"Mo Jie Cheng, what are you standing here for?"
Ji Wanrong frowned and looked at him.
Mo Jiecheng took a deep breath and stepped into the threshold.
"I suddenly thought that something was left in the flower hall, so I came back to pick it up. When I happened to pass the door, I was stopped by Chongzhou. It was a coincidence."
The corners of Ji Wanrong's mouth twitched.
Chongzhou also nodded beside him: "Yes, that's right."
"But Master, what important thing did you leave behind, and where is it?"
Mo Jiecheng gritted his teeth and glared at Chongzhou fiercely.
He suddenly felt that Chongzhou's brain would be better off picking up shit than staying by his side.
Mo Jiecheng took two more deep breaths before his expression returned to normal. He turned to look at Zhao Runchu again and twitched the corners of his mouth.
"Young Master Zhao of Li Sui Villa, I have long admired your name."
As he spoke, he walked to Ji Wanrong's side with a traceless step: "Thank you Mr. Zhao for the invitation. I have no plans to go out for fun at the moment. However, if I have time in court, I will definitely take the princess with me. Visiting Li Sui Villa."
Zhao Runchu smiled perfunctorily and ignored the meaning of his words.
Instead, he turned to look at Ji Wanrong and said with a smile: "It's getting late. King Han is selfless and will let you go through many twists and turns tonight. You are tired, so I won't bother you. Wanrong, we will see you tomorrow." "
Even Wan Rong was called?
Mo Jiecheng raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes, feeling that there was something in his words, very yin and yang.
He frowned and looked at Zhao Runchu. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Zhao Runchu nodded politely towards him, then turned and left.
Mo Jiecheng was so angry that he felt like his punch had hit the cotton.
When he saw Zhao Runchu leaving, he turned to look at Ji Wanrong.
"What did you just say to him?"
Ji Wanrong crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you overhear everything?"
Mo Jiecheng raised his eyebrows as he listened: "I didn't eavesdrop, I just walked to the door as I said!"
Ji Wanrong looked at his raised eyebrows and didn't bother to expose him: "He knew I was in trouble, so he wanted to come over and see if there was anything he could do to help. Then he was polite and asked me to stop by the villa. Play."
What she said was true, she just left out the crucial part.
After Ji Wanrong finished speaking, he yawned tiredly: "This is only the second time I've met him. If you don't go to the study to drink your gentle soup, why are you here asking questions?"
"I can't drink it." Mo Jiecheng's voice was hard.
"Go to bed if you can't drink. I'll go back to bed first." After Ji Wanrong said this, he walked out of the flower hall.
Seeing that there was no one in the flower hall, Mo Jiecheng took a long step and walked out of the flower hall.
After a hard night's work, it was almost dawn now, and the misty sky was turning fish belly white.
Although the two courtyards were not close to each other, they still had to take the same road at the beginning.
So while Ji Wanrong was walking, she heard Mo Jiecheng's haunting voice again, ringing in her ears: "Then why does he help you like this?"
Ji Wanrong felt a little strange when he heard Mo Jiecheng's tone.
He seems to be very hostile to Zhao Runchu.
"It's just that I met him on the road and saved his life."
Was it actually a life-saving grace? !
As Mo Jiecheng listened, the strange feeling in his heart surged up again.
He lowered his eyes and thought. Before he could figure out what he was feeling, Ji Wanrong seemed to suddenly think of something.
Her crisp voice sounded in his ears: "By the way, regarding the assassin, since you believe my words, it means that I am no longer suspicious. I should be able to come and go freely in and out of the house from now on. No need to Have I reported it to you?"
"You want to leave home?"
"Grandma is sick, and I want to treat her." Ji Wanrong wanted to hide the matter of helping the master of Miaoshou Hall to treat his illness.
"I can take you back to your parents' home on the way." Mo Jiecheng suddenly became more alert.
He will never allow any man to meet his princess!
"Besides my mother's family, I have other things to do in the next two days. It's impossible for you to come and see me off every time." Ji Wanrong frowned at him.
"Who are you meeting? What are you doing?" He cocked his neck and looked at Ji Wanrong, asking for more details.
Ji Wanrong said nothing, and his eyebrows furrowed deeper.
She didn't like this feeling of probing, and she didn't even care about Mo Jiecheng and Gu Mingyue going to the study to have soup late at night.
He actually took care of her?
Seeing that Ji Wanrong didn't speak, Mo Jiecheng felt more and more that there was something fishy about this matter.
Ji Wanrong was originally said to be an evil star, and her popularity in the capital was not good. Except for Mr. Zhao, who had ulterior motives, no one wanted to see her.
So he said coldly: "No, as for the assassin, the real culprit has not been found yet. You are still suspected. You must stay under my nose."
Ji Wanrong gritted his teeth and took a deep breath.
Seeing that he was almost reaching his yard, he didn't want to pay attention to him anymore, but walked quickly back to the yard.
The two broke up unhappy. Mo Jiecheng saw the wall of Chuyun Garden from a distance, and realized that he had sent Ji Wanrong back to the yard.
He turned around and walked silently toward his yard.
Mo Jiecheng was a little tired after walking. He kicked a pebble angrily and became more and more irritable.
"Who doesn't have the foresight to arrange Ji Wanrong's yard so far away? What do you think?"
Chongzhou said bitterly: "You are the one who has no eyesight..."
Feeling the cold gaze on his neck, Chongzhou's voice became even lower: "You specifically asked your subordinates to arrange this."
When Mo Jiecheng heard this, he looked at Chongzhou coldly and said in a strong voice: "Didn't you know how to persuade me at that time?"
Chongzhou curled his lips, "Aren't you unwilling to see the princess? My subordinates also found the drawings of the palace and chose the farthest distance."
Mo Jiecheng blew his beard and stared.
Chongzhou shivered, feeling that his master was becoming increasingly uncertain.
"Master, don't be angry. I haven't told you the good news yet. I'm very lucky to have been received by the master of Miao Hand Hall. When my subordinate reported the name of Prince Han's Mansion and asked about the Ghost Hand Miracle Doctor, she didn't say anything. He refused directly and said instead that he needed to consult the ghost-hand miracle doctor."
"The ghost-hand doctor is haunted by ghosts. We have to ask her opinion on many things first and see her mood before we can make a decision. So the master of the Miao Hand Hall is not sure, but he is willing to help us ask."
When Mo Jiecheng heard this, he nodded with satisfaction.
Chongzhou remembered that he had been scolded by Mo Jiecheng just now, and his words at this moment still contained a sense of flattery.
"I feel that since the hall master has said this, it must be a sure thing. When the ghost-hand doctor hears our famous name of Prince Han's Palace, it will be too late to be happy. We may be in a bad mood and unwilling to treat him?"
Chongzhou's words touched Mo Jiecheng's heart.
Chongzhou was right. This matter was already a sure thing. The ghost-hand doctor knew that the person who came to ask for help was the famous King Han. He was in a good mood, so it was impossible not to agree.
So he nodded with joy: "Then you go to the warehouse tomorrow, get some rare treasures, and send them to Miaoshou Hall, saying that this is a little tribute from this junior to the old man Guishou Miracle Doctor."
People are in high spirits when happy events happen. When Mo Jiecheng learned the news, his steps became brisk.
