As soon as she mentioned this, she woke up Zheng Ji's resentment that she had finally suppressed, she stared at Ji Tu with extremely sad eyes, and said faintly: "In this palace, who doesn't know that the slave family is already the king's woman, except for the king's wife Yonglan, who else would dare to touch the king's woman?" ”

As soon as he heard this, the suspicion in Ji Tu's heart was suddenly relieved, as if he had discovered a new continent, his face was surprised, and then he laughed, shook his head violently and said, "What? You say Yonglan imprisoned you? It's impossible, it's absolutely impossible, what the hell is the situation, madam, you tell the widow in detail. ”

Zheng Ji recounted the whole process from leaving the table to go to the official room last night to waking up in the morning and calling the palace people to open the door of the official room, and Ji Tu couldn't stop laughing.

"Xiaoya, you mean you spent the night in the official room last night?"

After Ji Tu finished asking this sentence, he suddenly realized something, in this way, Zheng Ji was not with Yongjie last night, so Yongjie naturally did not do anything perverted to Zheng Ji, he felt a little ashamed that he had such an idea.

But with Yongjiao's violent temper, the things he talked about suddenly changed, and he must have been unable to sit still and come to the widow theory, and he waited so quietly and peacefully until now?

"Yes, I also hurt the slave family to knock a lot of bruises on my legs."

Did he have a new love last night? didn't even know that he hadn't come back all night, Zheng Ji looked at Ji Tu with an aggrieved face, trying to find some answers from his unpredictable face.

Seeing Ji's sudden distraction, Zheng Ji was coquettish, took his hand and shook it.

"Your Majesty, the slave family is talking to you!"

Ji Tu hurriedly echoed: "Hmm! Who is so bold? How dare you play tricks on Madame? ”

"Wang~Shang!" Zheng Ji dragged her voice long, in her opinion, Ji Tu wanted to protect his wife Yonglan.

"Why are you so sure she didn't do it? As the king's woman, who does she want to take revenge on, is it not easy? ”

Zheng Ji was not satisfied with Ji Tu's reaction after hearing this, and looked at him with some anger.

"If she can do such a thing, the widow won't do this to her, I'm really going to laugh at the widow, hahahaha!"

Ji Tu burst into laughter, and finally stopped laughing and said: "Xiaoya, you don't know, after you know what kind of person she is, you will believe that this matter is not her doing." ”

"What normal woman, knowing that her husband has another woman, will not be jealous and not want to retaliate?"

Ji Tu's handsome face was gloomy and lonely, and his expression was gloomy.

"You also said that a normal woman will retaliate, so it has to be a normal woman!"

Zheng Ji opened her mouth, but she was dumbfounded.

Ji suddenly held Zheng Ji's weak shoulders, the delicate collarbone loomed from the neckline of the deep coat, and suddenly had the urge to reach out and touch it gently, but he still held back, swallowed a mouthful of saliva quietly, and looked at Zheng Ji's clear eyes with a heavy face.

"Xiaoya, today the widow will tell you about the widow's wife Yonglan, after listening to it, you will know why the widow said that it can't be her."

After Ji Tu finished speaking, Zheng Ji smiled at him and nodded, only to see him take off his thin coat and throw it to Grandpa He, who was five steps away, turned around and put an arm on Zheng Ji's shoulder, and led her up the steps covered with red maple leaves.

Zheng Ji is the first time to listen to Ji Tuzheng and Bajing take the initiative to talk about his wife, all the time, she has also asked curiously, he has deliberately avoided talking about it, and today he is willing to take the initiative to talk about it, Zheng Ji was moved and happy, proving that he was opening his heart to her, so she did not speak, but listened quietly.

"Yonglan is the daughter of Langzhong Ling Yongfu, Yongjiao's sister, six years younger than the widow, she has been smart and clever since she was a child, lively and lovely, sweet in appearance, and very close to the widow, deeply loved by the first king, when she was twelve years old, she gave us two marriages, but never thought that the creation made people, when she was thirteen years old, she suddenly had a strange disease, her limbs twitched, she was delirious for three days and three nights, and her whole body was so hot that it was terrifying, and the imperial doctor in the palace did not see any improvement."

Ji Tu stopped, frowned, looked into the distance, and let out a long sigh, as if he was still worried about Xiao Yonglan's condition.

After a while, Zheng Ji asked tentatively, "That...... Later, how long did it take for her illness to be cured? ”

Seeing that her life was in danger, on the evening of the third day, a wandering monk got the news from nowhere, and volunteered that he could save her, but he only promised to save her. Strange to say, he just dug up some mud from the bottom of the mud pond and turned it into muddy water, chanted words to her, and then sprinkled the muddy water on her face, and then began to chant. ”

"What kind of recipe is this, the slave family has never heard of it, so in this way, it was the monk who saved her?"

Zheng Ji looked surprised and couldn't help but interrupt Ji Tu's words.

"After about three cups of tea, Yonglan miraculously woke up, and the monk said: 'Amitabha, the Buddha is destined to be a person, and the son-in-law can wake up today, which means that she has a relationship with my Buddha, and whether she can recover as before, then it can only depend on her creation, remember, you can wash your face after two days, and the poor monk will leave!' After the monk finished speaking, he turned around and left, and that night, Yonglan began to eat, and after two more days, he was already able to get out of bed and move, but he ......"

Speaking of this, he should have been happy, but he saw Ji Tu's expression gloomy.

"Isn't it all right? Just what? ”

Ji suddenly glanced at Zheng Ji, his eyes were full of helplessness, sighed and continued.

"Just her face...... The mud spots that the monk had sprinkled on her face could no longer be washed off, and turned into small black spots, pockmarked all over her face. ”

"Ahh No wonder the slave family has been coming to Zheng Guo for so long, and they haven't seen her once......"

Zheng Ji was cautious, and began to have a little understanding and sympathy for Yonglan in her heart, suffering such a change, there will definitely be some kind of imbalance in her psychology.

"Not only that, since then, she was originally smart and smart, but her brain suddenly became no longer sensitive, and it can even be said that she seems to be missing a string, and she is stunned all day long, and she doesn't seem to understand what she says, she will only stare at you dryly."

"How can this be, could it be that she pretended to be because she saw that her appearance was ruined, and she was no longer worthy of the king, and she couldn't stand this blow?"

Ji Tu's stylish sword eyebrows were frowning together at the moment, forming a Sichuan character. The slender fingers rubbed his face vigorously as if he were washing his face, and rubbed his handsome cheeks red, as if those spots were growing on his face and were about to be rubbed off.

Zheng Ji stretched out his hand and gently took Ji Tu's hand down and held it in the palm of his hand, and Ji Tu continued: "At first, the widow also thought so, did not dislike her, and took her out to play, and treated her as gently as before, but some of her performances and behaviors are completely a person with underdeveloped intelligence, and over time, we ......"

"In that case, why didn't the king divorce her?"