Xiao Rong was stunned: "Someone is coming? Is there something wrong with Chenliu?"
The soldier shook his head and said, "No, everything is fine in Chenliu. It was the Buddhist who came. I don't know what he did specifically. I only know that General Jian asked you to go back as soon as possible."
Xiao Rong said "oh" and felt relieved when he heard it was Mi Jing, because if something really happened in Chenliu, the person least likely to abandon the city would be Mi Jing.
But he couldn't figure out why Mi Jing came here, so he walked back slowly while thinking about Mi Jing's purpose.
When he was halfway through thinking, his steps suddenly froze for a moment.
Dongfang Sen*wan*zheng*lijin heard Xiao Rong mutter "It's broken". He was about to ask what was broken, but just as he turned around, Xiao Rong ran past him like a gust of wind.
Dongfang Jin: “!!!”
Wait for me, Mr. Xiao! …………
Xiao Rong hadn't run for a long time. When he returned to the king's tent, he was gasping for breath, and Mi Jing happened to walk out of the king's tent.
Having not seen each other for many days, Mi Jing was stunned when he saw Xiao Rong. He carefully looked at Xiao Rong's complexion. After Xiao Rong took a breath, he suddenly walked up to him quickly, took his arm and walked towards his tent.
Mi Jing was forced to keep up, stumbling twice, and the people around them looked at them, not understanding what they were going to do.
Mi Jing was a little taller than Xiao Rong, so Xiao Rong just barely brushed past him, but Mi Jing's forehead hit the wooden bar supporting the tent hard.
But Xiao Rong's mind was full of other things. He didn't notice that Mi Jing's forehead was red. As soon as he came in, he asked Mi Jing: "What did you just say to the king?"
Mi Jing wanted to rub his forehead, but when he heard this, he put his hand down again: "Nothing, just asking about the king's health, and advising him to take good care of himself and not worry too much."
Xiao Rong: “…That’s all?”
Mi Jing laughed: "That's all. The king doesn't like me appearing in front of him. Even if I have something else to say, now is not the time to say it."
The crisis was resolved, and Xiao Rong breathed a sigh of relief. He sat down and asked Mi Jing, "What are you doing here? How is Chenliu doing?"
Mi Jing also sat cross-legged opposite Xiao Rong: "There is nothing wrong in Chenliu. The one who is in trouble is Song Suo. He is busy with official duties during the day and has to worry about your safety at night. Before your letter of safety returned to Chenliu, he didn't have a good rest at all. As soon as your letter arrived, he fell ill. If Prime Minister Gao hadn't returned in time, Zhao Xingzong and I would have died of exhaustion in the palace."
Xiao Rong pursed his lips: "Is the illness serious?"
Mi Jing shook his head: "It's just a cold. It was better when I left."
Xiao Rong looked at him: "Then why are you here this time——"
Mi Jing lowered his eyes: "I heard about what happened on that day of Mid-Autumn. I want to come here to perform a ritual for General Qu and his wife, as well as the other souls of the Zhenbei Army. In addition... I heard that the Xianbei also have allies, maybe I can help a little."
Xiao Rong: "They are all from the grasslands, not the Western Regions. Few of the small countries here believe in Buddha."
Mi Jing smiled and said, "One or two is fine, and even if they don't believe in Buddhism, they still have some connections with the Western Regions. If we can defeat them without fighting, why bother to kill them?"
Xiao Rong looked at him and nodded in agreement: "Indeed, thank you for thinking so carefully."
Mi Jing said modestly: "Mr. Xiao, you don't have to be polite. You and I are both for the great cause of the king."
Xiao Rong: “…”
Facing Mi Jing, Xiao Rong still tried his best to tell fewer lies, otherwise he would always feel that he was doing something wrong. Touching his nose, Xiao Rong changed the subject and said, "There is one more thing I need to ask of you, Buddha. I have already told the Prime Minister about it, but at that time I did not expect you to come. I——"
Mi Jing looked at Xiao Rong's hesitation and suddenly realized, "Mr. Xiao, are you talking about what happened on that day in mid-autumn? Prime Minister Gao reminded me not to tell the king."
Xiao Rong was stunned for a moment, then he laughed: "So the Prime Minister has already said that, so the Buddhist disciple has agreed to me?"
Mi Jing chuckled: "Of course, although I don't know why Master Xiao is unwilling to tell the king about this, this is Master Xiao's wish after all, and Mi Jing cannot go against it, so Mi Jing has never told the king about this matter. It was just when General Jian asked if everyone in Chenliu was okay, I mentioned it unintentionally. But if I tell General Jian, there should be nothing wrong, right?"
The expression on Xiao Rong's face completely froze.
Jian——Jiao——?!
It’s better to tell Yuan Baifu than to tell Jian Qiao!!!
Xiao Rong stood up suddenly, pointing at Mi Jing with shaking hands: "You, you you you! You did this on purpose, didn't you!"
Xiao Rong looked like he had a thousand words he wanted to throw at Mi Jing's face, but he suddenly realized that this was not the time to settle accounts with Mi Jing. He had to hurry and find Jian Qiao!
He felt like he was going crazy: "Where is Jian Qiao?!"
Mi Jing was stunned for a moment, and answered him: "General Jian has been in the king's tent. He said that you asked him to stay and guard the king."
Xiao Rong: “…………” Damn.
Xiao Rong was so angry that he swore. This shows how urgent this matter is in his mind.
Xiao Rong immediately turned around and ran out, while Mi Jing looked at his back with a blank face. Only when he could no longer see him did Mi Jing's expression change slightly.
From confusion to silence.
With his eyes lowered, Mi Jing said in his heart: "I'm sorry."
If Xiao Rong was the person who could not accept the death of the King of Zhenbei due to the enemy's conspiracy, then Mi Jing was the second person who could not accept it. Perhaps the order of the two should be switched. Xiao Rong's grief and anger came from the bond between him and Qu Yunmie. He could not accept that he would die with them. But as time went by, Xiao Rong would understand that the things in this world were not completely under his control. Even when he was not bound, he might die in accidents. If he applied Qu Yunmie's accident to himself, he would find that this was not completely unacceptable.
And Mi Jing was the one who could not accept the fact that Qu Yunmie died like this no matter what.
After ten years of silence and several months of observation, Mi Jing pinned the future of the world on Qu Yunmie. He once again sat at the gambling table, and this time he bet that Qu Yunmie would win.
So sorry, Xiao Rong.
He couldn't afford to lose again.
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