Chapter 1209

What he didn't say was that if he was allowed to die alone, he would be terrified.

If he knew Ji Rao would be with him, he would feel at ease, even if Even if he had to suffer so much punishment, he would enjoy it.

Ji Rong takes better care of her than Ji Xiao, which makes Ji Rao feel uneasy.

How could brother Sanhuang treat him so well without any reason?

He often asks Ji Xiao about his situation. Ji Rong only tells him that he is not dead, but he is not willing to say more.

It's good to know that he is alive, but the day of seven days is coming. If he dies like this, he will never be reconciled.

Buckle.

The door rang softly, and the eunuch said, "third prince, I wish the general came."

Ji Rong's actions stopped slightly. He put all his things aside and said, "pass him in."

"Yes, please, general."

The door was pushed open, and Zhu yuanzhan stepped in, bringing some cool air of wind and snow. These days, the snow is falling intermittently, and a thick layer has accumulated outside. The white snow on the red wall and red tiles is the quilt. From a distance, it has a unique flavor.

It's just that in this palace, the throne alternates, and everyone is in danger. This snow scene is doomed to no one to enjoy this year.

"What happened to him."

"Ji Xiao's mouth is so hard that he won't say anything."

"Four days have passed, and there are three days left." Ji Rong gently raised his eyes and looked at Zhu yuanzhan. The chill in his eyes was colder than the long-lasting snow outside. "Make sure he gives the antidote. In addition, find out as soon as possible where the old man Chen Shangshu hid Princess Jia and Chen Yueyan. Once they are found, they are bound into the palace unconsciously. I don't believe Ji Xiao can watch his relatives die in front of him. ”

ZHU yuanzhan was stunned, "yes."

"It's time for lunch." Ji Rong called a maid in the palace to come in, "is the jade white jade soup ready?"

"The kitchenette is ready."

Ji Rong nodded, "I'll go to Ji Rao Duan, you continue the interrogation, in addition, go to the folk to find the hermit doctor, I don't believe this antidote is only in Ji Xiao's hands."

"Yes."

Ji Rao is sitting on the bed bored, suddenly heard the door was pushed open, he slightly sat up straight body, see Ji Rong hand holding a wooden tray came in, he put the tray on the table, put the stuffy sugar into the small jade bowl, and then went to Ji Rao bed to sit down.

"Third brother."

Ji Rong looked at Ji Rao's pale face and said, "how do you feel today?"

"Not bad."

"Here, have some soup first, and then I'll let someone serve lunch."

When Ji Rong handed the spoon over, Ji Rao was a little awkward, "brother, I'll do it myself."

"You are weak, just sit down."

Ji Rao wanted to say something else, but he couldn't say a word to Ji Rong's face like ice and snow.

Ji Rong's face is really frightening, like a natural superior. When looking at people, there is a sense of oppression. When he looks at himself, he feels less oppressive, and when he looks at others, he can hardly lift his head.

Ji Rao stopped and gave up.

Ji Rong gives him a drink.

When the bowl was finished, Ji Rao saw that Ji Rong had to go to Sheng. He waved his hand and said, "brother, I'm full. I can't eat any more."

During this period of time, his fever subsided, but his injuries were still dull and painful. He had no appetite for anything and ate little.