I don't know when, Jing Rong was already standing at the door.
Those eyes full of distress were always placed on Ji Yunshu's body.
Lang Bo, who was beside him, asked softly, "Your Highness, aren't you going in?"
"No need."
He took his eyes back and silently turned and left.
On the same day, Ji Yunshu learned that after Ji Yuanzhi died in prison three days ago, Ji Shuhan repaired the book and had him sent to the capital to bring the news to his other two sons.
As for Mrs. Ji, she passed away on the spot, and for three days, she lay in bed all day long.
Today's Ji family has white satin hanging all over the corners of the eaves, and white lanterns hanging.
Ji Yuanzhi was originally buried today, but Mrs. Ji insisted that she had to wait for his other two grandsons to return.
First, they are waiting for them to come back and mourning for the epoch!
Second, it is to wait for Ji Yunshu to return to Ji's house and kneel and kowtow in public!
Therefore, in the past three days, the people of Ji Mansion have come to Guangquyuan several times to ask for people, but they were all swept away by Jing Rong!
That night, Ji Yunshu drank the medicine, and the maids added another black charcoal to the stove.
"Miss Ji, why don't you rest earlier?"
"You all go out, don't wait for me."
"This… "
She glanced sideways and said lightly, "Go out."
"Yes."
The two maids had no choice but to bow, and both backed out.
As soon as the door closed, she walked over to the bronze mirror, bent over and sat down.
Staring at his face with the slender scar on it, his eyes were still very indifferent, he just stretched out his hand and hooked up a light blue tulle beside him, while the other hand reached into a splendid box and picked it out. A pendant gold hairpin.
After a while, he wrapped the gold hook on the golden hairpin and hooked it on the light blue tulle.
Then put it on the face, just right to cover the scar on the face.
I found another simple wooden hairpin, and simply pulled up the black hair that was falling straight down!
Immediately, he pulled on a cloak and put it on, ready to go out.
The closed door was just opened by her, and the person outside the door stood in front of her, blocking her way.
When Jing Rong saw Ji Yunshu, who was covered with a veil, she revealed those beautiful eyes, which were especially beautifully illuminated by the red lanterns at the door, but also revealed a pitiful feeling of distress.
He suddenly stretched out his slender knuckles, reached out to Ji Yunshu's ear, and clasped the golden hook wrapped around the veil.
"Your Highness?" Ji Yunshu turned his face sideways, trying to avoid his movements.
"… "
"I'm ugly now, so please don't look at me."
For the past two days that she was in a coma, he could be said to have been watching over him, the so-called ugly appearance, but he stared at her for two days.
After walking away for a while today, Wei Yi intercepted Hu!
The first person she saw when she woke up was not herself.
Jing Rong's eyes were filled with affection and determination, and said, "Beautiful under the skin, you also have a heart of snakes and scorpions. What this king cares about is your heart."
The tone was very light, as if speaking in Ji Yunshu's ear.
It also prompted Ji Yunshu's body to tremble slightly and lowered his head, just avoiding Jing Rong's hot gaze.
But when the coldness on the golden hook spread on Jing Rong's fingertips, his move to pick up the golden hook stopped, clenched his fist, and put his hand down.
Another topic!
Asked, "Going to Jifu?"
He had an accurate insight into her motives.
She nodded and moved her body aside to prevent him from coming to lift her veil again.
"Also ask the lord to get out of the way."
"You clearly know that Ji Yuanzhi is dead, and the people of Ji Mansion can't wait for you to go to the funeral now."
"I know, but I have to go."
Jing Rong frowned, "Why?"
She said coldly, "I can't go."
The tone that seemed to be blown away by the cold wind had a coolness.
Jing Rong knew her temperament, this woman was too stubborn.
I had no choice but to say, "I'll go with you."
"No need."
She walked fast, stepped forward, passed Jingrong's side, but was still pulled by him.
He also made concessions and said, "I'll wait for you outside the Jifu gate."
It seems that she has decided that she will not stay in Ji's house.
This time, Ji Yunshu did not refuse.
The two went to Ji Mansion together, and Lang Bo followed from a distance with several guards.
Ji Yunshu entered the door alone. When the people from Ji Mansion saw her, it was as if they had seen a ghost.
What surprised her was that Ji Yuanzhi's coffin was not placed in the mourning hall in the backyard, but was placed in the hall of the Ji family.
Except for her, almost everyone is dressed in linen and filial piety.
The pair of eyes in the hall looked at her wearing a veil with extreme resentment.
Snapped-
Ji Shuhan slapped the table!
"Come on, tie up this bad girl to me."
Now, he really wanted to dismember Ji Yunshu's five horses.
Several housekeepers stepped forward with ropes in their hands.
"Dare you?"
Ji Yunshu swept his eyes coldly, his tone intimidating.
Those few servants really didn't dare to come forward.
She was trembling, and her body was chilled from the inside out by her eyes.
Ji Shuhan's eyes were bloodshot, the pain of losing his son, and his anger towards Ji Yunshu were all written on his face.
He scolded him sharply, pointing at Ji Yuanzhi's coffin, "Take a good look, you are the one who killed Yuanzhi."
It really turns black and white!
Ji Yunshu smiled coldly on his lips under the veil, and his beautiful eyes curled up.
"Even if he dies a thousand times, 10,000 times, it will still be his due retribution."
"you… "
"I came today, not to kneel and kowtow to him, nor to mourn for him."
At the same time as she was talking, she had already walked to the coffin, which was covered with a black cloth, with a candle lit and several pieces of fine blood jade pressed on it.
"what are you up to?"
Along with Ji Shuhan's voice!
Ji Yunshu pinched a corner of the black cloth and pulled it hard!
The candles and blood jade above were scattered on the ground, and the black cloth slipped from her hands to the ground, just covering the unextinguished candle.
Suddenly the black cloth was burned!
The flames rose.
Being lifted by the wind, a piece of white satin hanging around it was burned, and it rushed up the roof beam.
what-
It was Ji Muqing who was screaming, because she was standing in front of the white satin, staggering a few steps, and fell heavily to the ground.
The fire burned to the beams, and there was a big sign that it was out of control.
The entire hall was in chaos.
"Quick! Quickly carry the coffin out, carry it out..."
Mrs. Ji shouted wildly. As soon as she stood up, she was out of anger and fainted. She was supported by two girls and dragged out of the hall.
While the servants were busy stepping forward to put out the fire, they were busy carrying the coffin.
Good life "lively".
Ji Yunshu smiled brightly.
While everyone panicked, she had already left the hall and headed in the direction of Xiyuan.
But she didn't know that Ji Wanxin followed her and went to Xiyuan.