Ji Wanrong was stunned and looked up at his eyes that were like ancient wells.
Master Jiuyun just looked at her gently.
another world? Are you talking about modern times?
Ji Wanrong's chest shook, and his heart beat wildly: "Master Jiuyun? What do you mean? Are you talking about my mother?"
Master Jiuyun shook his head with a smile: "It's everything you think about, County Master Qinghui, you are a blessed person, everything is bound and destined."
When Ji Wanrong heard what he said, he was a little confused again.
Master Jiuyun can know the world's affairs, can solve the doubts of the people in the world, and can also see cause and effect.
So knowing that she is not from this world may be a normal thing.
But Ji Wanrong didn't know what Master Jiuyun meant.
Everything she was thinking about?
All she is thinking about now is her mother.
Master Jiuyun looked at her confused eyes, and finally gave a faint reminder: "There is no need to think about things that you can't figure out. When the time comes, everything will come to light."
Ji Wanrong nodded. Thinking of everything he had experienced, he hesitated for a moment and asked Master Jiuyun about his doubts.
"Master Jiuyun, I have another question."
Master Jiuyun lowered his eyes and looked at her with soft eyes: "Master Qinghui County, please speak."
"Why did you help me then? Admit in front of His Majesty that I am your apprentice and that you taught me my medical skills? In fact, you already know my identity and my origin. I do not belong to this world. Maybe they were right at the time.”
Ji Yunyao said at the time that she was possessed by a ghost.
Isn't she just Bei Li, who got possessed by a ghost and came here by reviving a dead body?
Although they were making up nonsense, they really guessed the truth.
"No, Qinghui, everything has its destiny, you belong here."
Ji Wanrong frowned.
She might not be able to solve Master Jiuyun's riddle for a while, so Ji Wanrong thought about it and asked another very specific question.
This is also a question that has always puzzled her.
"Then do you know who is the mastermind behind all this? Or, for example, whose conspiracy was the assassination on the day of the palace banquet?"
Master Jiuyun was slightly startled, but he did not expect Ji Wanrong to ask such a specific question.
He couldn't help but laugh a little: "I'm not a divine fortune teller, I just know a little bit about cause and effect. I don't know everything."
Ji Wanrong gave a small oh, knowing that he was too anxious.
But Master Jiuyun lowered his eyes and said without any trace: "Maybe we can think about many things from another angle."
"County Master Qinghui has been thinking about who the victim of the assassination was, but he has no clue. But if you think about it, who is the beneficiary of the assassination, at least the one you see..."
"Do you suddenly feel that everything has cleared up?"
Ji Wanrong's eyes widened as he listened.
Master Jiuyun is right.
This assassin had assassinated Mo Jiecheng before, and then he assassinated her, and then he assassinated the emperor in the main hall, which puzzled her.
The person who wanted to assassinate him was really serious, and his understanding of Beili, Prince Han's Mansion, and even the entire palace was second to none.
He even knows the secrets of many wealthy families in the capital.
It is impossible for the enemy's spies to stretch their hands so long and bury them so deep.
But if we follow Master Jiuyun’s ideas.
Regarding this assassination in the palace, no matter what the process was, the result was already obvious.
At the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet hosted by Concubine Hua to welcome the Mongolian nobles, the emperor was assassinated but was not injured.
The casualties in the main hall were all low-status and insignificant palace concubines, guards and eunuchs.
The skills of these assassins are far more than that. In the past, even the life of Mojie City was hanging by a thread. How could they only deal with lowly concubines?
The banquet was hosted by Concubine Hua, and the banquet was hosted by the prince of Mongolia.
After the accident, Concubine Hua was deprived of her right to co-manage the Sixth Palace. Most of the confidants brought by the Mongolian prince were also killed or injured. They were forced to lie on the bed without causing much trouble.
And Mo Junfeng inexplicably began to take over part of the emperor's power, and began to get involved in the whirlpool center of the capital to deal with this case.
This is a situation where Mojiecheng spent most of his life on military merit and the title of eldest son. King Duan used the power of his maternal family and even the deliberate balance between the emperor and the ministers to create a situation where the two parties were in opposition.
But it was broken so easily, and a three-legged situation was formed.
Ji Wanrong had a terrible suspicion in his mind.
The complete beneficiary of this incident was the Queen, or rather Mo Junfeng.
But what surprised her was that the queen did not fully benefit.
Because her other son, Mo Jiecheng, who was very likely to become the prince, was accused of incompetence, lost his Sacred Heart, and even had his status shaken because of this incident.
If the Queen was the mastermind of this matter, why did she abandon the near and seek the distant, give up the possibility of her eldest son becoming the crown prince, and choose Mo Junfeng, who had no foundation and traveled all day long?
Ji Wanrong suddenly remembered the queen's sudden loss of control after she proposed a divorce at the palace banquet.
At that time, she almost burst into tears.
There were also several assassinations against Mojie City and her assassination; if the queen was the instigator, what was her purpose?
Are you using a bitter trick to make the emperor relent?
And, the strange tattoo symbols on the assassin's body.
What is the reason for all this?
Looking at Ji Wanrong's unpredictable expression, Master Jiuyun knew that she had something in mind.
It's done, it's done.
When Master Jiuyun said goodbye, he still had a faint smile on his face.
He saw Ji Wanrong's unspoken reluctance, and his steps paused slightly, and the wide sleeves of his green shirt that was originally swaying also stopped at this moment.
"We will meet again, Lord Qinghui."
He looked at Ji Wanrong, and then looked behind Ji Wanrong, as if he saw another person through Ji Wanrong.
"When she can stand up, will she be as tall as you?"
Ji Wanrong was stunned when he heard this. When he raised his head again, he saw Master Jiuyun's thin figure, his broad sleeves blown by the breeze.
It looked like he was alone, with nothing left behind.
His words were very soft, and before Ji Wanrong could reply, they disappeared into the cold wind of winter, as if they had never been spoken.
