Mo Jiecheng was a little surprised by Ji Wanrong's words. When Ji Wanrong explained what Lin Wenrui said before his death, Mo Jiecheng nodded slowly.
However, he didn't quite agree with Ji Wanrong's point of view, because besides Concubine Hua, he couldn't think of anyone else.
What's more, Concubine Hua also fits the characteristics Lin Wenrui mentioned before she died.
"Besides Prince Duan and Concubine Hua, who else do you think would want to murder me, my mother, and Concubine Li?"
Mo Jiecheng frowned and thought for a while, then said, "Do you think Lin Wenrui's words were meant to confuse your judgment before death?"
When Ji Wanrong heard this, he remembered Lin Wenrui's appearance before her death.
Lin Wenrui's death was truly tragic, and her death was truly desolate.
"You will also be abandoned by Mo Jie City, killed by the man you love, and die in despair with the greatest resentment!"
The curse before her death was like the whisper of a demon from hell.
It made people feel that there was a venomous snake spitting out letters, hiding in the dark corner behind her, spying on everything about her, waiting for an opportunity.
Ji Wanrong lowered his eyes and thought, when a gust of wind blew into the carriage, blowing the curtains on the carriage in front of Ji Wanrong.
She was startled slightly, and her hands hanging by her sides trembled.
When he came back to his senses, he hugged his clothes tighter.
Mo Jiecheng clearly felt something strange about Ji Wanrong.
He didn't know what Lin Wenrui said to Ji Wanrong before she died to make her look like this.
Mo Jiecheng frowned slightly, opened the curtains on the carriage to let in the sunlight, and then held her cold palm with one hand.
He held Ji Wanrong's cheek with his other hand, raised her face so that she could look at him, and then spoke to her seriously.
"Your stepmother is dead. As long as I am here, no one in the world can bully you. This is the retribution she deserves. I will not allow you to think about it anymore."
The sun shone on Ji Wanrong's cheek, and he felt Mo Jiecheng's big hand holding his hand, conveying warmth. Ji Wanrong suddenly felt warm all over his body.
She pursed her lips, "Really? Mo Jiecheng, as long as you are here, no one will bully me anymore?"
Mo Jiecheng said "Yeah" without thinking.
Ji Wanrong slowly raised his head to look at her, "You won't kill me?"
"Of course not."
Mo Jiecheng didn't know what Lin Wenrui told her that would make Ji Wanrong think this way.
This was the first time he saw Ji Wanrong looking so obedient, with a faint smile on his lips.
Mo Jiecheng suddenly asked: "Since we are out of the capital and the sun is shining brightly today, why not take a stroll in the suburbs of Beijing? I remember that you also lived in the suburbs of Beijing for a period of time. Where did you live in Zhuangzi?"
Ji Wanrong followed his line of sight and looked up out of the window. She recalled the memory of the original owner, but found that it was blank.
"I don't remember. Maybe I can recall some vague scenery in my mind, but I can't tell the specific location." Ji Wanrong told the truth.
But she never doubted whether this memory was true, because the scar on her arm told her that this memory must exist.
"It doesn't matter if you don't remember. I also lived in the suburbs of Beijing for a while. You might as well go to my village and have a look. The scenery there is very good."
Zhuangzi in the past?
Are they filled with sweet memories of him and Ji Yunyao?
What did you ask her to see? Reminisce about the past with him?
As Mo Jiecheng said this, Ji Wanrong's face turned stiff and she pulled her hand back from his palm.
"There should be a lot of flowers in this season, but the best time to see them is probably in April, when there are large tracts of crabapples..."
Mo Jiecheng was mid-sentence when he realized that Ji Wanrong's hand had escaped from his palm. He frowned slightly and was about to speak.
But when Ji Wanrong heard the Begonia Flower, he silently stretched out his hand.
"Okay, I like Begonia flowers. For the sake of Begonia flowers, I can go and have a look."
When Mo Jiecheng heard this, he smiled slowly, then opened the curtain of the carriage and asked the driver in front to turn around and drive towards the village.
I didn't expect that Ji Wanrong also liked Haitang.
The stars also like begonias. They met in April, when the begonias bloomed most beautifully.
That Zhuangzi originally belonged to Ji Mansion. He went to Ji Mansion specially, bought Zhuangzi at a high price, and planted it full of crabapple flowers.
Mo Jiecheng thought, slightly in trance.
When he realized that he was holding Ji Wanrong's hand, he was still thinking about something in front of her.
He coughed lightly, feeling a little ashamed, and took out a box of ointment from his arms.
"Look at what I look like now. Is there any change from before?"
She looked up at him blankly.
His facial features are deep, and his jawline is as sharp as a knife and an axe. He looks a little cold. Now he looks less in need of a beating than usual. Other than that, there is no other difference.
Mo Jiecheng waited for a long time, but what he received was Ji Wanrong's silence. He slowly clenched his back molars: "Don't you think that all the scars on my face have disappeared?"
When Mo Jiecheng said this, Ji Wanrong suddenly realized: "You still dare to say it?"
"But since it comes to this, Concubine Hua can scratch your face with her nails, I don't think she is someone who has been planning for more than ten years but is still waiting for the opportunity."
When Mo Jiecheng saw that Ji Wanrong was thinking about this matter again, the corners of his mouth twitched and he opened the box of ointment in his palm.
"This is the ointment I specially ordered for you to find. It can remove scars. It is specially found for you. It contains a box of thousands of gold. I have already tested it for you and it is effective."
Mo Jiecheng said, feeling Ji Wanrong's slightly surprised eyes, he raised his head slightly, his face full of pride.
"So where is your scar? I have been thinking about it for a long time. Let me paint it for you now."
Ji Wanrong really didn't understand why Mo Jiecheng had to worry about the scar on his arm for a long time.
But since he was thinking about her, it also made her feel warm.
"On my left arm." Ji Wanrong said, slowly lifting the sleeve of his left arm.
Mo Jiecheng raised his brows slightly, but he guessed in his heart that the scar on Ji Wanrong's arm was probably not a long scar. Otherwise, why didn't she pay any attention to it or even mention it to him?
He was thinking about it, but before he could say anything, he felt the carriage under him brake suddenly, then bump violently, and then stopped suddenly.
Ji Wanrong had no support with his hands, and he almost fell to the ground when he was disturbed by the sudden movement of the carriage.
Mo Jiecheng hadn't seen the scars on Ji Wanrong's hands clearly yet.
Feeling the bumps of the carriage, his expression suddenly became serious, and his whole body had a sharp aura.
He stretched out his long arms, took Ji Wanrong into his arms, and immediately lowered the curtains of the carriage.
The house fell into darkness for an instant, and a familiar cry suddenly sounded outside the carriage.
"Your Majesty... help me, Your Majesty! The eldest princess and my master encountered assassins on the way to Fahua Temple. The guards were killed and wounded numerous times, and there was a river of blood!"
"The monks on the mountain haven't arrived yet. Please hurry up and save the lives of my master and the eldest princess!!"
Ji Wanrong heard it and recognized that it was Xiaolu's voice. She and Mo Jiecheng looked at each other in surprise and hurriedly got out of the carriage.
