When Jian Qing heard this, he stiffened and turned his head.
Her eyes stayed on Ji Wanrong's face for a long time, and then she smiled at Ji Wanrong pretending to be calm.
Her whole body was soaked with cold sweat, as if she had been fished out of the water.
"Master, you are the master of this slave."
Ji Wanrong's breath was suffocated, and he felt that the blood all over his body solidified and cooled down in an instant.
Concubine Hua sneered when she saw this timid maid with such a harsh mouth, and waved her hand to the little eunuch beside her to be executed.
She simply didn't believe that this little maid's mouth could be so hard that she wouldn't let go even after being tortured.
I'm afraid that as soon as the torture device is inserted between her fingers, she will cry and shout, begging to let her go, and admit that Ji Wanrong is an imposter, right?
Several young eunuchs swarmed towards Jian Qing, and soon Jian Qing's shrill screams rang in Ji Wanrong's ears, almost piercing Ji Wanrong's eardrums.
Making her ears ring.
Mo Jiecheng's powerful long arms still imprisoned Ji Wanrong's body, making it impossible for her to move no matter how hard she struggled.
"My slave... I bear witness! The young lady is the former... young lady, and is not impersonated by anyone..."
"She...she saved many people...she is the Princess Bodhisattva..."
Jian Qing's weak and firm voice sounded in the hall, and every word was so ringing.
The emperor finally laid his eyes on her and looked at her carefully.
In the past, the emperor did not bother to watch a lowly maid being tortured.
A pungent smell gradually poured into the tip of his nose. It was the smell of blood that Ji Wanrong was familiar with, but this time, it was not because of curing illnesses and saving lives.
Ji Wanrong's arms slowly dropped to her sides. She suddenly calmed down and stopped struggling. Instead, she stared at Jian Qing's face expressionlessly.
Then he shifted his gaze to Ji Yunyao's face, which was almost cold.
She remembered, she remembered Jian Qing's pale face and every tear she shed; she also remembered the proud smiles of Ji Yunyao and Concubine Hua at this moment.
She will remember it all.
Mo Jiecheng looked at Ji Wanrong's pale face and felt the coldness all over her body. He leaned into her ear and whispered: "Letting Jian Qing be tortured in the main hall will not endanger her life, but it can delay her death." Time is the best solution.”
Mo Jiecheng knew that Ji Wanrong sent someone to call the eldest princess before setting off, because he also sent someone to the eldest princess's residence before setting off.
If it's the eldest princess, I've invited... that person.
The current situation can easily turn defeat into victory.
And the sacrifice was just a little maid.
Ji Wanrong lowered her head and laughed softly, the sound seemed to come from her throat.
She naturally knew that Mo Jiecheng's actions were the best solution to the matter.
When tortured in the main hall, small torture instruments that were easy to move were used.
It can not only delay time until the arrival of the eldest princess, but also let the emperor see Jian Qing's determination; and if Jian Qing is tortured in the sky prison, the torture instruments are terrible, and Jian Qing's life may not be saved.
Ji Wanrong just felt terrible.
The torture continued, and Jian Qing's screams were still heard in his ears.
Ji Wanrong suddenly felt that everyone in front of him regarded human life as nothing, and that this era seemed to be cannibalistic.
"Miss...she...she was wronged..."
Seeing that the green energy was like a gossamer, his face was as white as a dead person.
She said this with all her strength, then closed her eyes and passed out.
Mo Jiecheng pursed his lips and looked at Ji Wanrong's motionless eyes, and slowly reached out to cover Ji Wanrong's eyes.
When he covered Ji Wanrong's eyes with his broad palms, he could clearly feel her eyelashes fluttering and tickling his palms.
Mo Jiecheng also clearly felt the moisture in his palms.
Concubine Hua didn't let go when she saw Jian Qing fainted, and her face looked a little bad. But when she saw Ji Wanrong's pale face, a smile appeared on her lips.
She walked slowly to Ji Wanrong's side, her expression seemed to be showing off her power: "This bitch has a fragile body, but he fainted after just this little punishment. I don't know whether he was pretending to be fainted or really fainting. It's better to just... The basin of water was poured over and the execution continued."
"Princess Han, Princess Han, you are so cold-blooded. Your little maid has done so much for you, but you haven't said a word."
After hearing this, Ji Wanrong broke away from Mo Jiecheng's hand, slowly raised his head and looked at Concubine Hua, and also twitched the corner of his mouth towards her.
"Concubine Hua is joking. This small amount of punishment is enough to make people miserable. If Concubine Hua thinks she is faking, she might as well try it herself to see if your bones and blood are more noble than others. See if you are better after being tortured." She'll faint. It's you who asked her to execute her, and it's you who talks like a Buddha and has a snake-like heart."
Ji Wanrong's words made Concubine Hua's chest rise and fall suddenly, and she was so angry that she was almost speechless.
She pointed at Ji Wanrong angrily, and just when she was about to say something, there was a sound of footsteps outside the hall.
"It is really unlucky to see blood in the Queen Mother's palace."
This man's voice was powerful and resounded in every corner of the hall. He seemed to be a little bold, causing everyone to turn their eyes to look at him.
The little eunuch also stopped what he was doing in fear.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ji Wanrong rushed out and bandaged the wounds of Jian Qing who had fainted.
She first gave Jian Qing a Baian pill, and then gave her ibuprofen. Then she summoned the ointment from the space, applied it to the seams of her fingers, and then wrapped a bandage on her.
Before Ji Wanrong finished her action, she saw a foot slowly standing beside her from the corner of her eye.
A dirty foot.
He wore straw sandals on his feet, which were covered with mud, but there was a big hole in the sandals, exposing his round toes.
Feeling Ji Wanrong's gaze, the thumbs with black mud slowly curled together. The holes in the straw sandals are even bigger.
Ji Wanrong frowned in confusion, turned to look at the owner of the straw sandals, and heard the emperor's surprised voice suddenly echoing in the hall.
"Third-level Taoist priest? Are you a third-level master?"
In the past, the emperor's expression had always been subtle except for fatigue and impatience. This was the first time Ji Wanrong was so surprised to see him.
Immediately afterwards, Ji Wanrong saw the owner of the dirty feet take a step back and saluted the emperor: "Your Majesty, I am a poor Taoist. We have been separated for more than ten years. May I ask if your Majesty is well after your departure?"
Hearing this, Ji Wanrong's head buzzed, and she suddenly remembered who the third-level Taoist priest in front of her was!
When she was born, it was predicted that she would be a disaster star and Ji Yunyao would be a lucky star.
He is also the only direct disciple of Master Jiuyun!
Mo Jiecheng was also shocked. He thought that by delaying the time, the eldest princess would invite the person, but he didn't expect that the person who came was actually a third-level Taoist priest.
Could it be that he was the reinforcement that the eldest princess went to such great lengths to bring in for Ji Wanrong?
Obviously, other people in the hall thought so too.
The queen quickly stood up and spoke to the third Taoist priest: "Master Sanfan, you must have spied on the secret of heaven when you came here today."
"I dare to ask, do you still know the Ji Wanrong in front of you? More than ten years ago, you said she was a disaster star, but now she knows medical skills, heals diseases and saves people, and has formed many good relationships. , Dare I ask her whether the fate of the disaster star has changed? Or, is she still the same person? "
The queen looked at the third Taoist priest hopefully.
Her idea is simple.
Ji Wanrong treated diseases and saved people in the past, and planted many good karma. As long as Master Sanfan admits this, he can slap Concubine Hua hard in the face.
Then if they say that Ji Wanrong is a spy with other purposes, this accusation will be self-defeating!
