In front of Yin Guan and the guards, Jing Rong hugged Ji Yunshu who had fainted, got into the carriage and left the east gate.
Ji Wanxin naturally followed suit!
Watching the carriage get farther away, Yin Guan's nervous heart barely calmed down.
In the distance, Jing Yi's eyes also became very clear as the carriage moved away. He clenched his fists tightly, as if he had caught the flag of victory.
Success is only one step away!
"Jing Rong, this king is waiting for you to leave the capital obediently. In this life, don't even think about coming back!"
Somber sound!
Immediately, he waved his hand towards Douquan.
"Go home."
Lower the car curtain.
Douquan responded and rode his horse away from the east gate.
Rong Wang's mansion!
When Ji Yunshu was brought back, he was covered in blood, his face was pale, his face was covered in cold sweat, and his weak body was trembling faintly.
In less than a while, Moruo came over.
When he saw Ji Yunshu lying on the bed, he was startled. The woman on the bed was lying on her stomach, her pale clothes were stained with blood, like a smashed patty.
The next moment, he took a deep breath, shook his head, walked to the bed and sat down, and ordered someone to bring a pot of hot water over.
Jing Rong stood aside, his eyes fixed on the back of Ji Yunshu's head.
His face was solemn.
After a long time, he said to Moruo, "I can't let her have anything to do."
Moro squinted at him.
Ask: "If she dies, what about you?"
"I can't live either." Without the slightest hesitation.
Mo Ruo was not surprised by his answer, but said, "Jingrong, sooner or later, either you will kill her or she will kill you."
With a hint of reminder, and a hint of blame!
Jing Rong was speechless.
All these words were heard by Ji Wanxin, who was beside her. She bent her fingers, pressed her fingertips tightly against the palm of her hand, and pressed her pointed fingernails against her flesh. It seemed that with a little more force, her fingernails would sink deeply.
At this moment, she really hoped that Ji Yunshu would never wake up!
But on her weak appearance, she hid her thoughts, revealing only full of distress, and looked at the person on the bed with tears in her eyes.
Later, Mo Ruo sent back the people in the house, leaving only Shi Zijin and Ji Wanxin.
It took a stick of incense to put medicine on Ji Yunshu's back, and she took another pill. With Ji Wanxin's help, she bandaged the wound and changed her clothes.
Moruo wiped the blood on his hands, straightened his clothes, picked up a brush and wrote a few names of medicines on the paper, and handed it to Shi Zijin.
Instructed: "Go to Yuhua Pavilion and ask the child to pick up a few stickers according to the medicine on the list and send them over."
Shi Zijin grabbed the list, turned around and disappeared!
At this moment, Jing Rong was sitting beside the bed, her hand in her sleeve raised a few inches, and after a while, she put it down again, clenched into a fist and tucked it into her sleeve, her deep eyes looked at Ji Yunshu's pale face, His eyes were fixed for a long time before he looked away.
He got up and walked to Mo Ruo's side and asked, "How?"
Mo Ruo didn't even look at him: "I was already weak, and now I've suffered this kind of crime, and I'll lie down for a few months in the worst case, and a month in the lightest case, but with me here, it won't be so serious, at most, seven Eight days will be fine."
Shake it up!
"En!" He nodded and said coldly, "You stay here first, I'll go out."
With that said, he stepped out the door.
Mo Ruo chased after him, grabbed him, and asked, "Are you going to see King Yi?"
Obviously not a question, but a certainty!
Jing Rong was not surprised why Mo Ruo knew about this, after all, that kid was very well informed.
So he nodded.
Mo Ruo sighed: "It's a destiny, no one can change it, Jingrong, Jingrong, this is fate!"
Jing Rong said nothing and left.
When Mo Ruo turned around and entered, Ji Wanxin was coughing very badly.
He pulled her over and sat down: "I'll take the pulse for you."
"Thank you."
Moruo put a handkerchief on Ji Wanxin's wrist and gently placed her fingertips on it.
After a while, he moved his hand away.
"The girl's body is weak, and she has a cold body. She suffered from the cold since she was a child and did not take good care of it. This is the root of the disease."
"Young Master Mo is indeed a genius doctor. My disease is an old one, and it can't be cured."
"Illness starts from the heart." Moruo said, then picked up the pen, wrote a prescription on the paper, and handed it to her: "After you go back, take a few patches according to the medicine above, and take it on time every day, although you can't It cures the root, but it has a relieving effect.”
Explain one by one.
Ji Wanxin took the prescription and thanked, "Thank you, Young Master Mo."
"No need!" he said indifferently.
"Young Master Mo and Prince Rong are confidants and good friends?"
"Yep!"
Ji Wanxin lowered her eyes slightly, and said casually, "King Rong treats Yunshu very well, presumably, Young Master Mo has never seen King Rong treat a woman like this before, right?"
Weird to ask these!
Moruo looks like a heartless person, but he is very shrewd in his heart.
He put down the things in his hand and looked at Ji Wanxin with a scrutiny look, his peach blossom eyes tightened a bit: "Miss Ji really cares about Prince Rong?"
Uh!
Mo Ruo is Mo Ruo, straight-minded, what it is, and he is too lazy to hide his words.
Ji Wanxin didn't expect her own thoughts to be caught, so she was apprehensive for a moment, her palms suddenly sweated, but she dressed calmly and explained, "Young Master Mo has misunderstood, I'm just asking a few words."
Moro smiled and didn't answer.
Also the palace!
Jing Yi was sitting on the seat in the hall. There was a piece of tissue paper on the table in front of her. She was holding a brush in one hand, dipped in ink, and clutching the wide sleeve with the other, and began to write on the paper. get up what.
With great interest!
On the bamboo mat, a small incense burner was placed, and the fragrance emanated from the small mouth, lingering in the house, permeating the heart.
In the quiet environment, it seems that the sound of brush strokes on paper can be heard.
Until the sound of footsteps broke the silence at this moment—
Jing Yi didn't lift his head, and continued to write on the paper, his cold lips lifted up evilly.
He knows who is coming!
Jing Rong walked in with a cold face and stood in front of him.
He doesn't call him!
He ignores him!
Until Jing Yi's brushstrokes fell to the last stroke.
Putting the pen on the ivory pen holder, he looked at the words he had written and said with admiration, "Okay."
shameless!
Then, he looked up at the scene in front of him and said with a smile, "Dignified Prince Rong, why are you free today? I just heard that Mr. Ji, who is very clever, went to knock on the imperial drum outside the east gate. , what? Was it forty stilettos, knocked? Or…”
died
With the last two words, Jing Yi kept his words.
Jing Rong's face was expressionless, and he didn't have the leisure to listen to him, so he asked him directly.
"Dali Siqing is your person. I believe that you also intervened in this case, right?"
Jing Yi thought about it carefully and didn't understand: "Case? What case?"
I don't know what the case is!
A foolish look.