Chapter 459 - Two Jerks As One
Bone Painting Coroner
Jing Rong simply nodded. Mu Jin smiled gently and cued her maid to bring over something she had prepared earlier.
The maid carefully handed a book to Jing Rong, âYoung Master, this was the stakes for todayâs poetry duel. Since youâre the winner, this book, âThe Miscellaneous Chronicles of the South,â now belongs to you. Please accept it.â
He squinted as he pushed it back to the maid. âItâs fine. âThe Miscellaneous Chronicles of the Southâ is a precious ancient book. Miss should keep it to yourself.â
âThis...â The maid did not know what to do, looking over at her Miss.
Mu Jin then took over the books and replied softly, âYoung Master Jingâs verse was remarkable and admirable. I was not your match, and there is no doubt that I lost the duel. I had set up a duel stage here at the Lantern Festival with âThe Miscellaneous Chronicles of the Southâ as the prize. Now that Young Master has won, youâll have to accept the prize. This is the rule and you shall not break it.â She handed it over again but Jing Rong refused to accept it!
A few of the scholars who lost the duel spoke. âMiss Mu Jin, since this Young Master does not want it, you might as well give it to us.â
âOnly a talent is worthy of this book. You gentlemen lost the poetry duel to me, how can I give âThe Miscellaneous Chronicles of the Southâ to you?â
âMiss Mu Jin, I think youâre biased.â
The audience giggled. Mu Jin was not embarrassed, continuing to smile as if nothing happened. On the other hand, Jing Rongâs face turned icy-cold as he reluctantly took the book from her hands.
âFine, Iâll keep this book.â He left after finished speaking.
As Mu Jin watched the silhouette walked away, joy was painted on her cherry-red lips.
Jing Rong threaded through the crowd and nonchalantly sat down at Ji Yunshuâs table without speaking. He kept his gaze away from anyone and started drinking immediately, his expression extremely sour.
Ji Yunshu stayed quiet, as she knew that the Prince was angry at her for sneaking out of the residence without his permission. She lowered her gaze and turned around to look at Mo Ruo who was still gulping down wine.
All of sudden, Wei Yi foolishly asked in an excited tone, âBrother Jing Rong, why are you here?â
âIâm here to catch the thief.â He replied emotionlessly as he took a sip of wine.
âThief? Is there a thief? Your belongings have been stolen?â
âYes.â
âWhat is it?â
âMy person.â
Huh? Wei Yi was puzzled as he looked Jing Rong up and down, then turned around and asked Ji Yunshu, âShuâer, do you know about this?â
Such nonsense. How would I know! She had no idea how to answer Wei Yi. She glimpsed at the stony Prince discreetly, but unfortunately, was caught red-handed.
Jing Rong raised the corner of his devilish lips and asked coldly, âIs it fun?â
There was a brief silence. She nodded. âQuite.â
âSneaking out is such an interesting hobby.â
âThe Princeâs interest in poetry duels with that lady is a good hobby too.â
âSour about it?â
âThis one likes my food spicy, not sour.â
âJust admit it if youâre jealous; no oneâs blaming you.â
âI...â She furrowed her brows a little as she became tongue-tied. Then, she decided to change the topic. âWhere is Brother Lang?â
âHim? Iâve dismembered him.â He raised his right brow slightly as he scolded sternly, âDonât you worry. Youâre the next in line. Iâll deal with you after Iâm done with him.â How vicious!
Ji Yunshuâs lips twitched and kept silent.
Mo Ruo, who had been watching, chuckled as he spoke, âNormally, the husband supports and the wife follows. It has now been turned around. The husband spies and the wife lies.â
Bonk!
Under the table, Jing Rong kicked Mo Ruo mercilessly. Mo Ruo held his hurting knee and cried out, âOuch!â
âYou deserve it!â Ji Yunshu glared at him angrily.
âFine, fine, fine. I shouldnât have messed with either of you. All of you are my brilliant masters! Youâre worse than Wei Yi.â Grudgingly, he lifted the wine cup on the table.
Out of nowhere, a hand with slim and long fingers covered the wine bottle. Mo Ruoâs gaze traced from the wrist and stopped at a pair of tranquil yet fierce eyes that was embedded on a small and delicate-looking face. The lady was wearing red, with her hair was tied up in a bun held together with a silver hairpin that looked nothing like those of the people from the Central Plains. In fact, there were a lot of unique accessories all over her body, most of which have never been seen in this area before. As the wind whirled by, her necklace made of a string of bells rang loudly, sounding creepy. She had one hand placed on top of the wine bottle, and the other playing with the red ribbon that was tied around her waist. On the red ribbon, a tiny skull was embedded on one end, and a small yellowish ancient scroll was tied on the other end.
This person seemed very strange indeed!
However, her weirdness paled in comparison to her mischievous moves and elfin eyes. She smiled gently, while at the same time deliberately lifting the wine bottle that she was holding and took a big gulp. The sweet wine spilled out from the corners of her mouth and streamed down her neck, wetting the clothes in front of her chest and dripping on the ground.
Mo Ruo looked at her in disgust and confusion. âWhere did this crazy brat come from?â
Bang!
The girl slammed the wine urn on the table with a huge amount of force before she wiped her mouth with her sleeves sloppily and swallowed the wine. She stared at Mo Ruo. âYouâre the crazy brat. Does this wine belong you?â
âThis wine is not mine, but why would anyone snatch wine from another personâs hand?â He said as he pointed at the stack of wine urns, âDidnât you see? Thatâs all wine. You could have gotten it from there.â
âI donât want to. This lady likes to snatch from others.â
âOh? This is an illness, then. Youâll have to cure it.â
âCure?â The lady sneered. She bent her body slightly and took a closer look at Mo Ruo. âThen, do you have the cure?â
Mo Ruo was a well-known jerk with a sharp tongue. Those who offended him would not be spared. However, this lady seemed to be even sharper than him. Nonetheless, he was not bothered as he reached out with his finger and quickly trapped the ladyâs wrist and took her pulse. After a short while, he flung her hand away, startling her.
Mo Ruo said in a serious tone. âYour pulse is hasty, characteristic of a sinking pulse. Just like how stones will sink to the bottom of the lake, the pulsations cause deep, piercing pain. This all suggests that you have contracted an illness. Get six grams of Qianqiu, three grams of Shuigeng, twenty-one grams of Shanghuazhuo, then boil them together for six hours, mix with well water and drink it once a day. That will do.â
The lady massaged her wrist as she said furiously, âWhat nonsense is that?â
âDidnât Miss ask me for a cure? Iâve prescribed you the medication, you only have to follow my instruction.â
The lady smirked and propped a foot up on the stool. With the air of a hooligan, she said, âSo youâre a fraudster. This lady doesnât understand any of your nonsense.â
Jing Rong replied her casually, âSinking pulse is a kind of internal illness and it doesnât show on the outside. Qianqiu has the best medical effect out of all the plants, it can reduce the heat in your body. Shuigeng can clear your pulse, and Shanghuazhuo can calm your mind. Mixing all of these with the well water will form a combination of heatiness and chilliness. Itâs the best medicine to treat this illness.â
âWhat does it mean?â
âThe Young Master means that you have an illness, an internal one. The laymen call it the Illness of the Mad Dog.â
Jing Rong and Mo Ruo looked at each other and snickered. Two âjerksâ as one, they were undefeatable!