When Mo Jiecheng picked up Prince Mongolia, he realized that Prince Mongolia was still trembling.
He didn't know what he was dreaming about, but the eyes under his eyelids kept moving, and his mouth opened and closed as if he was mumbling something.
Big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his clothes were almost soaked with cold sweat.
He finally saw the power of hypnosis and balm.
At this moment, Mo Jiecheng felt a little more afraid.
He had done such wrong things in the past, but Ji Wanrong did not use these two methods to drive him insane. She was simply a bodhisattva!
Mo Jiecheng's heart fell even more in love.
He covered the Mongolian prince with a quilt thoughtfully and tucked the corners of the quilt before turning his head and looking at Ji Wanrong eagerly.
"I'm done."
Ji Wanrong gave him a wink and said, "Okay, then you can step back. I want to go through the gate."
Mo Jiecheng looked at her longingly, "Seeing Battle become like this, I realized that you were merciful to me in the past."
Ji Wanrong was about to say, it's good that you know.
But before the words came out, Mo Jiecheng continued to whisper: "So, can you give me another chance?"
Ji Wanrong choked and swallowed what he blurted out, and then said: "You are repaying kindness with hatred."
"No, no, I just want a chance to be tested in your hometown. I want a chance like Atel. You hypnotize me, and then ask me what's in my heart to see if I love you. , okay?"
"This king is definitely not a bitch!" Mo Jiecheng was certain.
Ji Wanrong looked at him strangely.
He didn't expect that Mo Jiecheng would believe her nonsense.
But she didn't tell the truth, but said: "If you did something wrong in the past, you did something wrong. There is no point in taking the test now. I was a dog in the past, will I become a human now?"
After saying this, she took Prince Mongolia's pulse and made sure that Prince Mongolia was fine before opening the door and walking out.
When the attendants outside saw someone coming out, they rushed to greet him.
Ji Wanrong wiped his sweat, smiled and said to the attendant: "Your prince is asleep, don't disturb him."
Although she was smiling, her sharp eyes and aura made the Mongolian attendant feel a sense of fear.
He nodded, and then respectfully sent Ji Wanrong out.
I speculated in my heart, felt a little confused, and felt a little embarrassed.
County Master Qinghui was still a good person, but their prince was already so tired that he fell asleep.
Shameful, really shameful.
Their prince really thinks it’s useless!
Mo Jiecheng failed to persuade him to stay. He looked at Ji Wanrong's back and stood there blankly for a long time. What was buzzing in his head was Ji Wanrong's words.
He thought for a long time, then silently climbed over the wall and went out.
Every step he took seemed to be heavy.
After Mo Jiecheng left, the bedroom fell into an eerie silence, and the only thing that could be heard was the Mongolian prince's rapid breathing on the bed.
The Mongolian prince had a long dream, which was about his past with Xiu Qing.
There is a scene where Xiu Qing is picking herbs in the countryside to cure his horse with diarrhea.
There are also scenes of small white embroidered hands holding his pulse and diagnosing his body.
There were also times when she smiled sweetly and looked at her lips and teeth, making him feel ashamed.
Xiu Qing is a very powerful woman, different from all other women.
Finally, the scene changed to show Xiu Qing's pale face.
There was no blood on Xiu Qing's face, and her empty eyes seemed to be about to shed blood and tears. The aqua blue clothes were also in tatters, exposing her bruised skin.
In the dream, Xiu Qing kept crying, her voice was as shrill as a female ghost asking for her life, and she asked why the Mongolian prince wanted to be partial.
Why not save her?
Other people's lives are just a waste of time. Isn't someone else's lover not a lover?
When the Mongolian prince heard this, he was shaken all over. He wanted to say that this was not the case, but he couldn't say it anyway.
At the end of the scene, Xiu Qing was holding a dagger and stabbing him in the chest with fierce eyes.
"Chen Hu has caused me so much misery! And you, you are the accomplice, no one of you can escape!"
"Ahhhhh——"
The Mongolian prince covered his chest and suddenly woke up from the nightmare.
When he woke up, he was still breathing heavily, and the woolen bedding was soaked with cold sweat all over his body.
He looked up at the bright face outside the window, his eyes full of red bloodshot eyes.
The Mongolian attendant heard the movement in the room, hurriedly opened the door and walked in.
What he saw was the pale face of the Mongolian prince. He was soaked all over, his clothes stuck to his skin, and he looked like a helpless drowned dog.
He also murmured a name that the attendant had never heard before, which seemed to be: "Xiu Qing...Xiu Qing?"
"Prince? What's wrong with you? The county master left last night. Are you too tired?" The attendant was thoughtful in his words and did not make his disdain too obvious.
The Mongolian prince covered his chest. When he heard the words "Qinghui County Lord", he did not become suspicious, but looked at the attendant with sharp eyes.
Like the most ferocious eagle in the grassland, it stares hard at its prey, making people feel shuddering.
"I dreamed about Xiu Qing." The Mongolian prince said softly, with a sense of loss in his voice.
"Xiu Qing?" The attendant tried hard to recall, as if he had remembered this person: "Are you talking about the Xiu Qing who was insulted to death by Chen Hu?"
The hand of the Mongolian prince on the quilt trembled slightly: "Is her body still in the mass grave? I... I will find her back myself."
The attendant looked at the Mongolian prince in astonishment: "No, after Chen Hu crushed her fiancé's legs, Xie Lingxiao knew about it and sent people to find her body. The funeral will be held soon."
When the Mongolian prince heard it, his breathing became heavier, and he felt as if his heart had been broken with a knife.
The attendant looked at the Mongolian prince's unpredictable expression, guessed for a long time, and then said tentatively.
"Prince, are you not satisfied? Do you think that bringing her body back will make Chen Hu lose face? Do you want to make the decision for Chen Hu and order Xie Lingxiao to throw the body back to the mass grave to feed the wild wolves?"
The Mongolian prince paused, then turned his head with scarlet eyes, and punched the attendant in the face: "Inhumane! How can you say such vicious words!"
"?" The attendant was punched by the Mongolian prince.
Didn't the prince often do this vicious thing in the past?
What happened today?
"Do you have a conscience? Do you have a heart?" The Mongolian prince gritted his teeth and said this with hatred.
"I want Chen Hu to die! I want Chen Hu to be humiliated by thousands of people, and his legs to be crushed by horses and die! I want to cut him into five pieces to avenge Xiu Qing!"
"Now! Go and capture Chen Hu immediately! Kill her in front of Xiu Qingling. I will let her die in peace before Xiu Qing's funeral!"
