After Ji Wanrong finished treating Dong Bicheng, he squeezed out with difficulty from the crowds of Imperial Physicians Sun and Liu, who shouted "Master".
What he saw was Mo Jiecheng's somewhat pale face.
The smell of blood was very strong, the wound on his back seemed to have opened, and the blood soaked his clothes.
Ji Wanrong gave him a very cold look, turned around and wanted to leave.
Unexpectedly, Mo Jiecheng stopped her again. The distance between the two was not far or close. Although he did not speak, his attitude was tough and defensive.
It was not difficult for Ji Wanrong to see that he really hated himself. Even if he took the initiative to find her, he would stay far away and do some mental construction for a long time.
"I want to buy your potions and pills, please give me a price." Mo Jiecheng's voice was cold, with the usual naturalness of a superior.
He wasn't actually hurting himself.
He just listened to Dong Bicheng's words and wanted to test the effect of this medicine. If this medicine is effective and popularized in the army in the future, it can greatly reduce the mortality rate of soldiers.
Ji Wanrong narrowed his eyes, and then he understood the reason why Mo Jiecheng suddenly took the initiative to find her again.
It turned out that I wanted to buy medicine from her.
I want to ask her for help, but her attitude is still so strong.
Then she slowly stopped and stood in front of Mo Jiecheng, her back straightened a little more. "If you want my medicine, that's fine. I don't need money, but I need you to promise me something."
When Mo Jiecheng heard this, he seemed to think of something bad in the past, his face became gloomy, and his whole body suddenly became tense.
Before he could speak, he heard Ji Wanrong speak again.
"I want you to come with me to meet someone."
"Meet...someone?"
Mo Jiecheng's eyebrows wrinkled. Is there anyone else in Prince Han's palace whom Ji Wanrong needs to visit?
Ji Wanrong smiled affirmatively at him, smiling like a cunning little fox.
"It is Beili's custom that on the second day of the wedding, the bride is required to serve tea to the elders. Do you know this? I have no rules and am afraid of making the elders unhappy, so I want you to accompany me."
"Don't worry, I'll give you the pills as soon as you finish this."
When Mo Jiecheng heard this, he nodded with a cold face.
Although he didn't show it on his face, he was very curious in his heart.
Who else in this mansion needs him to bring Ji Wanrong to visit?
Seeing Qing, he led the two of them to Gu Mingyue's climbing building.
The journey was not far, but it was hot summer, and it was noon. The sun was hanging high above our heads, scorching the ground. When we stood under the sun, it felt hot and painful.
All three of them sweated a lot. Ji Wanrong was not afraid of heat, so he naturally didn't feel anything.
But Mo Jiecheng's back was stinging even more because of the wet sweat.
The further we walked in Mojie City, the more familiar this road became.
He finally remembered that there was a female official sent by the Queen in his palace, and he wondered, could it be that the Queen Mother secretly came over and specifically asked Ji Wanrong to come and see her?
Several people finally arrived at Gu Mingyue's climbing building.
The decoration of the Denggao Building is extremely elegant, and the courtyard is much larger than Ji Wanrong's Chuyun Garden. It is surrounded by white curtains made of precious silk, fluttering in the wind.
This is Gu Mingyue's unique taste. What she likes most is noble things.
Hanging white silk makes the high-rise building look more fairy-like, as if you can climb high to see far away and pick up the moon.
The corner of Ji Wanrong's mouth twitched. For some reason, she felt that the temperature had dropped a lot when she entered the high-rise building.
And in the courtyard of Denggaolou, for some reason, there was no maid waiting outside today.
Ji Wanrong winked at Jian Qing who was standing aside, "Jian Qing, go in and report, and then tell her that Ji Wanrong is here to pay her respects!"
Ji Wanrong stood there and waited for a while. He saw Jian Qing coming out soon, but Jian Qing had a sad face and said nothing.
Instead, Caiyue's domineering voice came from inside the house.
"Now that you are here, just stand obediently at the door! When you have time, we will meet you naturally!"
Mo Jiecheng felt even more strange. He looked at Ji Wanrong, but Ji Wanrong nodded affirmatively towards him and stood there obediently, looking very disciplined.
"The elder must have a reason for saying this. We will just wait."
Ji Wanrong can wait, but Mo Jiecheng cannot wait!
This position was wrong. When Ji Wanrong entered the yard, he suddenly changed positions with Mo Jiecheng. She happened to be in the shadow at the moment.
Mo Jiecheng had kept some distance from Ji Wanrong, but now he was standing completely under the sun, with his back being scorched by the scorching sun and the soles of his feet feeling hot.
A gust of wind blew by, and his face was slapped by the white curtain.
Although it doesn't hurt, it is very annoying.
Big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
Mo Jiecheng took a deep breath, his face was livid, his body was stiff due to the wound on his back, and there was a hint of anger in his chest.
I couldn't figure out what my mother meant today, and I just felt that the wound on my back hurt even more.
But inside the high-rise building, there is a cool air.
Gu Mingyue was wearing a dress made of milky white silk. She leaned on the imperial concubine's couch as soft as a bone. She held her orchid fingers in one hand and went to eat grapes.
Her face looks as beautiful as Xiaojiabiyu's.
Caiyue gently fanned Gu Mingyue on the side.
"Then how long has Ji Wanrong been standing at the door?" She opened her lips softly, her voice was lazy, but she also hid a bit of pride.
"Sir, she has been standing there for half a stick of incense. I have specially removed all the servants. No news will spread, and the prince will not know about it."
Caiyue said, not knowing what she thought of, and laughed softly, "The sun is poisonous outside. If she stands there for half a stick of incense, I'm afraid she will become a human!"
Gu Mingyue also laughed when she heard this, feeling unspeakably happy in her heart.
So what if she becomes a princess? Isn’t the stewardship in her hands? She wanted Ji Wanrong to stand, and Ji Wanrong had to stand obediently.
Ever since she made up her mind to come to the palace to be a female official, it was impossible for her to be betrothed to anyone else. She would be the prince's woman for the rest of her life.
But during these days in the palace, although she was in charge of the backyard of the palace, she didn't even meet the prince.
She felt that she had almost forgotten what the prince looked like.
But the prince actually got married to Ji Wanrong and actually had a bridal chamber with her.
How could she endure this! ?
Gu Mingyue thought, her eyes became sharp, she raised her chin slightly, Shi Shiran stood up, her tone was arrogant.
"How long has Ji Wanrong been standing there?"
"It's almost time for a stick of incense."
"Seeing that she is so persistent in meeting me, I will reluctantly go out to meet her."
Gu Mingyue said proudly, then delicately supported Caiyue's hand, walked to the door, and gently opened the door.
There was a heat wave in front of me.
