"Tell the emperor that the poisonous incense of Yuanchen Palace has been a little eyebrow-raising before. The spice is made by fermentation of a special algae in the thick and cold of the fog, which is originally non-toxic, but when mixed with the sandalwood incense in the Yuanchen Palace, it will cause harm to the human body. Moreover, this poison is a chronic poison, although it will not be effective for a while, but if it continues for a long time, it will not be possible to get pregnant, and at worst, the internal organs will fail and die. ”

What a vicious heart. Kang Jiuhe's heart jumped, and the wrinkles on his face twitched.

"Where the fog is thick and cold?" Yi Lun Wan rubbed the jade wrench finger in his hand, and the dark light flashed in his deep eyes.

"If you meet the two conditions of fog and cold at the same time, I'm afraid that there is only Wuhe Mountain in Wuhe City. It has long been rumored that there are strange algae on the top of Wuhe Mountain, which have a strange fragrance, which is a good material for making incense. But this fragrance is very delicate, if it is in a warm place, the fragrance will dissipate, and it will be colorless and odorless. Kang Jiu and Ying Dao.

"Is there anyone in the palace who is from Wuhe City?" Yi Lunhuan's face was frozen, his phoenix's eyes flashed with sharp edges, and his handsome face had an undercurrent.

"As far as the old slave knows, Wu Cainu of Kunci Palace is the Taishou of Wuhe City who came to pay tribute......" Kang Jiuhe said, and couldn't help but beat his heart again, it seems that another concubine is going to be unlucky......

finally chose a concubine, and died again, why is his emperor's love road so bumpy...

"Go look it up." Yi Lunhuan's voice was dark and cold, and he endured the rolling anger.

"Also, the decorations of Yuanchen Palace have all been secretly replaced, and everything in the palace is safe now."

Yi Lunhuan's cold face eased slightly, and the anger between his eyebrows also dissipated a lot. He picked up the Runsang Mountain Gardenia Tea and took a sip gently, and his internal organs were happy and clear.

It was night, and the fragrance wafted in the cold palace.

Chu Changting had already changed into his bedclothes and rested, he couldn't sleep with his eyes open, but he was hooked by a strange fragrance and entered the half-dreaming and half-awake chaos, she struggled in the boundless darkness, but she couldn't sense where she was.

The floating life is gone, and the trance is in a big dream.

"Long Pavilion."

The cold sound pierces the fog and comes by the wind, like a spring drizzle to moisten the eardrums. Chu Changting was familiar with this strangeness, and the voice that was far away in the sky but seemed to be close in front of her trembled, she arched her body, and there was a warm touch on her cheeks, she rubbed it a little greedily, greedily ingesting the tenderness of the man's palm.

Yi Lunhuan applied ointment to Chu Changting's red and swollen cheeks in distress, and heavy anger that burned the world rolled up under his eyes.

Chu Changting only felt a cold, comfortable and soft face, and she snorted softly with enjoyment, her voice was soft and soft with dreams, which made Yi Lunhuan's body hot for a while. He carefully picked up Chu Changting, and found that the villain in his arms had been skinny to the bone, his brows couldn't help frowning, and he kissed lightly between his eyebrows, and his heart rippled with the wonderful touch of his smooth forehead.

In the boundless chaos, one after another low murmurs made Chu Changting sink deeper and deeper. The thick void melted into the water that enveloped her, making her suddenly spring and autumn in the sparkling waves, not distinguishing between heaven and earth.

The light and shadow are like broken qiong, half-bright and half-extinguished, and there seems to be a face that can make people's hearts ache and wander low. Chu Changting tried to break free of the restraints and see that face clearly, but the closer he got closer, the more distant he became, and the more he tried, the more futile he became. Her chest grew tighter, her head ached, and she screamed hoarsely in the dark, only silence returned.

The hand as warm as jade reached into his chest, causing him to tremble slightly. Chu Changting was excited, a little indulged in the comfort of the moment, but he was not suitable for the anxiety that swept through the internal organs like a prairie in his body. She let out a low cry like a cat, but felt the hand holding her waist tighter.

"Little Nizi, live well."

"In this world, there are still many people who care about you, and they are all looking forward to you and hoping that you can live well."

"In this palace, only the emperor's favor is your only way out."

"Come to me."

"Come to the Qiankun Hall to find me, I'm waiting for you."

The deep and mellow voice lingered in the ears, like a dark thorn coming from the vast wilderness, covering the sky at the bottom of my heart. For some reason, Chu Changting found that his tears couldn't stop flowing, and there was an inexplicable sourness squeezing in his throat, as if the dusty years had stirred up smoke and dust, choking people with tears.

A gentle kiss landed on the pink lips of the cherry blossom petals, and the lips were immediately filled with sweetness. Yi Lunhuan's chest was hot for a while, and he took his pink lips in his mouth and worshiped inch by inch with the tip of his tongue.

The softness in the hand is like a relic jewel, and it can burn an inextinguishable fire and melt the cold of a thousand years with a single hand. Yi Lunhuan's breathing gradually became short, he gently put Chu Changting on the bed, leaned down to taste the sweetness, and the fragrance of the girl's ketone body was between his lips and teeth. The clothes are faded, every inch of the skin on the body is worshiped like a god, and the tenderness of the bones penetrates into the skin with the love that has been hidden for many years, infiltrating the depths of the soul.

Relying on the last vestiges of reason, Yi Lunhuan let go of Chu Changting's body, and after covering the quilt for her, he whispered softly in her ear, his voice was as clear as the moon in the forest, and as deep as a pine stone.

"Come to me, live."

I don't know how long I have been floating in this chaos, and suddenly the breeze swept into his chest, dispelling all the strange fragrances, Chu Changting suddenly opened his eyes, sat up straight and gasped. Yan Er, who was lying on the stone table and fell asleep, also woke up, and hurriedly ran to see Chu Changting after hearing the movement.

Seeing Chu Changting sitting on the bed naked and frightened, his eyes were as empty as the night. Yan'er hurriedly put on a quilt for Chu Changting and asked worriedly, "Niangniang, what's wrong?" ”

"I... I had a dream that was very real. ”

Chu Changting trembled, recalling in disbelief what had just happened in the floating realm, reaching out to protect his chest, and his heart shook violently after realizing that he had not lost a wisp, his apricot eyes widened, and his breathing became even more messy and rapid.

When she lay down, she was obviously wearing her bedclothes.

Yan'er only thought that Chu Changting had a nightmare, so he thought of a way to coax Chu Changting to sleep. Chu Changting didn't want to trouble Yan'er, so he obediently lay down, although his eyes were closed, his mind was full of the incomparably real dream just now, but it was like a world away.

The man's sentences were long, gentle and delicate.

Be...... Are you calling her?