"With me, you won't die!"
This is what Moruo has promised countless times.
Jing Xian smiled lightly, closed the box, put it aside, raised his heavy eyelids and looked out the window.
He said weakly, "Mo Ruo, my life and death are ultimately beyond my control. Since my mother and concubine passed away fourteen years ago, I have been staying in this closed palace wall, day after day, year after year. With a body like a puppet, being looked at by people and being nourished by medicine, even if you take a step outside the palace gate, there will be countless pairs of eyes staring at it.
Very bleak!
For fourteen years, everything he had was trapped in this dilapidated palace.
To put it a bit harsher, his whole life was imprisoned by Emperor Qi Zhen. Even if the prince ascended the throne in the future and left him alive, he was destined to be inseparable from this cage.
Moruo held his arm and said seriously, "Wait a minute, when you are healed, the emperor naturally has no reason to trap you in the palace."
"Is there such a day?"
"Yes, you should believe me!"
"Moruo, thank you." Jing Xian's pale lips smiled gratefully.
"Your mother-in-law is kind to my Mo family, and you should help you. Besides, my father explained before his death that he must find a way to cure your illness. That old guy entrusted me with the heavy responsibility, and I can't let him in Even under Jiuquan, he can't rest his eyes."
Absolute dutiful son!
Although Mo Ruo was a fool, loves wine and beauty, he has always followed his words, let alone what his dead father explained.
"Anyway, you should recuperate well, and don't think wildly."
"Understood." Jing Xian replied, and asked again, "By the way, I heard that the father and the emperor handed over the disappearance case in the capital to Jing Rong, how about you find out?"
"Almost died."
Um
Jing Xian asked eagerly, "What's wrong? But something went wrong?"
Moruo shook his head and sighed again, "The case has been verified, but he was slightly injured."
"is it serious?"
"With me here, it's naturally fine, but you know his temperament. Although it is better to save one life than to build a seven-level pagoda, he is the only one who saves people regardless of his own life."
Jing Xian naturally couldn't understand what he said vaguely, and he didn't get into it.
He just said, "It's fine if he's all right, this case has been solved, the royal father will naturally allow him to open the coffin, if the case of Duke Yuguo's mansion is really cleared up, his status in the court will naturally be affected. Improve, but you also have to remind him, don't show your edge too quickly."
Mo Ruo was puzzled, "You kid, you are alone in this hall of colleagues, thinking that you don't hear things outside the window, but you understand everything in your heart!"
"Although deserted is better than deserted, if you watch the branches and leaves return to their roots every day, there will be times when you will be bored, and you will listen to Fulu talk about things outside. When I am old, I like to meddle in my own business. I like to listen to everything inside and outside the palace. After listening to it, I can’t hide it, so I can tell it to me. For the time being, I also like to listen.”
Jing Xian seemed to have said these words for a long time before he finished speaking, and he used all his strength for every sentence.
On the other hand, Mo Ruo listened patiently, even became curious and sat upright.
Asked, "Then I want to hear, what else did Fulu say to you?"
"All that needs to be said."
"Oh? Come on, let me hear it. I've been away from Beijing for a while. I can't hear everything in the capital. You can make up for it."
Just about to pour a cup of tea and eat some melon seeds!
Jing Xian squinted his eyes, but his body was a little tired. His long, white fingers were slowly tucked into his wide sleeves.
Slowly speaking, "In these two days, the people from Qu Jiang, who are probably making trouble in the frontier, will enter the capital. You remember to remind Jing Rong to let him wait for the frontier affairs to be resolved, and then investigate the case of the Duke Yuguo's mansion, not here. It's time to go to Linshan to open the coffin, so as not to make the father and emperor unhappy."
Mo Ruo didn't hear any interesting gossip, so she was inevitably a little disappointed. She patted her thigh, got up, and said, "Forget it, I'll bring this to him for you, and you can rest well. Next time, I'll go to the palace to see you. , you can stay here with peace of mind, and one day, you will be able to leave the palace."
These words only brought Jing Xian a faint smile.
His eyes drooped, and he said, "The mother-in-law once said that when a fallen leaf returns to its roots, it will eventually return to its original place and leave the palace? Is there really such a day... "
The sound is getting more and more hollow!
Getting lighter!
Jing Xian on the rocking chair dazed his eyes and gradually fell asleep.
Mo Ruo sighed lightly, thinking that among the princes in this world, only Jing Xian is the only one who has had such a miserable life.
He took a thin blanket and put it on Jing Xian's body and left the inner room.
He summoned Fulu and instructed, "Take good care of King Xian, remember, don't drink the medicine sent by the Taiyuan Hospital, take the medicine according to the prescription I prescribed before, and watch him drink it, understand?"
Fulu nodded, "Old slave understands!"
Moruo looked at the dilapidated yard and said, "Where does this yard live? After all, he is also a prince. You can send someone to repair it, and you should buy more."
"Yes Yes Yes… "
Fu Lu should also be down.
Moruo looked inside the house and left uneasy.
…
After the disappearance case was solved, Jing Zhaoyin sorted out the papers and prepared to report to Dali Temple for the record, but he still came to Prince Rong's mansion first and showed the papers to Prince Rong.
In the booth!
"As long as the Dali Temple has a seal on this case, it will be closed. Wang Ye will go to the palace in person after the injury is healed? Like King Yi, go to face the Holy Spirit?"
To put it bluntly, it is clearly to let Jing Rong take credit, and maybe Emperor Qizhen will be delighted, what can he reward!
Together with him, Jing Zhaoyin can also touch the light!
Although Jing Rong had bandages on his head and hands, he was always weak, and the eagle's frowning eyes were still burning with fire.
He took a sip from a cup of tea.
Gently put it down and said, "No need, let Dali Temple handle it, and that Gan Luliang, how he should be tried, how he should be tried. Although no murder, but destroying the body and destroying traces is equivalent to the same crime."
"Yes, the subordinate understands."
"Go down."
Jing Zhaoyin handed over, packed up the papers, and prepared to leave.
In the distance, Lu Jiang suddenly hurried forward with a solemn expression, standing outside the pavilion.
"My lord, it's not good."
"What's the matter?" Jing Rongsu asked.
"Miss Ruan, she's missing!"
boom-
The teacup, from Jing Rong's fingertips, landed firmly on the table.
at the same time-
The little girl in Dongyuan carried Ji Yunshu into the room to change into clean clothes, and handed her a neatly folded note.
"Mr. Ji, is this note yours?"
Ji Yunshu took it over with a confused look.
"mine?"
girl nods!
"It fell from the clothes that Mr. changed."
"Which dress?"
"The dress that the gentleman wore when he was injured."