This is Great Lin
Not Qujiang
Ji Li and Ji Huan saw a vague face through the curtains. Although they couldn't see it clearly, Ji Huan gripped his sword and moved forward again.
He still had some doubts in his heart and wanted to pull the person out of the carriage and lift the veil to see if it was Ji Yunshu.
Just as he took a step forward, he was pulled back by Ji Li.
He whispered, "Prince Rong is here, you and I can't act recklessly."
Ji Huan was unwilling to give up. When the carriage was far away, he shook off Ji Li's hand to vent the anger in his heart.
"If the person in the carriage is really Yunshu, then wouldn't we have let her go? How can we avenge Third Brother?"
Compared to him, Ji Li was much calmer. With a calm expression, he said, "Regardless of whether it is her or not, you and I have already formed a feud with Prince Rong. In the future, it will be inconvenient for us to act. I would rather have a friend than an enemy."
Ji Li was the Left Secretary. He was skilled in both literature and martial arts. He could be considered a military advisor. Naturally, his brain worked faster than Ji Huan's.
Ji Huan had no choice but to give up, but his nostrils seemed to explode.
Moreover, they still had to rush back to Ji Yuanzhi's funeral.
However, if they waited until they arrived home and found out that the Ji Mansion was burnt to the ground and that their grandmother was dead, they would probably regret not chasing after the carriage and splitting it in half.
…
Inside the carriage, Wei Yi had already calmed down and was hugging the two paintings.
"Shu 'er, who were those people just now? Did they want to kill us? Why did they want to kill us? "
"Don't worry, they didn't want to kill us. They made a mistake."
"Really?"
Ji Yunshu nodded. "Yes."
Wei Yi moved closer to her without saying anything else.
Ji Yunshu's heart sank. If it wasn't for Jing Rong, she would have died.
She reached out to lift the curtain and looked forward, just in time to see Jing Rong looking back at her.
There was a trace of worry in his eyes. Ji Yunshu nodded to express her gratitude and that she was fine.
Only then did she withdraw her head.
Along the way, Jing Rong became even more vigilant. He ordered several guards to move to the back of the carriage, sandwiching it in the middle, just in case.
After walking for a while, the sky gradually darkened. Fortunately, the official road was relatively flat, and they arrived at an inn before the inky night was about to fall.
Although the inn was located in the outskirts, it was still very big. There were also many merchants stopping to rest and stay in the surrounding area.
Only when she got off the carriage and her feet touched the ground did she realize that she was still alive.
Jing Rong ordered his men to take the horses to feed them before he led them into the inn.
In this group, the men were handsome and callous, and each of them had a longsword in their hands. The women were dressed simply and elegantly, with veils covering their faces.
Although there were many merchants and swordsmen in the outskirts, which was not surprising, this group of people still attracted a lot of attention.
Several of the men's gazes fell on Ji Yunshu.
Salivating!
The enthusiastic waiter bowed and hurriedly welcomed them. "Are you looking for a room?"
Jing Rong was expressionless.
She gave the waiter a mouthful of ice.
Lang Po stepped forward, took out an ingot of silver and stuffed it into the waiter's hand. He ordered, "Prepare a few rooms for us."
Holding the silver in his hand, the waiter's eyes lit up. He pulled the towel off his shoulder and swept it forward.
"Sure, please go upstairs."
Bring him upstairs.
She had just climbed a few flights of stairs when someone ran down the stairs. His footsteps were as swift as the wind, and he abruptly bumped into her shoulder.
Ji Yunshu staggered, and her body fell backwards from the impact.
Fortunately, Jing Rong grabbed her waist from behind and steadied her.
The person who bumped into him was a man in his thirties. His head was lowered and he seemed to be panicking.
He quickly said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry …"
Then he rushed downstairs.
"Are you alright?" Jing Rong whispered into her ear.
She shook her head.
"Could it be that you still have lingering fears? Don't worry, as long as I'm here, I won't let anyone from the Ji Family hurt you again. "
It was as if he could always see through her thoughts!
"Many thanks, Your Highness." She lifted the hem of her skirt and continued up the stairs.
The waiter pushed open a door. "Miss, you can stay in this room. It's spacious."
"Thank you."
As soon as she entered, Wei Yi was about to follow, but Jing Rong grabbed him from the back of his collar.
"You stay here."
Jing Rong dragged Wei Yi to another room.
Ji Yunshu wanted to say something, but she decided against it. If Wei Yi really stuck to her and wanted to sleep with her, wouldn't she be speechless?
Therefore, when Jing Rong dragged her away, her heart was filled with gratitude.
Wei Yi was very unhappy when he was dragged to another room.
He glared at Jing Rong. "Why didn't you let me follow Shu 'er?"
"Don't you know that men and women should be different?"
"I know. Mother said so."
Jing Rong frowned. "Then why did you follow me in?"
Wei Yi said methodically, "But Shu 'er is my wife! Mother said that I can sleep with my wife. "
"…"
For a moment, Jing Rong really doubted whether he did it on purpose or not.
He sighed and ordered Lang Po. "Tonight, you sleep in the same room with him. Watch him carefully and don't let him run around."
"Yes!"
Hearing that he had to sleep with Lang Po, Wei Yi's smile almost reached his nose. He hurriedly shook his head. "I don't want to sleep with him. I want to sleep with Shu 'er."
"It's not up to you!" Jing Rong said and walked out.
Wei Yi wanted to chase after him, but Lang Po stopped him.
Lang Po was a rough man. He didn't talk much. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and blocked the door.
"Get out of my way. I don't want to sleep with you."
"We slept together last night. Why can't we sleep together today?" Lang Po refuted.
'That's right. Last night, you slept on my shoulder. Why can't you do it tonight?'
Lang Po couldn't understand. He didn't smell.
'Why can't you sleep with me?
Hateful! '
Wei Yi roared. "I won't!"
He threw a small tantrum and sat down on a chair. He clenched his fists and lightly pounded the table like a punching bag.
Lang Po had received the order, so he naturally had to obey it. He could only keep an eye on Wei Yi and prevent him from looking for Ji Yunshu.
However, from the moment this group of people entered the inn, a pair of curious and playful eyes followed them closely.
Li Shiyan was sitting in a small private room on the second floor. He could clearly see the inn's entrance and the direction to the second floor.
Li Shiyan was sitting in a small private room on the second floor. He could clearly see the inn's entrance and the direction to the second floor.
The corners of his mouth curled up. "Interesting!"
One of his attendants came over and asked, "Little Heir, are you really interested in that woman?"
"What? You can't! "
"That woman is wearing a veil. We don't know if she's beautiful or ugly. Besides, look at the people around her. They all carry swords. Let's not cause trouble. If the Marquis finds out that you caused trouble, he won't spare you."
Li Shiyan got up and slapped his follower's head.
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