Ji Yunshu took out his two sandalwood boxes from the Xiyuan.
One is filled with ink pens and paints.
One is equipped with various types of pocket knives.
This is the treasure she has eaten over the years, and she must not lose it.
Of course, it was the orange-red jade pendant that Wei Yi gave her.
Putting the jade pendant into her waist, she held two sandalwood boxes in one hand and a candlestick lit by a wax oil lamp in the other.
Just came out of the house, just happened to see Ji Wanxin entering the yard.
A white filial attire made the sick beauty even more sullen and moving. She walked in with the outside light on her back. Her delicate and picturesque face was hidden under the filial piety's hat. Only the red mole on her forehead was clearly visible.
She was filled with indescribable sadness, especially those eyes that met Ji Yunshu's gaze, with tears streaming down her face, it really melted people's hearts.
"Is it necessary?"
Ji Wanxin approached her, her voice soft and weak, full of sentimentality.
"Ji Pei is dead!" The words came out of Ji Yunshu's mouth.
Hearing this news, Ji Wanxin's beautiful brows furrowed fiercely, tears flowed out instantly, she reached out and touched Ji Yunshu's cold hand.
Distressed: "You have waited for two years, haven't you already made the worst plan?"
"No, for the past two years, I have always believed that he was alive."
"Yun Shu..."
"Without Ji Pei, my heart is dead. You don't have to persuade me. You know, I can't bear it any longer."
Ji Yunshu was very firm, those icy eyes showed no emotion, and the hand holding the candlestick also exerted a little force.
Ji Wanxin's words rolled in her throat, and she sighed, trying to persuade her at last.
"Even if you leave Jifu now, you don't need to make the situation so bad. The third brother just died, and the father and grandmother are heartbroken. You just made a fuss, and you will end up with a title that your six relatives do not recognize. , of course it's not going well."
"Are you ringing the alarm bell for me?"
"Yun Shu, I'm here for your own good."
"No need." She whispered, and a moment later, she took off the veil from her face.
The slender dark red scar was revealed in Ji Wanxin's eyes under the light of the candlelight in his hand.
She knew that Ji Yunshu had ruined her face, but she didn't expect that the damage would be too severe, tearing that delicate face that was not inferior to her, making it look ugly.
"This… "
Ji Wanxin's tears flowed down, her face distressed.
But Ji Yunshu smiled coldly: "This scar is all taken by me for the original owner of this body and the kindness I gave to the Ji family for years of upbringing. From now on, the previous Ji Yunshu will all be dead."
No, that Ji Yunshu is dead!
She just lived for her for five years, like a puppet for five years.
Now, she was tired and exhausted. Ji Yunshu, who was good at forbearance, disappeared the moment she learned that Ji Pei was dead.
Ji Wanxin was still thinking about the meaning of her words.
What is the original owner
what is dead
She sounded confused.
Ji Yunshu had already put on the veil again, walked around her, walked behind her, and stopped.
Turning his back to her, Ji Yunshu asked, "Do you know who leaked what Ji Pei and I said under the plum tree back then?"
Ji Wanxin trembled faintly, and slowly spit out a few words.
"I have no idea."
"You didn't lie to me?"
"no!"
After getting a response, Ji Yunshu didn't ask any more questions and walked out of the courtyard.
When Ji Wanxin turned around, all she saw was Ji Yunshu's back in a cape, with an oil lamp in his hand, walking away.
She gritted her teeth, feeling inexplicably unhappy in her heart, the distress in her eyes just swept away, and what was rubbed in her eyes was a deep sense of confusion and jealousy.
She doesn't understand now, why Jing Rong can burn the whip that the emperor gave to her father for her, and send Ji Yuanzhi to prison for her, even if she is disfigured now, that man will not leave .
Why
In terms of birth, in terms of appearance, in what way is she inferior to Ji Yunshu!
Even the person who met Jingrong first was himself!
A few days ago, on the day that the mansion hosted a banquet to entertain the distinguished guests from the capital, the moment she saw Jing Rong come in, her heart was already faintly affected by him.
Now, I can't pull it out, I can't push it away!
"Why, why do you always grab what I like?"
Vicious tone, unusually treacherous...
The front yard, the entire hall, was already surrounded by fire, and the Ji family hurriedly brought water to put out the fire.
The coffin was moved from the hall to the outside, the fire spread, and the coffin was moved out a little, and it was almost close to the gate.
Ji Yunshu returned to the front yard, everyone was busy putting out the fire, and she seemed to have forgotten the culprit.
She glanced indifferently at the hall surrounded by fire, and turned her attention to Ji Yuanzhi's coffin.
Then, a piece of white cloth satin on the beam of the house was torn down with force and threw it on the coffin, and the candlestick in his hand was pushed up at the same time.
The white cloth satin instantly burst into flames!
When everyone reacted, the coffin was already wrapped in fire!
And Ji Yunshu, with his body upright, was leaving the Ji Mansion gate step by step.
Behind her is a raging flame. She is like a phoenix reborn from nirvana. Aside from all her intolerance and kindness, she wants to use the fire to burn away all the coldness!
The entire Jifu, shouting, crying, exploded into one piece!
Lang Bo was on the beam next to him, and after prying into everything, he jumped off the beam.
He trotted to a dark place not far from Ji Mansion, and reported, "Miss Ji set the fire, and burned Ji Yuanzhi's coffin!"
I didn't expect that little girl to be so cruel!
Jing Rong put his hands behind his back, a fierce look rose in his eyes, and the corners of his lips twitched: "Since there's already a fire, I'm not afraid that the fire will get bigger."
"Yes, my subordinate understands."
So, Lang Bo took a few people and sneaked into the backyard of Ji Mansion, the three courtyards in the north, south and north, and set three fires respectively!
The entire Ji Mansion was plunged into a huge flame!
Ji Yunshu left the house, and before he walked far, he saw Jing Rong waiting for him in the distance.
He stood under a worn-out lantern, the shadows of the mottled treetops around him reflected on his body, swaying faintly, as if to hide him a little illusory and unreal.
This kind of scene, without the ruffian and frivolous eyes, in an instant, he is still very attractive.
However, Ji Yunshu seems a little uncommon!
As she approached, Jing Rong asked her, "Have you made a decision?"
"Yes."
"So, what do you have to explain?"
"Take Wei Yi."
"Okay, this king promised you, but what else?"
"You are the prince, I am a commoner!"
You are the king, I am the concubine!
Undoubtedly, it was not a prompt, reminding him that even if Ji Pei died, she could not tolerate him in her heart.
He finally realized the feeling of being torn open in his heart.
But in the end, he raised his eyebrows a little.
"Okay, this king remembers it."