When a few people came out of the side hall, they saw Mo Junfeng stretching his neck and waiting in the flower hall.
Seeing that this guy hadn't left yet, Ji Wanrong frowned and turned to look at Xie Lingxiao.
Xie Lingxiao shook his head towards her, and then began to explain.
"I'd rather keep His Royal Highness the King of Chu waiting. Rong'er, Your Highness the King of Chu is here today to ask you to go with him to Jingzhao Mansion to investigate Lu Zhongfeng and the series of cases behind Lu Zhongfeng."
"Me?" Ji Wanrong was surprised.
"Yes, besides you there is His Highness King Han." Xie Lingxiao said.
When Ji Wanrong heard Mo Jiecheng's name, his eyebrows furrowed even more tightly: "Is it okay if I don't go?"
"No, because it was ordered by my father himself." Mo Junfeng looked at him with a smile.
OK! The father and son are each more annoying than the other!
It's enough for the three of them to sing a big show, so why drag her into it?
The corners of Ji Wanrong's mouth twitched, and he gritted his teeth and stared at Mo Junfeng for a while, then turned around and walked outside.
"Since it is His Majesty's order, there is no need to come to Xie Mansion in person early in the morning, just ask a servant to deliver the news."
Early in the morning, I saw this smiling tiger, calling me the Queen's Wife inexplicably, and suddenly had an arduous task, which was to work with two two hundred and fifty.
Ji Wanrong felt that she would not be happy this whole day.
Life is not easy, Ji Wanrong sighed.
Seeing Ji Wanrong's reaction, Mo Junfeng stood up quickly and chased after Ji Wanrong.
"Oops! Rong'er, wait for me!"
Mo Junfeng took a long step and walked to Ji Wanrong's side. He turned his head slightly and moved his face close to Ji Wanrong's side.
"My king's luxurious carriage is parked in front of Xie's house. Even the wheels are specially designed so that people who are tired from traveling will not feel the bumps. Rong'er, do you want to come and experience it?"
This is just like a second-generation ancestor, what kind of luxury carriage is there?
Ji Wanrong turned sideways and moved a little further away from Mo Junfeng. Seeing that she was about to leave Xie's residence, she stepped forward quickly, and then went to the carriage prepared by Xie's residence.
"Men and women are not allowed to be intimate. Your Highness, the King of Chu, can just go and sit in that luxurious carriage." She was afraid that sitting too much would overwhelm her.
I've been searching for years but haven't found anything useful.
After Ji Wanrong said this, he supported the carriage and made a slight effort to get on it.
After she sat slightly on the carriage and felt the driver outside driving the carriage, Ji Wanrong breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, a soft voice came from Ji Wanrong's ear: "Rong'er, your carriage is quite comfortable. No wonder you want to stay in this carriage so much."
There was a familiar smell faintly coming from the tip of my nose. It tasted like a strange variant of the smell of disinfectant.
Ji Wanrong felt a black shadow suddenly appear in front of her eyes, making her hair stand on end. She screamed, and then scratched the face in front of her without hesitation.
There was another scream right before his eyes.
There was a "boom" until the person next to Ji Wanrong fell to the ground.
Ji Wanrong discovered that Mo Junfeng's ghost appeared again.
And it was silent, making her appear on her carriage without any precautions.
This Mo Junfeng is definitely not simple!
Ji Wanrong moved his butt back defensively, summoned a scalpel from space, hid it in his sleeve, and then looked at Mo Junfeng with a cold face.
"What on earth do you want to do?"
Mo Junfeng raised his head with a sad face, and Ji Wanrong saw scratch marks on his face. His handsome and delicate face now looked like a tabby cat.
At this moment, he was lying on the carriage, his clothes were disheveled, and he looked pitiful.
"It's just that you hate me. Why are you scratching my face? Do you know how much I love this face?"
Mo Junfeng looked at her with a sad face, and Ji Wanrong suddenly felt familiar with this look.
"Then you suddenly ran onto my carriage again. What do you want to do?"
Ji Wanrong said solemnly: "What exactly do you want to do?"
"I have no other intention. I just saw that Lord Qinghui hates me so much. I thought it was because I made a mistake and called you sister-in-law, so I boarded the carriage to apologize."
"Did you really mean nothing by calling the emperor's sister-in-law on purpose? Have you really forgotten? If you are so forgetful, I can report it directly to the emperor and tell you not to investigate the case. I will stay in the same carriage with you I'm afraid of getting Alzheimer's disease."
Ji Wanrong's voice was cold. Although Mo Junfeng could not understand the last word, the combination of old age and dementia revealed that it was an extremely insulting word to him.
His eyes suddenly overflowed with water: "No, no, I just want to test for my brother to see if he still has a chance."
"Bullshit, you can't even pretend to be in Mojie City." Ji Wanrong sneered.
But Mo Junfeng suddenly looked at her. With his watery eyes and scratched pale face, it looked like her lips were red and her teeth were white, giving her a sickly beauty.
He said softly to Ji Wanrong: "Rong'er, we can still be a family in the future."
Ji Wanrong looked at him with wide eyes and felt a chill: "Stop the car!"
she shouted.
The driver outside the carriage slowly stopped.
"Where is Mo Jiecheng? Your Majesty asked Mo Jiecheng to come with me to clean up this mess of yours. You only called me but not him?"
After Ji Wanrong said this, he paused slightly and looked at him with a half-smile: "It seems like you brothers don't have a good relationship, but you are usually pretty good at pretending."
When Mo Junfeng heard this, he also smiled: "It is Xiao Wang's responsibility to take good care of his sister-in-law for the emperor brother. As for the emperor brother, he has his own legs, so he can walk on his own."
"You have legs too, let's get down here and catch you!" After Ji Wanrong said this, he kicked his butt hard and kicked him off the carriage.
A howl like a slaughtering pig came from under the carriage.
She then asked the driver to set off without hesitation, and rushed to Jingzhao Mansion without stopping.
When Ji Wanrong arrived at Jingzhao Mansion, Mr. Li ran tremblingly in front of Ji Wanrong and said with a bitter look on his face: "Is the Lord Qinghui going to surrender at Jingzhao Mansion like Princess Duan? Are you still unwilling to leave without being punished?"
When Ji Wanrong listened, the corner of his mouth twitched. He looked into the distance, saw the faces of Mo Jiecheng and Mo Junfeng, and pursed his lips again: "Master Li, you'd better arrest them first."
Master Li turned his head following Ji Wanrong's gaze, and what he saw was Mo Junfeng's cat-like face, and Mo Jiecheng's dark complexions.
Two people walked in, leaning against the door frame on one side, still far apart in between, as if they were like water and fire.
However, suddenly a thin voice squeezed in from between the two men.
When she saw Ji Wanrong, she shrank, and then she shouted timidly.
"elder sister."
