Pretending to order Linglong to get an extra thin quilt, and when there is no one in the room, Jiang Wanluo slowly unfolded the note, and saw a few small words written on it: Zishi is deeper, and the begonia is slightly raining. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Carefully tucked the note into the cuff, feeling a little helpless. Since Shangguan Yuntian had to let her marry Wen Changge, why did he set the time of the joint in the middle of the night, if she hadn't asked for a separate room to sleep in the early morning under the pretext of fake pregnancy, wouldn't she have to expose her whereabouts?

When they met for the first time after entering the mansion, Shangguan Yuntian gave her a death order to marry Wen Changge, and I don't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd this time.

Because of something on her mind, Jiang Wanluo's whole person was indifferent, and she had dinner in the room with Changge, and chatted absentmindedly about opening a porridge shop, so she said that she was tired early and returned to the east wing where she slept.

It wasn't until the time was approaching that Fang Cai quietly walked out of Qingyun Pavilion and walked to the begonia forest in the back garden.

In the depths of the flower forest, but seeing that Shangguan Yuntian, who was dressed in black, was already waiting there, and when he saw Jiang Wanluo coming alone, he still didn't say much, and used light skills to take her away from the general's mansion as usual.

When she stood still, Jiang Wanluo realized that this place was not somewhere else, but the Prime Minister's Mansion of Shangguan Yuntian. By the moonlight, the carved fence jade in the garden is still faintly visible, and its prosperity and luxury are still superior to Wen Chongxiao's general's mansion.

I followed him all the way, going around and around, passing through a few small courtyards and bypassing a few corridors, and standing in front of an attic with the inscription "Chu Yunxuan".

Jiang Wanluo followed Shangguan Yuntian to push the door in, and saw a carved rosewood bookcase in the middle of the room, with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and a row of bookhouses behind the case, full of book rolls.

On one side of the bookcase, a few feet of cyan gauze hung on the beams of the room, and a chessboard and two mats were placed under the man. On the other side is the Gongbi screen of Meilan Qiuju, behind the screen there is a wooden piano platform with blue and white patterns, a half-old guqin falls on the stage, and the end of the piano is decorated with a green tassel, which is not elegant.

"This is where you live?" Jiang Wanluo looked around and asked lightly.

"Do you think that a murderer like me who doesn't blink an eye has ruined this elegant abode in vain?" Shangguan Yuntian replied to her in a shallow voice, finished speaking, walked to the bookcase, and turned his hand under the case, and the row of bookhouses standing against the wall burst open, and it turned out that there was a secret room hidden in the wall.

Shangguan Yuntian put the sword in his hand into the secret room, turned the switch, and returned the book pavilion to its original position, "In the eyes of the emperor, I am just a scholar who can play chess on the piano and recite poems, only in this way will he be relieved to reuse me." There are many people in the Prime Minister's Mansion, so this play naturally has to be played more likely. ”

Jiang Wanluo didn't have the heart to talk to him about Fengyue, so she got straight to the point and said: "The young master asked me to meet late at night, I don't know what advice I have?"

"Sure enough, it was an excellent work, and in less than half a month, she really became the third young grandmother of the General's Mansion. Listen to Qing Yu, you are also pregnant with his child. Shangguan Yuntian's eyes were slightly gloomy, revealing a very shallow smile, "I'm a little curious, how did you do it?" ”

Jiang Wanluo smiled and said coldly, "The young master just gives orders, as for what means to use to achieve the goal, it is my own business, so I won't bother you." ”

Shangguan Yuntian was silent, took one of Jiang Wanluo's hands, flicked the sleeves of her shirt slightly, pressed two slender fingertips on her wrists, paused for a moment, her eyes flashed, "You are not pregnant?" ”

...... Isn't it, that's okay?! What else is there that he Shangguan Yuntian won't have.

"The young master insists on forcing me to marry Wen Changge, if it is not for this decision, how can I get my wish. Fortunately, Changge and I have our own hearts, and he also agreed to do this scene with me, but we just take what we need. ”

Shangguan Yuntian lowered his eyes, walked towards her, and actually raised his hand to stroke the broken hair on her sideburns.

Instinctively took a step back, Jiang Wanluo's heart trembled slightly, and she felt that she couldn't read the man in front of her more and more.

He is a cold-blooded young master who kills people without blinking, and a weak and modest scholar prime minister for a while, he will be at the mercy of her as if she was a chess piece in his hand, but he behaves intimately in an instant, is the relationship between him and his own body master not as simple as he described.

"Who the hell are you?" Jiang Wanluo asked

Shangguan Yuntian's deep eyes turned slightly, and there was a slight banter in his clear voice: "No matter who I am, it no longer matters to you now." ”

Before the words could dissolve in the moonlight, Shangguan Yuntian's complexion suddenly tightened, a hand on her hair fell suddenly, her body shook slightly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth.

Jiang Wanluo was frightened, and hurriedly reached out to support him, but as soon as her fingertips touched his arm, she suddenly felt cold and unbearable.

Helped him to the couch, under the candlelight, the handsome face became bloodless, it was clear that it was May weather, but his body had been shaking violently.

"What's wrong with you, why are you so cold?" Jiang Wanluo was a little at a loss, but asked him urgently, "Is it a stomach problem, but it won't vomit blood." ”

"It's a cold poison attack." Shangguan Yuntian frowned, but his voice was surprisingly quiet, and it didn't look like it was the first time he had been poisoned.

"So what can I do to help you?" Wan Luo looked around and saw that there was a lotus-colored brocade quilt in his hand, and he hurriedly spread it out to wrap it around him, "Is it better now?" ”

"The cold poison is born from the heart, it is not something that can be solved by external forces, as long as you survive these two hours, you will be fine", Shangguan Yuntian moved his lips weakly, and it seemed that even spitting out words became extremely laborious.

After a while, he said slowly, "Let's go, there is a secret passage in the secret room, you keep moving forward, and you can get to the outside of the house." ”

"The way you are now, how can I go? It's not very far from the General's Palace, and I'll go back before dawn, and no one will find out. Jiang Wanluo said, and went upstairs to the bedroom to get two quilts and cover him for him. I didn't feel puzzled in my heart, Shangguan Yuntian's martial arts were amazing, and he would be poisoned, and I wanted to ask him why, but his complexion became worse and worse, so he swallowed the words, and only poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to his lips.

Shangguan Yuntian raised his eyes and looked at her, and the corners of his mouth finally bloomed with a complicated smile, like a cuckoo blooming on the cliff, "Why are you suffering?" I don't have the strength right now, and if you kill me now, won't you be free immediately? ”

Jiang Wanluo pushed the teacup to his lips by half an inch, and said in a harmonious voice: "Although I am subject to you now, no matter what, you saved my life after all, and I never thought of asking you to die." ”