After the words came to an end, Rong Ling's face turned pale, and his eyes were filled with desolate and dull colors.

Blind...

In this case, how could it be from her mouth?

His sharp nails unconsciously pinched into his palm. He slowly lowered his eyes, opened his thin lips slightly, and bitter words overflowed from his lips: "The blind person... it's not you, it's me..."

He is blind and his heart is also blind.

Jingyu smiled coldly: "Get out."

Rong Ling knelt down and waved his heart, helplessness surged in his heart. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to atone for his sins, but at this time he realized that her heart was as cold as a rock.

Straws of harsh poisonous sword-like sound kept floating into his ears, torturing his nerves all over his body. Rong Ling suppressed the severe pain and deep regret in his heart. After a long time, he finally spoke: "Xi'er, I... have given up 'cultivation'."

Jingyu suddenly became quiet.

Then he slowly turned his head and stared at him expressionlessly, "What did you say?"

Rong Ling looked at her steadily and repeated: "I said, I have given up..."

"What does it have to do with this palace?" Jingyu's tone suddenly became cold, and there were a thread of cold air that seemed to freeze the blood. "What the hell is practicing? Could it be that you entered the palace not to be a companion, but to become a monk in the palace?"

"I'm not..."

"Do you know where the palace is?" Jingyu paused word by word, cold and mocking, "This is the peak of power, a place where power and fame and fortune gather, a place where intrigues and conspiracies are full of conspiracies, and has nothing to do with the Buddhist sect that has no desires and no desires, and it is not your Taoist temple for cultivating immortals. If you want to practice, you have found the wrong place."

Rong Ling shook his head: "Xi'er..."

"Who is Xi'er?" Jingyu's tone became colder, like a polar glacier that had not been transformed for thousands of years. "Did you recognize the wrong person, or do you think the palace is your home?"

"I'm not..."

Jingyu slowly stood up from the chair and looked down at him: "You disturbed my rest today and destroyed my good mood. So she knelt here until the night to show punishment."

After saying that, he walked away without looking back.

Rong Ling raised her eyes and looked at her slender and petite back silently. The corners of her lips were white and her eyes were filled with strong pain.

When Jingyu left, Yilan naturally couldn't stay there. She quickly packed up the drawing board and tools, and Jin Mo's movement of playing the piano slowly stopped.

The two of them looked at Rong Ling quietly, and then no one said anything and turned around and left the garden.

At this time, the other children were still in class. There was about half an hour before lunch. Jin Mo went directly to Taifu Qin, while Yilan followed Jingyu into Fengming Palace.

After brewing tea, he handed a cup of fragrant flower tea behind the little master. Yilan looked at the princess who was slowly leaning on the soft couch. After a moment of silence, she still couldn't help but speak, "Princess, Huayang...had he been stimulated? I think what he said seems to..."

Excited?

Jingyu glanced at Yilan indifferently, knowing that she was a child after all, and it was normal for Rong Ling to understand her words and behaviors. She said calmly: "His brain probably has something wrong."

Is there really a brain problem?

Yilan was slightly shocked. Thinking of his self-harm behavior a few days ago, he believed the princess's words.

If it weren't for a brain problem, how could he have put such a ruthless hand on himself? It hurt so much.

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Chapter completed!