be approved. However, Wang Zichu is different, and this matter is also different for him.

Not to take revenge is not not not to hate, but to let yourself go.

When some people pick up a knife, they have injured themselves nine times without hurting others, which is no different from death.

Forcing monks to eat meat, forcing Taoist priests to return to vulgarity, forcing people... to "kill" people... Every time he thinks about this time, this matter, and everything that happened this day, Ji Mo will regret why he couldn't pay attention to whether he was there Excited for a revenge drama, is the justice he hopes to see really what Prince Chu really wants?

The way is different, this reluctant master-student fate is short-lived after all.

He paints depressing paintings, but there is a pure land of compassion in his heart, wishing for freedom and liberation. His eyes are on the painting paper, the vast world beyond the painting paper, and the future.

He said comforting words, but his heart was filled with fierceness of tit for tat. He wanted to push people into it just for what he thought was fair... What he saw in his eyes was the past, and what he saw was himself. In the eyes of the present, what we see is the future that we think is bright.