Ji Wanrong rubbed his arms and wanted to continue asking, but when Jing Zhaoyin heard this, his expression changed and he walked directly to the bed, blocking the sight between Ji Wanrong and Yuan Yizhi.
"Master Lu, does Mrs. Lu often say such things? Although mental treatment is not my strong point, I can also prescribe some medicinal materials to see if her condition can improve."
Ji Wanrong knew that it was Yuan Yizhi's words that revealed the truth of something, which made Lu Zhongfeng unable to bear it and wanted to drive them away, so she changed the subject with a smile.
"She always likes to talk crazy things. What she says is different every time. Don't take it to heart, Princess Han."
"Xiaguan has invited the world's miracle doctors to treat her before, but it was still useless. My wife doesn't like to take medicine. I only hope that she can spend the remaining days well."
Changing the topic was of no use, Jing Zhaoyin still rejected her with a cold face and took her and Chu Yang out of the house.
Jing Zhaoyin used to seem honest and honest, but when he was cold-faced in the room, his serious face looked a little scary.
Ji Wanrong had no choice but to look at Yuan Yizhi one last time, summon anti-psychotic pills from the space, and put them into her hand while she was talking.
Then he followed Jing Zhaoyin out of the house.
After leaving the room, Ji Wanrong said calmly: "If the medicine and stone are ineffective, you can worship the gods and Buddhas. Mrs. Lu once said that she lost a child after seven months of pregnancy. Maybe this was her heart disease."
"She said that there is someone following Mr. Lu. A dying person can see things that normal people cannot see. Maybe the child has resentment and has been following Mr. Lu."
What Ji Wanrong said made Jing Zhaoyin break into a cold sweat: "You mean, her madness is because of the resentment of the fetus?!"
He hurriedly wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at Princess Chuyang for verification.
Princess Chuyang looked at Ji Wanrong's presence and couldn't figure out what she was up to.
But he also nodded heavily, shook his head and said: "Yes, this princess also heard from her mother that she had long suspected that it was because of this that she wanted to do a ritual for Mrs. Lu and Lord Jing Zhaoyin, but she didn't. I don’t want to be delayed because of Virgin’s illness.”
Princess Chuyang used her peripheral vision to feel Ji Wanrong's gaze on her, and she gradually became satisfied and became more confident in her nonsense.
"Sir, do you feel that things are not going well lately? Or maybe you are suffering from some health problems, you are often aching and weak, and you seem to be able to hear some bad noises?"
Jing Zhaoyin looked at Ji Wanrong for a while, not knowing what he was thinking, and then nodded cautiously: "That's right, what she saw was nothing else, it must be the child from before."
Ji Wanrong silently accepted the words and said seriously: "If that's the case, it must be because of this. But I have heard of a way, which is to take the blood of the fetus's closest relatives and worship it. If the infant spirit is satisfied, If you do it, it will not cause any harm to you, and it will also make your career smooth."
Jing Zhaoyin knew that the eldest princess had always believed in Buddhism and was very good at these things.
After being told this by Ji Wanrong, knowing that it would not harm him and that his career would be smooth, he agreed.
"Then I will send someone to get Yi Zhi's blood now."
Ji Wanrong frowned after hearing this. Before she could speak, Princess Chuyang's eyes widened: "Her body is like that. Master Jing Zhaoyin doesn't feel sorry for her at all, yet he still wants to draw her blood?"
"But..." Jing Zhaoyin frowned, "Princess Han just said that she would be a close relative."
Jing Zhaoyin said, seeing that Ji Wanrong's wrinkles did not get tighter, and then smiled and explained: "Xiaoguan just feels that mother and daughter are connected. There is no one closer than mother in the world."
"As long as there is a blood relationship, it's okay. Whoever's blood will bless you." Ji Wanrong's voice was neither salty nor light, but her meaning was very obvious.
If Jing Zhaoyin refused again, she would suspect that the child was not Jing Zhaoyin's.
Jing Zhaoyin rolled his eyes before nodding hastily.
Ji Wanrong took out the blood collector from the space and pretended to take it out from his purse before drawing blood from Jing Zhaoyin's arm.
Jingzhao Yin has grown fat and his blood vessels are so thin that they are almost invisible.
Ji Wanrong searched for a long time, and then he slowly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the blood flowing through the tube and into the collection bottle.
Then she raised her head with a smile and asked Jing Zhaoyin: "Master Lu, what kind of person do you think my stepmother Lin Wenrui is?"
After Ji Wanrong said this, he kept raising his head and carefully observing his expression.
Jing Zhaoyin frowned slightly, as if recalling Lin Wenrui's appearance carefully, and then said tentatively: "Her brother was my adjutant in Jing Zhaoyin, and I have met him several times before. In the past, Mrs. Houfu She is beautiful and proud of herself, but the last time I saw her, I felt that she had aged a lot."
The evaluation was quite satisfactory, but it seemed like he didn't know him well.
But it’s okay, we’ll find out the truth soon.
When Ji Wanrong returned to Prince Han's Mansion, he processed the collected samples with instruments in the space and detected the DNA fragments of Lu Zhongfeng's blood.
Then he hesitated for a while and went to the courtyard of Mojie City.
Mo Jiecheng felt a little depressed when he heard that Ji Wanrong did not go back to Prince Han's Mansion as agreed, but went to Lu Mansion.
But when I came back from the military camp tonight, I went back to the main courtyard to take a shower as usual. When I came out, what I saw was a graceful figure in the master bedroom.
The candlelight in the room reflected her silhouette on the paper window, and you could even clearly see the broken hair on her forehead, her long neck hanging slightly, and you could even imagine her white and greasy skin.
He was leaning lazily on the bed, as if looking at something in his hand.
Mo Jiecheng's eyes turned green all of a sudden. He rushed into the room like a wild beast, and what he saw was Ji Wanrong's white face.
He was about to speak, but then he suppressed the smile on his face, snorted coldly, and then said: "You know you are back? You go out and show your face like this every day, are you really afraid that I will abandon you?"
Mo Jiecheng never expected that after he said these words, Ji Wanrong's face would overflow with a gentle smile: "It's my fault, Your Majesty, I won't be able to do it anymore, I will You should stay in the palace and serve the prince wholeheartedly."
Mo Jiecheng's eyes widened, his whole body trembled, and he took several steps back.
Ji Wanrong wanted to step forward and rub Mo Jiecheng's neck and squeeze his legs, but Mo Jiecheng stopped him with righteous words: "Do you want to assassinate me tonight?"
The corner of Ji Wanrong's mouth twitched, "No, I just want you to go to the Nanyang Marquis Mansion to pick up Ji Chengde and Ji Liangxing's..."
"Take the lives of Ji Chengde and Ji Liangxing? So you want me to kill my father-in-law!" Mo Jiecheng looked at Ji Wanrong in disbelief, his mouth wide enough to hold an egg.
Ji Wanrong silently took out the blood collection tube from the space: "I just want to take their blood, because I suspect that Ji Liangxing is not Ji Chengde's child, but Lu Zhongfeng's."
Mo Jiecheng's pupils shrank suddenly, but when he calmed down and thought about it, he felt that Ji Liangxing and Lu Zhongfeng looked somewhat similar.
"You think so too, right? You will have to work hard tonight to run to Nanyang Marquis' Mansion. But with the prince's superb martial arts, this is just a piece of cake~~"
"Your Majesty, please sit down quickly, and I will give you a leg massage~~"
"Speak properly to me!"
Hearing the sound of her pinching his throat, all the hairs on Mo Jiecheng's body stood up. Looking at her bright red lips, he felt like she was going to eat someone next moment.
Mo Jiecheng took the collector in his hand and flew out of the window.
Ji Wanrong originally thought that he would have to wait for a long time, but he did not expect that within half a stick of incense, Mo Jiecheng would come back with two tubes full of blood.
His technique was very powerful, he stunned everyone in the Nanyang Marquis Mansion, pried off the cap of the collection tube, and cut his wrists to bleed.
Ji Wanrong's eyes lit up when he saw the collection tube. Just as he was about to reach out and take the collection tube in his hand, he saw Mo Jiecheng suddenly retracted his hand with a mild smile on his lips.
Ji Wanrong was unprepared and fell into Mo Jiecheng's arms.
The scalding temperature enveloped her whole body, the tip of her nose was filled with the fragrance of fir trees in Mojiecheng, and his deep voice came from the top of Ji Wanrong's head.
"You want this?"
"Now return to your normal appearance, and use that normal appearance to please me."
It must be the cold wind outside that blew Mo Jiecheng's brain back to normal!
Ji Wanrong looked at the collection tube close at hand. She knew immediately whether Ji Liangxing was Ji Chengde's son, but she couldn't move in Mo Jiecheng's arms.
She gritted her teeth and was so angry that her hair stood up.
