The result of staying awake all night is that the whole person is dizzy the next day, even if all the thoughts in her head are very clear, but there is a feeling of discomfort, plus all the scenes that happened last night are replayed in front of her eyes, she only feels a headache.

Su Ziran had to admit that when she left the room last night, she was really lucky, hoping that the man would come after her and explain to her, even if it was just a casual two perfunctory sentences, it would be better than just ignoring her and letting her go.

Is that inseparable from that woman?

Or is it that she is reluctant to leave even two sentences to her?

From beginning to end, what exactly was she in his heart?

One question after another, finally turned into a bitter arc at the corner of the lips.

After getting up, she casually put on a moon-white skirt and did not call Xinzi to come and serve.

Sitting in front of the dressing table, letting the green silk scatter, his eyes were dazed, and the fingertips of his index finger and thumb carefully rubbed the purple jade lotus hairpin he carved with his own hands.

Once upon a time, when she thought that the person in his heart was Ni Shang, she was disdainful, but she felt that the man's vision was nothing more than that, out of sight was pure, she had nothing she couldn't let go, but after all, she couldn't hide the sourness in her heart that she ignored. It wasn't until this hairpin as a birthday gift appeared that she realized that he was already an indelible existence in her heart.

Later, I learned that he was only spoiling Ni Shang just to confuse Jun Luoyu and deliberately created an appearance, shocked and at the same time, felt that a big stone in her heart fell to the ground, and his increasingly gentle performance made her unable to fall into it, and today, she has long been unable to extricate herself.

Could it be that it was only then that he came to tell her that all this was just another appearance?

got up to open the door, and happened to bump into the little girl who raised her hand to knock on the door, and both of them were stunned.

The people of Moxuan Pavilion.

Su Ziran frowned slightly: "What's the matter?" ”

The maid immediately lowered her head and said respectfully: "Back to the princess, the prince is invited." ”

Su Ziran hooked her lips, the curvature of the corners of her mouth was indifferent and sarcastic, she really wanted to say, since the prince is invited, then let the prince invite himself, what kind of stinky shelf!

But looking at this little girl's cowering appearance, I feel a little funny, is she so terrible? Or is it that now the people of the entire palace have regarded her as a resentful woman?

After all, he couldn't bear to say the words of reprimand, sighed lightly, waved his hand and said, "Got it, you go back to your life." ”

The little maid was pardoned: "Yes, the slave and maid are retired." ”

Moxuan Pavilion.

The woman's face was blue, even if she was lying on the mattress, she was still trembling, her frowning eyebrows were not difficult to see how much torment and pain she was suffering at the moment, but there was a trace of cold sweat on her forehead, and her thin lips were almost bitten by her.

As soon as Jun Luohan turned his head, he saw this scene, immediately stopped what he was doing, and strode to the bed.

"Why don't you call this king when you have a seizure?" The solemn voice carried a hint of responsibility, but it was obviously a little worried and caring.

His gaze touched her teeth that were clenching thin lips, and he immediately reached out to clamp her jaw: "Cheng'er, let go, don't bite." ”

"Master...... The city hurts...... Dead...... Is it good to be cured...... "There was a hint of crying in the broken murmur.

The man's eyes ached, and he stretched out his hand without thinking about it: "Cheng'er, if it really hurts, bite this king." Don't be afraid, it will be fine soon, it will be fine soon. ”

How could he not know what the consequences of the cold and the damn poison would occur together, this woman who had always been strong, for so many years, even if she was seriously injured, she had never seen her frown, but now she was so humble and begging, even just begging for death, how could he not know how much pain she had!

He still can't forget the morning a few days ago, when she stood in front of him, and told him casually that she had been poisoned by cigarettes. The already strong and vicious medicinal properties combined with her own cold illness caused each other to trigger each other, but the medicinal properties were far more than twice as strong as the original.

At that moment, I still have lingering palpitations.

The cold little hand stretched out from the futon, and the woman grabbed his hand and looked at it carefully, the ten fingers were slender and the bones were distinct, and she couldn't bite down on it.

She said intermittently: "Master, I don't have anything left...... I don't want this life anymore...... Please, give me a ......."

The man immediately reprimanded: "Don't talk nonsense, in two more days, as long as it takes another two days, the poison of Yanque will be completely resolved." ”

"And what about the cold?" The woman hooked her lips coldly, and her smile was a little lonely and desolate, "Even if the cold on my body is not serious, but as I get older, the cold will increase day by day." Now that I am being triggered by the toxicity of smoke, how will I live in the future? I don't want to, I really don't want to live in the shadow of the cold all day......"

The man's eyes flashed, and the expression on his face suddenly froze.

After half a sound, he said softly: "I believe in this king, this king will definitely find a way to cure your cold disease." ”

The woman on the bed finally slowly stopped trembling, as if a wave of pain had passed, she looked at the man with a desolate expression, her eyes were sparkling, and suddenly her eyes were gloomy: "Yes, in addition to Linglong Zhu, is there any cure......

I can't hear the voice, I don't know if he is asking the man next to him, or muttering to himself.

The man's eyelashes twitched, and he felt guilty in his heart, and patted her shoulder as a sign of comfort, but she suddenly grabbed her hard.

"Master, help me up, okay?"

"Cheng'er ......" The man's frowning motion already showed his displeasure.

The woman insisted: "Don't worry, the toxicity has just occurred once, and now it's fine." ”

Although the man didn't know what she was going to do, it was obvious that she insisted on doing so, so she had to do as she was told.

Slowly helped her sit up, but she didn't expect that she would not let go of the posture of being held by his shoulders.

"Master, hug me, okay?"

Although it was an inquiry, but where did her movements have half a meaning of inquiry, she squeezed on him, and buried her head between his fragrant chest regardless of it, and the warm and solid touch suddenly made her feel at ease for a while, and let out a long breath.

Jun Luohan wanted to push her away, but he felt that the hands around his neck were trembling slightly, and he moved his arms, and finally he couldn't bear to push her away at such a time.

All her sufferings are due to him.

"Master, I'm so scared, you say, has he found something, is the poison on my body from him?"

"Not necessarily, but that's the most likely."

After a pause, the man said again: "Cheng'er, come back, don't stay with him, this king is not at ease." ”

The woman smiled lowly, half angry and half serious: "Don't be joking, if you come back now, won't all the years of hard work be wasted?" Besides, if he finds out something, won't everything be wasted? ”

"Cheng'er, you don't need to work these things, this king has his own opinions."

The woman took a deep breath, and her voice was unwavering: "Master, just let Cheng'er do something for you, it's all Cheng'er's willingness." As if she was afraid that he would not agree, she continued: "Whether the master agrees or not, what Cheng'er believes will never change." ”

The man frowned and did not answer.

There was a strange flow of air in the air, and the two of them were silent, maintaining the posture of hugging each other, and neither of them moved.

After a long time, the man sighed almost inaudibly: "Cheng'er, this king went to see if your medicine was cured." ”

Unexpectedly, the woman did not embarrass him, nodded and said "yes".

Outside the screen not far away, books and official documents were neatly placed on a sandalwood desk, and only a white jade bowl was lying in the center, which seemed a little abrupt.

After taking a few steps closer, the brown medicinal juice in the bowl was still shaking vaguely, and the person who delivered the medicine should have just left.

Jun Luohan was shocked.

It's not the medicine sent by the maid, if it's the maid, she will never come in without saying a word, and she won't leave the medicine on this table and go directly.

Then the rest is only her.

"Someone."

Immediately, a maid rushed to hear the sound, and when she saw that his face was not good, she hung her head cautiously: "What does the prince command?" ”

"Has the princess been here?"

His voice was calm, as always. Only he knew how flustered he was when he asked this.

The little maid nodded: "Yes, the slave maid just saw the princess in the courtyard." ”

"Who told you to let her in!" The man suddenly drank.

The maid, who had never seen the prince like this, was suddenly dumbfounded, looked at him in a daze, and only reacted after a long time, and muttered: "Didn't the prince withdraw all the guards at the door yesterday, no one stopped the princess, and the princess came in by herself......"

Before the words fell, the figure flashed in front of her, and hurriedly left a sentence "Serve the young lady to drink medicine", and when she reacted, where was the figure of a man.

Walking heavily on the snow, Jun Luohan followed the deep and shallow footprints all the way forward, and his heart became more and more apprehensive—a worry that he had never felt before.

It's snowing.

Snowflakes fluttered down, landed on the shoulders, and disappeared in an instant.

A delicate figure was finally reflected in front of him, the moon-white skirt rippled gently, and the snow-white robe was wrapped, far away, as if it was integrated with the white, inexplicably giving birth to a sense of distance, fortunately, the north wind blew, and the green silk flew up, separating her from heaven and earth.

"Su Ziran."

Behind her, a thousand words turned into such a trembling whisper.

The figure in front of him seemed to pause slightly, but did not look back, and after a while, continued to move forward.

"Su Ziran!"

The man strode forward, and just when he thought she was still not going to stop, the moving footsteps suddenly stopped.

The thin body slowly turned his head, the corners of his lips arced, and his eyes were uninterested, looking at him steadily.

The moment they looked at each other, the two of them saw in each other's eyes that they could understand and not understand.

The man was slightly stunned.

The phoenix's eyes flashed lightly, and he gradually narrowed the distance between the two of them, and stood in front of her.