After the avatar is reborn

"Your Highness, Lord Fu is here."

Without raising her eyebrows, Ji Xuerong said softly, "Let him kneel outside."

The sun was shining brightly outside, and Fu Qingming knelt outside the main hall.

Chu Jun asked him to kneel, so he could only kneel.

Ji Xuerong noticed that the ear tips of the man in his arms moved, he lightly touched the tips of Nian Qiao's ears, and said softly: "Gu called him over, but Nian Qiao didn't want to talk about it, so Gu went to ask him."

Nianqiao opened his wet eyes, the handprint on his chin was gently rubbed by Ji Xuerong's fingertips, he shook his head, and grabbed Ji Xuerong's sleeve tightly.

Fu Qingming didn't allow him to complain to Ji Xuerong. He was worried that he might say something wrong, and he couldn't open his mouth no matter what, as if he lost his ability to speak in an instant.

He was afraid that the poison in his stomach would attack and kill him.

He wants to live, not to die.

"You don't have to be afraid," Ji Xuerong comforted him, her eyes darkened slightly, and she gently helped him take out the pills in his mouth.

It took two hours to coax Nianqiao to sleep again.

Ji Xuerong got up, and he changed into a normal suit, his whole body was black and his demeanor became colder.

In the side hall.

Fu Qingming was still kneeling for two hours, her face was slightly pale, when she heard the movement, she met Ji Xuerong who was not far away.

Ji Xuerong is usually gentle and polite, but now his expression is much colder than usual, Ji Xuerong is always like this, no matter what time, he can keep calm.

"Fu Li, do you still remember how you told Gu when you were a candidate?" Ji Xuerong seemed to be looking at him, but he didn't seem to be in her eyes, and her voice was calm.

Everyone in Beijing has rumored that Fu Qingming is on good terms with him. They are both famous students of Mr. Ouyang, and they were very close for a while.

Fu Qingming was Fang Ruoguan at that time, and promised him to assist him to become a Mingjun in the future.

Ji Xuerong never took these words to heart.

The political situation is changing rapidly, let alone the hearts of the people.

Ji Xuerong didn't need Fu Qingming to answer him, so her eyes shifted a little, and then she fell on Fu Qingming.

"I think you will follow what the Holy Majesty said more, and the Mingjun you want to assist is not alone."

Hearing that Fu Qingming reacted, she raised her eyes, and the two looked at each other, one kneeling and the other standing.

The standing person was calm and unwavering, while the kneeling person seemed to have some emotion shaking in his eyes.

It was half an hour after Fu Qingming left the East Palace.

He had two wounds on his forehead and the corners of his lips, and his walking posture was slightly weird.

A few days later, Fu Qingming was accused of participating in the prophecy case and sent to prison for investigation.

In his dream, Nian Qiao dreamed that he was bleeding to death from his seven orifices, and he screamed in his dream. In his dream, Ji Xuerong seemed to be hugging him, wiping the blood off his body all the time.

He suddenly opened his eyes, sweating all over his body, and wanted to call someone, but his throat couldn't make a sound, and he could only utter a few dry syllables with difficulty.

"Nianqiao, have you had a nightmare?"

A gentle voice came from his ear, Nianqiao opened his eyes, he was hugged by Ji Xuerong, and the candle lamp next to him was shining slightly, his cold blood was able to warm up.

When Nianqiao saw Ji Xuerong, he was not so afraid.

He nodded, the corners of his lips were touched, Ji Xuerong said to him: "Let me see your mouth, don't bite your tongue."

"Don't say it if you don't want to." Ji Xuerong stroked his chin gently.

Nianqiao hesitated a little, he opened his mouth and showed Ji Xuerong a look, Ji Xuerong did not let go of him immediately after checking.

Instead, she leaned over and kissed him, licking all the wounds on his lips.

Nianqiao blushed a little, he pushed Ji Xuerong, Ji Xuerong let him go, and touched his lips.

"Fu Qingming was arrested and sent to prison, do you want to go and see him?"

Ji Xuerong said: "Maybe you don't recognize him now, he was tortured inside."

Nianqiao originally wanted to shake his head, but he became more nervous when he heard that Fu Qingming had been tortured. Three days had passed, and Fu Qingming said that he would be given an antidote in three days.

Fu Qingming was arrested, and now he is in prison, so what about his antidote?

Nianqiao's eyes turned red again thinking about it.

He nodded again and tugged at Ji Xuerong's sleeve.

Nianqiao originally planned to ask Ji Lingyu about Shao Yaohua, but now he has no energy to think about Ji Lingyu.He didn't dare to go anywhere, he only dared to stay by Ji Xuerong's side.

On the carriage, Nian Qiao nestled beside Ji Xuerong, he kept holding on to Ji Xuerong's sleeve, and was very close to Ji Xuerong, rubbing his fingertips uneasily.

Ji Xuerong clasped his fingers, and there was heat in his palm, so Nianqiao stopped moving.

Arrive at the prison.

Nianqiao has been hiding behind Ji Xuerong, Ji Xuerong led him, and they walked through the corridors to the inner layer of the prison.

As if overlapping with the previous life, the last prison cell that was familiar to him was not him, but Fu Qingming.

Ji Xuerong was worried that he was afraid, and they stood far away, so they could only look at the people on the rack through the prison door.

Fu Qingming was tied to the torture rack, his orchid-patterned robe was soaked in blood, his body was covered with welts, a few strands of hair were scattered, his face was pale, and his fingers were slightly hanging down.

It stands to reason that lynching should not be used before it is determined.

If a lynching is carried out, the responsibility will inevitably be investigated. This matter can only be concealed for a while. The Ministry of Criminal Justice and the Metropolitan Procuratorate have always been at odds with Dali Temple.

"Nianqiao, which hand did he touch you with?" Ji Xuerong asked him.

It took a while for Nianqiao to recognize that the person on the rack was Fu Qingming. When he saw the torture equipment on the wall, he took a step back subconsciously, and his face turned pale.

Hearing the movement, the chains collided together, Fu Qingming raised his head slightly, his face was pale, his eyes were still deep and cold, and his gaze fell directly on Nianqiao.

Nianqiao felt that his stomach started to hurt, his heart skipped a beat, he didn't dare to look at Fu Qingming, and subconsciously hid behind Ji Xuerong.

He was a little afraid of Fu Qingming and Ji Xuerong.

Ji Xuerong even dared to torture Fu Qingming, he didn't believe that Ji Xuerong was just a prince under house arrest in the palace.

"You don't want to say it? You still don't dare to say it." Ji Xuerong's voice was gentle, and there was no trace of warmth when her eyes glanced at Fu Qingming.

"Since this is the case, Gu will default to having touched both hands."

"There is a kind of punishment in the Imperial Prison, which is called Zhixuan. Using a special needle to break the tendons will bear the pain of broken bones. The medicine can last for half a month, and the tendons will be re-sewed after half a month."

Ji Xuerong glanced lightly at Fu Qingming, her expression was gentle and indifferent, coupled with that extremely gorgeous face, she looked like an evil ghost climbing up from the prison.

"For your hard work, Mr. Fu, you will be punished once."

Nianqiao watched the guards enter the cell, Fu Qingming's palms were raised, his eyes were covered, he was covered by Ji Xuerong's breath, and Ji Xuerong's breath fell on his ears.

"Don't look at him."

He couldn't see, but he could smell the bloody smell in the cell, hear Fu Qingming's muffled groans, and Fu Qingming's gaze on him.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Nianqiao's back. He was the one lying on the platform in the previous life, but now he is Ji Xuerong.

He died because of Ji Xuerong, and he survived because of Ji Xuerong.

When he was released from prison, cold sweat still remained on Nianqiao's palms. He and Ji Xuerong returned to the East Palace, and Ji Xuerong sent the imperial physician over to show him his throat.

Through the screen, Nianqiao pricked up his ears and glanced at Ji Xuerong's direction from time to time.

"He has no problem with his voice. Perhaps he is timid and dare not speak now. His Highness will accompany him. Maybe he will be able to speak in a few days. When he wants to speak, he will naturally speak."

Ji Xuerong thanked the imperial physician and made concoction for Nianqiao. Normally Nianqiao would not eat it because of bitterness, but now he is very obedient, bitter tears are about to come out, so he drank it all in one gulp.

There was no fuss about eating at night, and I could eat as many dim sum as I wanted, instead of arguing to eat a few more yuan as usual.

She didn't dare to move around in his arms when she was sleeping, and Nianqiao kissed him proactively when he made a slight gesture of intimacy, with tenderness and fear in her wet eyes.

They haven't done it so far, and Nianqiao has never been happy.Now Nianqiao took the initiative to hug him, obediently in his arms, her posture and expression seemed to be sacrificing herself.

"Nianqiao, you don't have to do this." Ji Xuerong looked at him, her eyes were as dark as ink, "I will not force you."

"The last few times I punished you, it was because you lied to Gu, and Gu doesn't like it when you cheat."

"Don't be afraid of me." Ji Xuerong kissed the corner of his lips lightly, and did nothing else.

Nianqiao's face turned red, and he was stung by the emotion inside Ji Xuerong's gentle eyes, feeling a little uncomfortable for no reason.

He looked at Ji Xuerong for a while, and got off Ji Xuerong's body. He didn't know whether what Ji Xuerong said was true or not.

Ji Xuerong knew that he had lied to him.

He was not exposed at the time.

He hesitated a little, leaned over and pecked Ji Xuerong again.

Ji Xuerong tucked his quilt up, and he seemed to be rolled into a rice dumpling.

Nianqiao felt a little hot, he didn't want to cover himself with the quilt, so he quietly glanced at Ji Xuerong, and stretched out his arms from under the quilt.

Ji Xuerong glanced at him, and stuffed his arms back into the quilt.

He looked at Ji Xuerong for a while, and Ji Xuerong said, "I'll catch a cold."

Nianqiao was about to cry again, Ji Xuerong kissed his eyelids before he cried, and licked away his tears.

So Nianqiao stopped crying, took a look at Ji Xuerong, and turned his back to Ji Xuerong.

He clutched his stomach, it has been three days, he is not dead yet, will he die tomorrow?

With such thoughts in mind, Nianqiao huddled into a ball by himself, weeping silently in the quilt.

I don't know if Fu Qingming will give him the antidote tomorrow.

On the second day, Nianqiao kept wandering around the courtyard of the East Palace, Ji Xuerong ignored him, and one of the guards handed him a box when he returned to the small courtyard.

Nian Qiao secretly ran back to the yard with the box, and he opened the box immediately. Inside was a pill, exactly the same as the one Fu Qingming gave him.

There is also a note at the bottom.

Nianqiao stuffed the pill into his mouth without thinking, the pill was very bitter, and he didn't feel anything after taking it.

Then he read the note. There were only a few words on the note.

: Report the people the prince sees every day

Nian Qiao read the note several times, he was a little strange, why did Fu Qingming know this, could it be that Fu Qingming planned to let him keep an eye on the prince?

He put the note away, and at night, Ji Xuerong asked.

"Nianqiao, a suspicious guard was found in the East Palace today, have you seen him?"

Ji Xuerong brought the guard directly in front of him, who was the one who gave him the pill today.

Nianqiao hesitated a little, he chose to shake his head.

Ji Xuerong didn't ask again, he didn't know where the guards would be taken after being taken down.

Every three days thereafter, an extra pill would appear on the window of Nianqiao, sometimes with a note underneath, sometimes not.

On this day, Nianqiao stuffed the pill into his mouth as before, and he heard the sound of something falling behind him.

Shangshan was standing not far away, with a little surprise in his eyes.