As soon as Mo Jiecheng finished speaking, Ji Wanrong saw from the corner of his eye a piece of ink drifting into the crack of the half-open door of the room.
She slowly raised her head, and what she saw was Mo Jiecheng's tall body and a dark robe.
There were no patterns on his robes, which made his aura even colder.
However, the moisture all over his body softened his sharp features a lot.
Mo Jiecheng had probably just taken a shower. His black hair was still wet, and he had just tied it in a bun casually. The smell of blood in the dungeon had all dissipated, and the scent of fir all over his body was even more obvious.
Of course, the flickering candlelight reflected his handsome profile and made the incongruous scratches on his handsome face, red and white, even more obvious.
When Jian Qing saw Mo Jiecheng coming, he hurriedly put the ointment in his hand on the table, and then left the room.
Ji Wanrong looked at him from the corner of her eyes, snorted coldly, and said nothing.
Mo Jiecheng was not annoyed. He glanced at the round box made of white porcelain on the table, played with it in his palms, and then sat on the other side of the soft couch.
"I have already reported Lu Zhongfeng's matter to my father. After you left last night, according to your instructions, I cut off... his lifeblood, chopped it into pieces and fed it to his mouth... Are you satisfied?"
Mo Jiecheng said, looking at the coldness written all over Ji Wanrong's white face, he couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his forehead.
Ji Wanrong raised his eyebrows. After hearing this, he was finally satisfied and turned his head to look at him.
"Well done. Did he tell the mastermind behind the scenes? Or how he and Lin Wenrui met?"
Ever since the carriage was assassinated last time and the horse went crazy and almost hit the people at the city gate, Ji Wanrong has been particularly sensitive to these things and has kept a close eye on everything.
She also investigated the horse's body afterwards and found that a nerve-stimulating drug in Crazy Horse's body had taken effect, causing the horse to go crazy.
The medicine was very strange. All the medicinal materials probably came from places far away from the Central Plains. The various medicines restricted each other and exerted a greater effect.
Ji Wanrong had never seen these medicines before, and she didn't know what ingredients this nerve-stimulating medicine was composed of. Even though she read contemporary medical books, she found no clues.
Now she is not sure whether the horse's madness has anything to do with the person behind it.
But after all, the person behind the scenes who helped Lin Wenrui deal with him was not a good person.
Listening to Ji Wanrong's rare compliment, Mo Jiecheng still played with the white porcelain bottle in his hand casually, but he couldn't help but smile.
"I interrogated their brothers all night last night, but I don't know what method the mastermind behind it used. Lu Zhongfeng bit him to death. The gold and silver in the darkroom was obtained by himself through embezzlement, and all the flesh on his body was almost cut out. But he still didn’t let go.”
"It is related to court corruption. If I investigate it privately, it will be a serious crime. I can only report the result to my father."
Ji Wanrong frowned slightly when he heard this, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared.
She looked at the fat appearance of the two brothers. They had always been pampered and pampered. Regarding their own affairs, she only used a few tortures to tell them at once.
But I don’t know what method the mastermind behind this used to make them so confident that they dare not say a word.
This is so weird.
Ji Wanrong was lowering his eyes and thinking, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter.
When she suddenly came to her senses, what she saw was Mo Jiecheng's enlarged handsome face.
He looked directly at her, and wanted to reach out his hand to rub away the wrinkles between her brows.
Ji Wanrong was startled by his enlarged face, screamed, and fell back on the couch.
Mo Jiecheng looked at her frightened look, and suddenly there was a hint of pride on his face that the prank had succeeded. He laughed softly, and then grabbed Ji Wanrong's wrist.
"What's wrong? Are you afraid of me? When you kicked my ass in the past, it was not like this."
Ji Wanrong wanted to shake off his hand, but Mo Jiecheng used some force and she did not shake it off.
So she sighed and spoke to Mo Jiecheng very perfunctorily.
"Didn't you come here to apply plaster to remove the cat-like scratches on your face? Apply it quickly and go back as soon as you finish applying it."
"When you entered the palace today, His Majesty saw the scratches on your face. Did he ask if he knew it was Concubine Hua who scratched you?"
Ji Wanrong's tone was faint, and she thought that after hearing this, Mo Jiecheng would be so embarrassed that he let go of her hand.
But Mo Jiecheng still held her hand and did not let go. He smiled lowly, and then said: "Father asked, and I said you were the one who caught him. Father just shook his head and told me not to be too rude. .”
As soon as Ji Wanrong heard this, he knew that the emperor had misunderstood the scars on Mo Jiecheng's face very ambiguously.
When she thought that she would have to bear the blame, she looked at Mo Jiecheng's proud eyes and slowly grinded her teeth.
But I heard Mo Jiecheng continue: "Now, I think I am more curious about the scars on your body than the scratches on my face."
"Obviously I have seen every inch of your body, but why didn't I notice any scars on your body?"
"Where is it? I'm here to help you apply it."
This is the first time Ji Wanrong has seen someone use such righteous words to act like a hooligan.
She felt her cheeks begin to feel hot, and she gritted her teeth and withdrew her hand.
"Where my wound is is none of your business, and it's not as public as the scar on your face."
Mo Jiecheng looked at Ji Wanrong's rare shy look, and the smile on his face widened even more, "Oh? Not everyone knows about it? You were born in a place where you can't usually see it?"
His voice was soft, like feathers tickling the skin.
He was guessing in his mind where the scar was. This was why he had never even noticed Ji Wanrong when he took off Ji Wanrong's clothes, and why Ji Wanrong became so shy.
The more I thought about it, the more confused and confused I became.
"If you don't say anything, I will inspect you inch by inch. I will definitely find the wounds on your body."
As Mo Jiecheng spoke, his heart became even more passionate, and he clenched the white porcelain bottle in his hand, and a tiger pounced on it, coming to Ji Wanrong's side.
