Lin Shu ordered someone to find a pen and paper and a small table and moved them to the cell.
Sitting cross-legged across from Ji Yunshu.
Outside the cell, there were two little jailers standing.
Supervision!
Lin Shu tugged at his sleeve with one hand and grinded it with the other until he could grind it. Then he picked up the pen and said, "Miss Ji, just say what you want to say, and I'll write it down for you."
Great attitude!
Ji Yunshu stared at the white paper in front of him and glanced at the two jailers outside before turning the straw at his fingertips, thinking about it seriously,
"Actually... If I really want to talk about my last words, I have nothing to say. After all, I have neither family nor colleagues, and I don't know my neighbors, but I know a few embroidered aunts on the street. But they have relatives and family members, and they are not linked to me. The only one who is still involved is only King Rong, but I really can't bear to send him a suicide note, but... I can't leave a last word without leaving it, right?" She pondered.
Lin Shu didn't rush, and continued to pick up the pen and wait!
Until the ink on the nib dries, it dipped in the inkstone again.
Ji Yunshu finally lit up and said, "By the way, there are some things to explain, but it may be a little long, don't mind Master Lin."
"It's alright, tell me."
She cleared her throat, "I put two sandalwood boxes in Zhuxi Garden, one contains tools for painting, and the other contains knives of various styles. If I die, it would be a pity to put them there. Hmm... I would like to leave the painting tools to Miss Tang in Yuhua Pavilion. She is rather impatient and sometimes likes to act impulsive. If I give her this painting tool, I hope she will settle down. After getting married with Mo Ruo, I can’t fight and kill all my life, right? Here, I still have a few words for Mo Ruo. Fortunately, he helped me along the way from the capital to the imperial residence. I should have officially met him in front of him. Say thank you, I can only write it in the suicide note now, but although the words are cold, my sincerity is still very full... "
Lin Shu kept his head down in writing.
Ji Yunshu picked up the call, worried that he would not be able to keep up, and asked, "Lord Lin, am I talking too much?"
"It's okay." After he made the last stroke, he put away the pen, and fanned the paper to let the ink on it dry. Then he handed it to Ji Yunshu and asked, "Look, what else do you want? make up?"
She took it and reviewed them one by one, frowning slightly inadvertently and shaking her head, "No, let's write something else."
After speaking, she tore up the densely written paper in her hand.
So Lin Shu started writing again.
This time, Ji Yunshu simply said something.
After writing it, Lin Shu showed it to her again.
be satisfied.
She praised: "Sir Lin is indeed very knowledgeable. I speak so messily, but you are so well organized and your handwriting is neat."
"You're welcome!" Lin Shu began to pack his things, folded the written suicide note, and said, "If Miss Ji has nothing else to explain, then I'll go first."
"Thank you, Lord Lin."
Lin Shu didn't say much, patted his ashes sleeves, got up and left the cell.
From beginning to end, the two did not communicate much at all, as if they had never met in Mingshan Academy.
After Lin Shu left, the jailer closed the door of the cell.
In the darkened cell, Ji Yunshu's face was calm, and the long straw in her hand was bent a little bit in her hand.
She looked at the torn suicide note on the messy straw, and vaguely saw a few complete words on the piece of paper.
Tomorrow, hour, preparation, execution ground...
These words did not come out of her mouth, they were written by Lin Shu himself.
Just in case, she picked up the pieces and tore them again.
This time it's really scum!
Suddenly, she felt a sudden pain in her abdomen.
Toad poison strikes again!
She bent her knees, took out the medicine bottle that Mo Ruo had left for her from her sleeves, and with trembling hands, she took a pill from it and dropped it into her palm, but... She stared at the pill for a while, then gritted her teeth secretly. , stuffed the medicine back into the bottle, resting his sweating forehead on his knees,
Soon, the pain has gradually spread throughout her body, her pale lips are biting tightly, and her hands are pulling on the clothes, almost scratching and tearing the fabric on her body.
But to see if you can survive it
…
On the other side, Lin Shu handed the suicide note to Jing Yi who arrived.
The words on the suicide note are densely packed, and the things explained are optional.
A lot of mess!
Lin Shu asked, "Your Highness, when will this suicide note be sent?"
Jing Yi sneered and dismissed it, "When the head of Miss Ji in the prison falls, you will send it to Prince Rong's mansion in person."
"Yes."
"Okay, you go down first."
"Yes." Lin Shu was very well-behaved and silently stepped back.
At this time, Douquan entered the house.
Jing Yi asked, "Is there any movement in Prince Rong's mansion?"
"very quiet."
"very quiet?"
"Prince Rong did not enter the palace, nor did he go to the Ministry of Punishment, and the people in Prince Rong's mansion did not act in secret." Douquan worried, "My lord, is there any fraud in this?"
Jing Yi thought deeply and shook his head: "If there is a fraud, Prince Rong's mansion can't be so quiet. He cares about his Mr. Ji so much, how could he not save people?"
"That prince?"
"Anyway, keep an eye on it, and report it immediately if there is any movement."
"Yes."
"By the way, how is Ji Siyin's arrangement?" Jing Yi asked again.
"Ji Siyin has secretly mobilized a lot of troops and horses, and together with several generals, he has already controlled all the inside and outside of the capital. As long as the prince gives an order, the gate of the capital can be closed."
Jing Yi was satisfied: "Very well, the palace is now under the control of this king. Just keep an eye on Jing Rong and don't make any accidents. In a few days, this throne... belongs to this king."
That yin-filled face is full of monstrous desire for power!
The throne, he is about to decide.
But what he didn't expect was that even on the second day, Prince Rong's mansion was still very quiet.
Seeing that, it was time to behead Ji Yunshu.
Prison prison.
Two jailers were ordered to go in and take people.
Ji Yunshu had messy long hair, lying on the foul-smelling straw, his face was very pale, and his eyes were unable to open.
Like a puddle of mud!
Jailer: "Your Excellency has an order to escort you to the execution ground."
Ji Yunshu was so weak that he could not make a sound.
The two jailers stepped forward to stand up and drag them all the way to the execution ground.
She knelt on the torture platform, her hands were tied upside down, and a slashing token was inserted into her back, which made her body unable to bend, but her head drooped weakly, and her long hair was scattered, covering her somewhat dirty face.
This time, it was Master Li who was in charge of the execution. He looked at Ji Yunshu, who was kneeling on the stage and was dying, sweating in his heart.
I don't know if this time, there will be "retaining people under the knife"