The Mongolian prince's hypnosis was interrupted by the sound outside, and his originally distracted eyes gradually became focused at this moment.
Ji Wanrong's eyes became fierce. Just as she was about to turn around and speak, a deep male voice sounded in the room.
"Don't come in, idiot, I am enjoying myself, get out of here!"
The man spoke Mongolian, which Ji Wanrong couldn't understand, but he could guess some of the meaning from the sullen voice.
The voice was low and deliberately concealed. When Ji Wanrong just listened, it was indeed the voice of a Mongolian prince.
When the people outside the house heard the sound, they were startled and ran out without any suspicion in their hearts.
But the Mongolian prince sat in front of her and did not speak.
Ji Wanrong's heart skipped a beat, and he slowly raised his head in the direction of the voice just now.
Suddenly she saw a familiar face on the beam, looking down at her.
It's Mojie City...
He was wearing a black night suit and was sitting on the beam. The long and thick beam could barely hide his figure, but at this moment, he was deliberately exposed.
The slender legs are crossed, making people feel comfortable.
Feeling Ji Wanrong's gaze, Mo Jiecheng raised his eyebrows slightly as a greeting to Ji Wanrong.
Then he used his eyes to signal her to continue the hypnosis.
The corner of Ji Wanrong's mouth twitched, and he knew that the sound just came from him.
She lowered her head silently and continued to swing the pendulum in her hand.
For some reason, there was an acquaintance looking at her in the Mongolian prince's room. Although he was someone she hated, it made her feel a lot more at ease.
"Prince of Mongolia, you said you would meet Xiu Qing again, but why didn't Xiu Qing see you?"
The Mongolian prince opened his mouth slightly, not knowing what to say.
"Have you forgotten Xiu Qing? Do you still remember what clothes Xiu Qing was wearing when he first met you?"
The Mongolian prince's breathing became heavier. Listening to Ji Wanrong's words, he felt himself falling into memories of the past.
There was something about the horse having diarrhea in his memory, but Xiu Qing's face was vague, and he had no memory at all.
Ji Wanrong lowered her eyes, no longer looking at him, and stretched out the aqua blue sleeves embroidered with floral flowers in front of the Mongolian prince.
He looked at Soubai in front of him, and then vaguely looked at the face close at hand.
The Mongolian prince seemed to suddenly remember the scene that day: "Yes, Xiu Qing, I have remembered you. You are wearing aqua blue clothes."
"I have seen you in the capital... You are a very strong woman, and I admire you very much."
Ji Wanrong's smile gradually widened as he listened to the Mongol prince's serious expression.
"Yes, we met in the capital before. I was going to the capital to sell my embroidery. I have a fiancé who is in the military camp. You also said that you would ask someone to help me take care of him."
"It's... the embroidery of Begonia, the embroidery is light. You like Begonia flowers very much, and the embroidered Begonias are lifelike." The pattern of Begonia flowers vaguely appeared in front of the eyes of the Mongolian prince.
He remembered clearly that the woman he admired liked Haitang very much.
"But I didn't wait for you, Mongolian Prince. My stall was opened by the bully Chen Hu, and his subordinates threw me to the ground. No one could help me. Chen Hu approached with an evil smile and pinched He lifted my chin, said "I'm so tired," and then took me away."
The Mongolian prince's expression was obviously stunned: "Chen Hu...?"
"He was so terrible. I don't dare to recall that memory. He used every method to humiliate me. There was no good spot on my body... In the end, I committed suicide."
"I didn't even wait for his apology until my death."
"Prince, where are you?"
Ji Wanrong said, his voice slightly crying.
A fourteen-year-old girl had experienced such inhuman treatment. How desperate was she before she resolutely chose to commit suicide?
Her somewhat cold hand gently covered Prince Mongolia's hand, causing Prince Mongolia to tremble, and then his whole body started to tremble.
It felt like touching a female ghost.
Just the thought that the woman he admired, such a resilient woman, would suffer such pain, made him feel like a knife.
The confused eyes of the Mongolian prince gradually overflowed with water.
Ji Wanrong almost sneered in her heart.
Does it hurt only when the knife cuts his body?
Only when the woman he likes is wronged can he know what justice is and what evil is?
"Xiu Qing... Xiu Qing... I will come to save you... Xiu Qing, where are you?"
"You come to the mass grave to look for my body." Ji Wanrong's voice was soft. After saying this, he covered the Mongolian prince's eyelids with his hands.
She lowered her palm slightly and closed the eyes of the Mongolian prince.
"Princess Qinghui came today to answer your request and tell you about Xiu Qing. Now that she has finished speaking, the mission is over. You can go to sleep."
The Mongolian prince obediently closed his eyes, but fell into a nightmare, and his whole body began to tremble slightly.
Ji Wanrong then put away the pendulum, covered the box of the balm, put it into the space, and then swallowed an antidote pill.
She specially researched this detoxification pill based on the ingredients of the balm, and she had already taken one when she arrived.
After she finished everything, she raised her head slightly and glanced towards the rafters.
With just one glance, he asked Mo Jiecheng who was on the beam to use Qinggong obediently and jumped down again.
"Move him to the bed. He will have a dream all night after he inhales the ointment, and the dream will probably be about Xiu Qing."
After Ji Wanrong said this, Mo Jiecheng's eyes lit up and he looked at her with admiration in his eyes.
But even though they nodded, the people in Mojie City didn't move.
He stretched out his hand and placed it in front of Ji Wanrong. His eyes were bright, like a puppy, still wagging its tail crazily.
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Ji Wanrong looked at him with some disgust.
"I also inhaled the balm. If there were no antidote pills, I would be like Battle and have nightmares when I go back at night."
Mo Jiecheng lowered his voice, deliberately pretending to be pitiful.
The corner of Ji Wanrong's mouth twitched, but his heart was hard and he would not let go at all.
"What kind of pills does a bitch man who failed the test want to take? His test results are much better than yours. Go get him and put him on the bed!"
Mo Jiecheng pursed his lips bitterly, silently retracted his hand, and then murmured to himself: "Don't compare to others..."
"You also know you're bad." Ji Wanrong was too lazy to talk to him.
Mo Jiecheng had no choice but to take a few steps forward and walked to the side of the Mongolian prince.
He pinched his voice and whispered in Battle's ear: "Your Majesty, Xiu Qing is here~"
Then he picked up his neat princess and walked to the bed with steady steps.
He was so skilled that he seemed to have done this action hundreds of times.
But this time it was a different person.
He could no longer hold that person in his arms.
