The sound of rain dripping came in through the bamboo strips outside the window lattice, and there was a little damp aroma, which skillfully blended with the incense in the house to become a warm and mellow smell.

The candlelight in the room was dim and ambiguous.

Zhao Zhiyin sat at the round-bottomed rosewood table, watched Lu Ji pick up the scissors, and was silent without saying a word.

"Go down, all of you. Lu Ji looked at him, turned his head and said to the waiter who made the bed with the palace maid.

The waiter understood, made the bed, and led the people out of the room, and closed the door.

Lu Ji took the scissors and slowly cut the wax flowers.

The candlelight danced with the sound of the rain, reflecting her eyes, and her eyebrows were particularly smart.

Zhao Zhiyin looked at her, and his heart felt like he had been splashed with ink, wet and confused.

He didn't know what to say to her. Or rather, he didn't want to sue her at that moment.

Do you want him to tell her that at that moment she insisted on breaking away from him and did not want his protection, making him feel hurt?

This kind of frustration is too childlike, he doesn't like himself like this, cowardly and pretentious. He knew that Lu Ji was the same.

It's funny, how many women want him to protect and make him so sad.

But in her eyes, it doesn't seem to be worth mentioning.

That's right, too. Maybe he can't protect her. Maybe he can't protect anyone.

Six years of cold bench sat on his heart.

He knew very well that under the peaceful appearance of He Qinghai Yan, there was actually an undercurrent surging inside.

Just like at this moment, the wind is warm, but this drizzle, falling to the ground, has also become a torrent.

The room grew bright.

Lu Ji put the fine openwork paper lampshade back on the candle, sat down next to Zhao Zhiyin, put the scissors back on the table, lifted the purple clay pot and made a cup of tea, and pushed it down in front of him.

"The emperor drinks tea. She looked at him and spoke slowly.

He met her calm eyes and obediently took a sip from his teacup.

Lu Ji waited for him to speak, to say what he wanted to say.

Time passed with the rain, and neither of them broke the tacit silence, only some of the remaining heat in the cup was still thick.

He doesn't say, and she doesn't ask.

She felt that he was a stranger, and there was an invisible wall between him and her.

Perhaps he was accustomed to wanton slaughter and sacrifices for the sake of conspiracy.

Lu Ji coughed lightly, feeling a little embarrassed.

You can't sit like this all night, can he? He has to go to the morning pilgrimage tomorrow.

"It's better to rest early. Lu Ji glanced at the teacup that was about to be hot, "It's not early." ”

Zhao Zhiyin's throat rolled, as if he had something to say, but he couldn't speak, and finally looked at her and nodded.

Lu Ji got up and blew out the light on the table.

When both of them were lying on the bed, they couldn't sleep. In the darkness, the slight breathing of the two men came and went.

Lu Ji was thinking, why did the Queen Mother want to kill Wang Erhan? Isn't she the one who loves her niece the most?

Bai Jin'er did look like she didn't know.

Did the Queen Mother drug Wang Erhan? Or did it really have something to do with the inexplicable aroma?

But didn't the Queen Mother want to push her on the head at first?

Why did you find a scapegoat for her?

Weird, really weird.

Zhao Zhiyin suddenly turned his body to her.

"Lu Ji. ”

He called out to her, a warm voice that seemed ethereal in the darkness.

Lu Ji didn't move, still lying on his back, just a soft "um".

"You're stupid when you're kind. He paused for a long time, but finally said this.

Lu Ji smiled.

"Oh. He just replied lightly.

She felt that he was not wrong.

"Do you think I'm ruthless?" Zhao Zhiyin suddenly asked.

He was also a little afraid to hear her answer. She knew that Lu Ji would not lie to him just because she wanted to please him.

That's why he was afraid of the answer.

Is he ruthless?

Lu Ji was also thinking.

If he is ruthless, he is very good to himself and Mei Rendong, he remembers it openly and secretly, and he can tolerate Feng Shaoyi's shortcomings without being ruthless;

He was a man who loved and hated.

She thought for a moment and said, "You're a selfish lover. ”

Zhao Zhiyin smiled, "What 'selfish lover'?"

Lu Ji replied seriously: "As long as it's not what you love, it doesn't matter what." ”

He couldn't laugh anymore, did this mean that he didn't take their lives seriously?

"But if it's something you love, you'll do everything you can to protect it. Lu Ji's voice drifted into his ears lightly again.

Zhao Zhiyin looked at her silhouette in the dark, her eyelashes fluttered, the bridge of her nose was straight, and her thin lips were slightly pursed.

"You're right. He smiled.

What he loves, he will definitely protect.

It doesn't matter if you sacrifice anything.

He was indeed a "selfish lover."

Something suddenly came to mind.

Lu Ji turned over and turned his back to him, "Go to sleep." ”

Behind her, a pair of hands wrapped around her waist.

He tapped his chin on her head, closed his eyes and whispered.

Late at night, the raindrops still beat a bush of banana leaves under the window, refusing to stop.

But the heart was still at this moment.

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Song Zhen was no stranger to Lu Ji's behavior of treating himself as some kind of animal with a keen sense of smell.

"The smell on this silk is much stronger than yesterday's," Lu Ji handed him the silk, "maybe you can recognize it." ”

With yesterday's experience, she has a little more confidence in him.

It's just funny, a big man, who is so fond of flowers and has attainments.

Song Zhen rolled his eyes at her, took it and put it under his nose, sniffed it lightly, and sneezed.

"How's that?" Lu Ji asked. Last night, she took the silk in her hand and approached the flower.

Judging by this sneeze, the smell is big enough, probably recognizable.

"This smell is so strong!It's nightshade!" Song Zhen sneezed again, frowning and returning the silk to her.

"Nightshade?" Lu Ji muttered, "Is it poisonous?"

Song Zhen shook his head, "It's good not to put it in the bedroom, although this smell is fragrant, it is easy to disturb people's minds and make people uneasy." ”

Distracting.

Sure enough, as she thought, this flower was the source of Wang Erhan's disease.

But yesterday I changed the mudan flower, wasn't it just for fear of arousing suspicion? Why did I change it back to nightshade?

Or is it because the Queen Mother has already found a scapegoat?

There is no reason for the Queen Mother to harm her niece like this.

Lu Ji bit his lip and thought.

"Why are you asking this?" Song Zhen asked curiously.

"Nothing, just curiosity. Lu Ji smiled.

Song Zhen glanced at her mockingly, it was so perfunctory.

But she didn't tell him, and he was happy to take care of one thing.

But as a physician, Song Zhen still has to remind, "No matter where you see this flower, it's not good to stay for a long time." Especially in case of pregnancy, restlessness and emotional fluctuations are not good for the fetus......"

Pregnancy?

Lu Ji was stunned.

She knew why.