The situation in front of me is really weird!
The eyes of the dead man started to move, as if he was a corpse.
When everyone saw the situation in front of them, they wanted to say something, but they didn't dare to say anything. They all had their own thoughts and took a few steps back.
Lin Wenrui's face was pale, and Ji Chengde froze in fear.
In the huge Nanyang Marquis Mansion, no one even stepped forward to test her breath with joy.
Ji Wanrong tried hard to break free from the soldiers' hands, but found that he still couldn't move.
She looked at everything in front of her coldly, feeling suddenly sad for Mrs. Ji.
Mo Jiecheng, who was standing on the other side, stared at the black blood on Mrs. Ji's mouth. He felt that the scene in front of him was very familiar.
Mo Jiecheng's deep voice broke the weird atmosphere in the room.
"Ji Wanrong once treated Uncle Dong who had been crazy for a long time at Prince Han's Mansion. Uncle Dong also regained consciousness after spitting out a mouthful of black blood."
"Perhaps Ji Wanrong really brought Mrs. Ji back to life."
After Mo Jiecheng said this, he wanted to step forward to test Mrs. Ji's aura.
But Ji Yunyao's calm and sharp voice interrupted Mo Jiecheng's movements: "Madness is different from death. Maybe it's because my grandmother's soul felt wronged that it highlighted the black blood and asked us to find out the truth for her!"
If Ji Wanrong really rescued Mrs. Ji, then Ji Wanrong's accusation of poisoning her grandmother would be self-defeating. She would never allow this to happen.
As soon as Ji Yunyao's words came out, everyone had never seen Ji Wanrong's medical skills before, so they naturally felt that Ji Yunyao's words were very reasonable.
After all, the dead are different from the living. If it could really bring people back to life, it would be a god!
So they all looked at Ji Wanrong with contempt.
Ji Chengde was even more angry and took several steps back. He spoke to Ji Wanrong angrily.
"What a sin! Not only did you kill your grandmother, you even disturbed her soul! Jing Zhaoyin, take Ji Wanrong into the sky prison now and deal with her impartially. I have no daughter like this! "
Mo Jiecheng was suddenly stunned.
He did not look at Ji Wanrong, but looked at Ji Yunyao with surprised eyes.
Ji Yunyao's eyes were red and tears were still hanging on her cheeks. She looked pitiful and pitiful.
But she insisted that Mrs. Ji was already dead.
She seemed... unwilling to believe that her grandmother was still alive.
But she just cried so sadly...
Mo Jiecheng frowned slightly, feeling that Ji Yunyao in front of him seemed to have become unfamiliar.
He took a deep look at Ji Yunyao, then walked to Mrs. Ji's bedside without hesitation, stretched out his hand to test the pulse of Mrs. Ji's neck.
He also saw countless dead people in the army.
In just one breath, Mo Jiecheng was sure that Mrs. Ji still had a pulse.
His deep eyes swept across Ji Yunyao's face, then looked at Ji Wanrong, and then said to everyone.
"I can confirm that Mrs. Ji is breathing again. She is not a fake corpse, nor is her soul manifesting. If Princess Duan doesn't believe it, she can ask the imperial doctor just now to come and test her."
Ji Yunyao stared at Mo Jiecheng's face in disbelief. She never expected that Mo Jiecheng would speak for Ji Wanrong.
But she looked at Mo Jiecheng pitifully for a long time, but she didn't see Mo Jiecheng turn his head to look at her again.
Ji Yunyao had some bad premonitions in her heart.
As soon as Mo Jiecheng said this, Jingzhao Yincai called two more imperial doctors to come forward for examination.
The two imperial doctors checked Mrs. Ji's pulse, and their faces showed great surprise: "Old Mrs. Ji has a pulse!"
When Ji Wanrong heard this, he looked at Jing Zhaoyin and the eldest princess with calm eyes: "I saved my grandmother, does that prove that there is someone else who poisoned her?"
Jing Zhaoyin has been an official for more than ten years, and this is the first time he has seen this situation today. He cleared his throat: "The current situation can only prove that your suspicion has been greatly reduced, but there is no evidence to prove that it is not you. Poisoned."
"What if grandma speaks and becomes my witness?"
Let Mrs. Ji, who has been paralyzed by a stroke for a long time, speak?
Everyone present was shocked. This was almost as difficult as the resurrection from the dead just now.
"Of course." Before Jing Zhaoyin could speak, Princess Changhe took the lead and answered Ji Wanrong's question.
Princess Changhe is His Majesty’s biological sister and is highly respected by His Majesty. She is probably in her forties now.
She devoted herself to worshiping Buddha, and today she came to Nanyang Marquis Mansion with others to appreciate the scriptures copied by Ji Yunyao himself, but she did not want to encounter the murder of Mrs. Ji.
And the person who poisoned her was actually Mrs. Ji's granddaughter, the famous disaster star.
Because of her presence, Nanyang Hou reported to the official.
She was different from everyone who was startled. Ever since she entered Wutong Garden, her expression had been peaceful and solemn, until she saw Mrs. Ji coming back to life.
Then she heard Ji Wanrong say that Mrs. Ji, who had suffered a stroke, could speak, so she spoke with burning eyes.
It was as if I was looking forward to Ji Wanrong's next move.
As soon as the eldest princess's words came out, Ji Wanrong was let go by the two soldiers.
Ji Wanrong moved his arms, took out the silver needle, and walked straight to Mrs. Ji's bedside.
Without saying a word, he lowered his head and began to acupuncture Mrs. Ji.
Mo Jiecheng stood beside her, staring at her movements without saying a word.
He looked at it and then moved his gaze to Ji Wanrong's white side face. He pursed his lips tightly and didn't know what he was thinking.
After half a stick of incense, Ji Wanrong breathed a sigh of relief. She raised her head and moved her cervical spine.
Just as Ji Wanrong moved his cervical vertebrae, everyone saw Mrs. Ji's fingers on the bedside moving slightly.
Then he suddenly opened his eyes again.
There was a small exclamation in the room.
Cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of Lin Wenrui and Ji Yunyao, and even the eldest princess's expression changed a little.
Seeing this, Ji Wanrong hurriedly stepped forward, sat beside the bed, and stared into her cloudy eyes: "Grandma? Are you awake?"
Madam Ji blinked her eyes blankly, and shook Ji Wanrong's cold little hand with her big, calloused hands.
Then he didn't speak, but raised his hand with great difficulty and pointed at Ji Chengde's position.
Ji Wanrong was slightly taken aback by Mrs. Ji's actions. Seeing that she wanted her biological son to come to the bedside, she could only get out of the way.
When Princess Duan saw the scene in front of her, she burst into laughter and said, "You still want your grandmother to speak up to testify for you? Your grandmother didn't want to see you when she opened her eyes. I'm afraid you really did poison me!" "
Ji Chengde saw his mother who had suffered a stroke for a long time. He opened his eyes and even called himself over. He felt very proud.
From now on, he will be praised by thousands of people as a filial son!
In an instant, he burst into tears and rushed to Mrs. Ji's bedside. He lay on the bedside and almost cried: "Mom! I am your good son Chengde! Chengde finally sees you again." Got it!"
Mrs. Ji opened her eyes and stared at Ji Chengde.
Holding the bed with one hand, he slowly straightened up with Mo Jiecheng's support, raising his calloused hands high.
There was a "pop-" sound.
She exerted all her strength and gave Ji Chengde a hard slap in the face.
