The two of them left the post at Lu's Mansion, then got on the carriage and headed towards Lu's Mansion.
Today Jing Zhaoyin Xiu Mu and Ji Wanrong got off the carriage and saw Jing Zhao Yin's fair and fat face.
Jing Zhaoyin stood at the door dripping with sweat, stretching out a fat hand to block the sun. When he saw them, a smile appeared on his face.
Although he had a smile on his face, Ji Wanrong had an intuition that he did not welcome their arrival.
"Why is Jing Zhaoyin standing here basking in the sun, but not going to the house to accompany Mrs. Lu? We are just here for a casual visit, and it's not our fault to make you go to such trouble."
Ji Wanrong smiled at him.
Jing Zhaoyin breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Ji Wanrong said that he was just here for a visit and not with the intention of treating Mrs. Lu.
"If Princess Han is here, follow her official in quickly."
After he said this, he turned around and led the two people inside.
The two of them followed Jing Zhaoyin. Ji Wanrong looked at his strong back, but the doubts in his heart became even greater.
Princess Chuyang poked Ji Wanrong with her elbow, then turned to face her with a puzzled expression.
Ji Wanrong nodded towards her and mouthed: "Jing Zhaoyin doesn't want me to treat him."
Princess Chuyang was shocked.
After Mrs. Lu fell ill, she separated a new courtyard, which was a little far away from the main courtyard and very quiet.
When Ji Wanrong arrived at the yard, he found many maids and servants standing outside the house.
The servant still held a wooden stick in his hand, and a group of servants stood at the door with serious expressions. The doors and windows inside the house were closed, and the atmosphere in the yard was very solemn.
Princess Chuyang really realized something was wrong now: "Mrs. Lu is sick, and there is no one close to her in the capital to come and take a look at her?"
She thought that when she came today, she would meet many people and show off the crystal hairpin given to her by Master Wanrong with those old witches in the capital.
Jing Zhaoyin coughed lightly: "My wife's mother-in-law's family is outside the capital and she hasn't come back yet. Handkerchiefs were handed over in the past, but they stopped contacting her after she fell ill."
"The two noble ladies can still take the time to come and see her. If she is awake, they must be very grateful."
Ji Wanrong listened, and then asked softly: "May I ask what illness your lady has?"
Jing Zhaoyin was silent for a while before speaking: "The time has come for madness to run out. Princess Han's wishes have been accepted by the officials. Just take a look at her from a distance and you will be cured. Don't get infected."
His emotions were very complicated. Ji Wanrong could feel his sadness, but besides sadness, there were other emotions.
"We'd better go in and take a look first. We've heard that Mrs. Lu is virtuous and generous. She used to be a rare beauty in the south of the Yangtze River. Maybe her condition will soon turn from critical to safe?" Princess Chuyang said.
Mrs. Lu's original name was Yuan Yizhi. Her father was a county magistrate in Jiangnan, and she was born and raised in Jiangnan. She was a famous Jiangnan beauty.
Six years ago, she met Lu Zhongfeng, a Jing Zhaoyin who went to Jiangnan. Lu Zhongfeng would not marry her unless she was there, and he would only have his wife in the future.
When she first entered the capital, she was not welcomed. It was only when she met the eldest princess when she was worshiping Buddha that she began to have contact with the fateful wife in the capital.
It is a pity for anyone to look at this situation and not say a pity.
Seeing Jing Zhaoyin, the boy at the door stepped aside.
The wooden door creaked open, and Ji Wanrong heard a giggle.
The person in the room seemed to have encountered something happy. He kept giggling and couldn't stop, but his voice was a bit hoarse and breathless.
Ji Wanrong paused slightly and looked into the room again. The light in the room was very dark, and there seemed to be an unkempt person sitting on the bed.
Her hands were tied to the bed with slender cloth, leaving some room for free movement. But at this moment, she was smiling, playing with the red handkerchief in her hands, and humming. Ditty.
The bright red veil was as bright as blood, dancing in the dim bedroom.
Princess Chuyang touched her arms, and the hair on both arms stood up, making her back covered with cold sweat.
She leaned closer to Ji Wanrong and grabbed Ji Wanrong's arm weakly and helplessly.
Ji Wanrong looked back at her, then continued walking forward. When he reached the bed, he knelt down and looked at her carefully.
Although she is unkempt and haggard, you can still see some of her former color.
"I mean, what are you laughing at?" Ji Wanrong's voice was soft, so soft that it seemed like it could drip water.
After hearing this, Yuan Yizhi smiled muffledly and looked at the handkerchief on his chest: "Baby, my baby, look at how cute my baby is."
The scene was a bit strange, and Princess Chuyang took a few steps back unconsciously.
But Ji Wanrong smiled: "Yes, it is very cute. Look at the little mouth and eyes. They are very similar to yours, but the month is not so old that you can't tell whether it is a boy or a girl."
Yuan Yizhi stopped laughing after hearing it. She raised her head and looked at Ji Wanrong in surprise: "It's a girl, but she was only seven months old, and she was aborted at seven months."
Ji Wanrong was startled and still wanted to speak.
But when Yuan Yizhi saw the person in front of him, his pupils suddenly shrank, then his eyes widened and he stepped back in fear.
Jing Zhaoyin saw the scene in front of him and hurriedly stepped forward to pull Ji Wanrong further away: "Be careful, Princess Han, she is mad again. Don't listen to my wife's nonsense. Since she is pregnant, After another miscarriage, it became like this.”
Ji Wanrong smiled slightly and said, "It's okay, Mr. Lu, she still has a piece of cloth tied on her hand, so she can't hurt me. I think she's pitiful, so I still want to talk to her."
After she finished speaking, before Jing Zhaoyin could refuse, she stepped forward forcefully and approached Yuan Yizhi again: "It turns out that he is only seven months old, but he was raised by you to be white and fat, and he looks as good-looking as you."
Ji Wanrong spoke softly, and Yuan Yizhi's whole body defense slowly dropped. Ji Wanrong saw her reaction, held her breath, and slowly held her wrist.
Yuan Yizhi's pulse was stable and his body did not have any serious illness, but he was in an extremely weak state.
Based on her pulse and facial features, Ji Wanrong guessed that she had been greatly frightened and had been on the verge of an extreme mental breakdown for a long time. Very painful things had happened to her, and she was overly worried and immersed in the pain of the past every day.
To put it simply, Yuan Yizhi may have been greatly stimulated in the past, and being in this stimulating environment for a long time, he suffered from depression and even schizophrenia.
Ji Wanrong thought to himself and slowly looked in the direction of Jing Zhaoyin.
There is no concubine in the house, and there is no old lady who is difficult to take care of. Yuan Yizhi has met the eldest princess again. Speaking of which, this life should not be sad.
She felt that Yuan Yizhi must have known some secret of the Lu family, so he was driven crazy by the secret and even failed to keep the child in his belly.
But does this secret have something to do with Lin Wenrui?
As for the seemingly honest and honest Jing Zhaoyin, there are too many mysteries surrounding him. How can we get blood from him to verify DNA?
Yuan Yizhi also followed Ji Wanrong's line of sight and looked in the direction of Jing Zhaoyin. Then he seemed to see something very interesting and chuckled.
"Let me tell you something."
She patted the back of Ji Wanrong's hand.
Ji Wanrong turned to look at her and saw Yuan Yizhi looking panicked. He whispered in her ear, "There is a person behind him, behind Lu Zhongfeng, who has been staring at you. He wants to kill you."
"Hahahahahahahahaha, he's going to kill me, he's going to kill me!"
Ji Wanrong's eyes suddenly shrank and he hurriedly looked behind Jing Zhaoyin.
Behind him was a gloomy bedroom, empty and without a soul.
Only a gust of wind blew by, causing the wooden door to creak.
The hairs all over Ji Wanrong's body stood up.
