The morning sun is not dazzling, but it can still wake up those who have a heart. Wanjun was naturally the one with a heart, and when the first rays of sunlight hit the room in the morning, he opened his eyes and couldn't sleep anymore.

An Ran didn't come back for another night, she really captured the emperor's heart and made him, the male concubine, famous. In addition to the fact that the emperor can't give her a title, what does the emperor want the emperor to give her.

Wanjun lay flat on the bed, her eyes motionless as she looked at the dust floating in the air. It's ridiculous to say that he has been suffering from insomnia recently, but he woke up early in the morning. I don't know how much rouge I used to cover the dark circles, although the dark circles were covered, the irritability in my heart still didn't disappear.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, followed by a knock on the door.

"Who?"

Wanjun's right hand tightly grasped the mattress spread under him, and asked vigilantly.

"It's me, Grandpa Magpie!"

Yique whispered at the door.

Wanjun let go of her hanging heart, got up and walked to the door, opened the door and said, "Is there anything wrong with you coming to me so early?" ”

I saw a magpie nervously look around, and then quickly walked in and closed the door.

"Here's your chance!"

Yique's eyes were glowing, and the whole person was very excited. Although the voice sounded a little nervous, it was still difficult to hide the excitement in his heart.

Wanjun paused, looked at Yique's eyes and said, "What chance?" ”

"Wanjun, I found a suitable opportunity to help you kill Xie Anran!"

Yique took a few more steps inside, waiting for Wanjun to reply to the message.

"This, is it so fast?"

Wanjun was very surprised, he had never thought about whether he really wanted to die in peace. Or, maybe send her to the border.

He didn't dare to look at him squarely, so he went to the stool and sat down, looking at the teapot on the table, which was covered with a faint layer of ash.

"You can't bear it"

Yique seems to have something to do, and he's been waiting for this opportunity these days. But Wanjun seems to be still hesitating, if he continues to hesitate, he will not be able to do great things.

"No, I, I want her dead!"

Wanjun gritted her teeth and said. How could he not want her to die? A shameless maidservant still dares to rob the emperor with him, and dares to sabotage his plans?

"Then let's do it tonight!"

Yique said.

"Tonight?"

Wanjun was still taken aback by Yique's words, is An Ran going to leave tonight?

He thought it would be easy to kill someone, just like Gonggong Wei wouldn't even blink his eyes. But it's not what he thinks, to kill a person, he has to go through countless roads and obstacles in his heart to make up his mind.

"Yique, is there no other way? Actually, he doesn't have to die! ”

As soon as Wanjun finished speaking, she was choked back by a magpie.

"Wanjun, you are too kind to a woman, if you don't kill her, she will kill you!"

Yique's voice was louder and more powerful than just now, as if a drought thunder was shocking Wanjun.

"Tonight, you ask her to go to the Imperial Garden, and you don't have to worry about the rest!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was just about to turn around and go out, then he turned around and said again: "Wanjun, you have to remember that if you let her go today, then it is very likely that you will die tomorrow!" ”

Wanjun's mind was blank, and her heart was extremely flustered. Has he really changed? Did you really become a devil?

Yique didn't close the door after leaving, and after blowing the door a few times, the wind whistled and blew Wanjun's clothes up. He was so frightened by the wind that his eyes were scared.

......

"Anran, it's time for you to go back!"

The emperor said coldly.

I saw that the emperor was in good clothes and sitting on the dragon couch, while An Ran was sitting on the stool below.

"Your Majesty, is there something unknown about the slave?"

An Ran raised her head, looked at the emperor through the thin curtain and asked.

"Ask!"

The emperor said.

"The slave doesn't understand that the emperor doesn't like slaves and maids, why do you still summon slaves and maids to serve you every night?"

An Ran asked.

"Aren't you satisfied with me being in the same dormitory?"

The emperor asked calmly.

"Your Majesty, the slave just doesn't understand why you did this?"

With tears in her eyes, An Ran asked aggrievedly.

In the eyes of outsiders, she Xie Anran was favored by the emperor every night, which attracted a lot of jealousy. But only she knew, they had never shared a bed.

There must be someone else in the emperor's heart, but she doesn't know who this person is.

"You don't have to ask about this, you still go back as usual, and don't talk about it to outsiders!"

The emperor said.

"Yes, Your Majesty. Then the slave and maid will retire first! ”

An Ran couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, what is she? She might as well be happy and free in the Shanggong Bureau.

She walked out of the emperor's bedroom, closed the door, and looked back at the impenetrable door.

How many things in the world are unknown to her, Xie Anran? And how many of them are that she Xie Anran can't understand? Maybe that's what happened to her! She thought that as long as she had the opportunity to get close to the emperor, she would be able to move him with her sincerity. But the emperor not only didn't give him this opportunity, but he was also cold every day.

"Your Majesty, what did I do not do well to make you hate me so much?"

An Ran reached out and touched the door in frustration, then turned and went back.

......

"Anran, are you back?"

When Wanjun saw An Ran coming back, he immediately sat up from the stool and looked at her worriedly.

"Hmm!"

An Ran replied in a low voice.

"You don't seem to be happy?"

Wanjun saw her sad face as soon as she came back, and she didn't say a few words.

"No, I'm just a little tired?"

An Ran replied.

"No, she is usually so happy, but today she is like a frosted flower, completely wilted. No, I have to tempt and tempt! ”

Wanjun walked over and grabbed An Ran's hand and asked, "An Ran, just tell me, look at your sad face, something must have happened!" ”

"I'm just tired. Wanjun, I'll go back and rest first......"

An Ran pushed his hand away, and was stopped by Wanjun as soon as he took a step.

"Anran!"

Wanjun shouted.

"Huh?"

An Ran looked back at him in amazement.

"There's a poetry contest in the Imperial Garden tonight, I think, I want you to come with me to see it!"

Wanjun said nervously.

"Okay, then you can call me in the evening!"

After Anran finished speaking, she was about to turn around and enter the house.

"Well, aren't you going to bed tonight?"

Wanjun asked.

An Ran stopped and was stunned for a while, didn't say anything, and walked in lonely.

"What the hell is wrong with her today? It doesn't look like she knows our plans, so what happened to her? ”

Wanjun watched as her back disappeared into the room, leaving only a door blocked.

"Anran, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

Wanjun thought about it, and tears flowed down her eyes.

The evening soon came, and Wanjun plucked up the courage to knock on the door of An Ran's room.

"Anran, Anran?"

Wanjun shouted.

"Wanjun, wait a minute, I'll change my clothes!"

An Ran said.

Wanjun didn't reply, and stood outside the door anxiously waiting. The more he waited, the more frightened he became, and the more he waited, the more upset he became.

"That's it!"

An Ran ran out and looked at him with a smile.

"What do you think of my dress?"

Her smile was still so innocent, and there was no hint of falsehood in her eyes.

"Anran, you are very beautiful today!"

Wanjun said sincerely.

"I'm too tired to sleep these days, this girl wants to release it today!"

She grabbed Wanjun's hand, looked into his eyes and smiled, "Let's go, let's go!" ”

Wanjun was pulled up by her, but he couldn't feel at ease for a moment. He watched her run forward merrily, and wanted to stop there. But he didn't do that, and still led her to the unknown sea of death.

"Wanjun, what's wrong with you? Why are you so depressed? ”

An Ran asked.

But Wanjun's blurry eyes couldn't see anything clearly, even her face was blurred.

"No, nothing!"

Wanjun wiped her eyes and sniffed.

"Sand, sand in the eyes!"

"Let's go, it's too late, the poetry meeting is going to be missed!"

An Ran said.

"Good, good!"

Wanjun replied.

The palace lights were lit up, and the Forbidden City was decorated with lights, sweeping away the silence of the day. On the stone path leading to the Imperial Garden, there are occasional little eunuchs and little palace maids passing by. The rockery lakes on both sides reflect the pavilions and pavilions dyed by the lights.

was about to arrive at the place where he had made an appointment with Yique, and Wanjun's pace slowed down suddenly. He began to panic and be in pain.

"Ahh......h

Wanjun clutched her stomach and squatted down.

"What's wrong with you?"

An Ran saw him crouching on the ground, clutching his stomach and wailing in pain.

"My stomach hurts, ah, it hurts so much!"

Wanjun screamed in pain, and looked up at her with a hideous expression.

"Otherwise, I'll help you go back!"

An Ran walked over and grabbed his arm.

"No need, maybe I had a bad stomach today, or you go first, I'll be here soon!"

Wanjun endured the pain and said.

"You, can you?"

An Ran asked suspiciously.

"Don't worry, it's just a bad stomach, I'll be here soon. Go quickly, it's too late, and the poetry meeting will be over! ”

Wanjun said.

"Well, okay, I'll go first!"

An Ran reluctantly turned around and went in the direction of the poetry meeting.

Wanjun stood up, looked at her back and shouted, "Anran! ”

When An Ran heard this, she turned around and stared at him with innocent eyes.

"No, it's nothing, let's go!"

Wanjun smiled and waved at him.

The night made it impossible for them to see each other's faces, and he burst into tears as Enran disappeared into the night.

"Anran, I'm sorry, you shouldn't have met me, and you shouldn't have trusted me so much!"

Wanjun couldn't stop crying, he wiped his tears and ran back.

He ran and ran and fell asleep, so he ran to the ground and began to cry. The little eunuch who passed by found out that he was a male concubine and came over to help him. But he immediately stood up and ran away in a panic.

"I killed someone, I killed someone......"

He was so frightened that he ran and ran to a place where no one was around. Across the street is a dilapidated house with cobwebs hanging from it.

He stood in the doorway, just about to enter, when he found the door open on its own.

He walked in, only to find that it looked familiar, but he didn't know where it was.

He thought as he walked inside. As soon as I remembered where this was, I saw an An Ran dancing in the ruins.

"Wanjun, what do you think of my posture?"

She stretched out her arms and bent them slightly.

"Wanjun? Wanjun? Why don't you speak? ”

An Ran turned her head to look at her.

"She, why is she here?"

Wanjun took a few steps back in fear and looked at her in horror.

Suddenly, An Ran's face turned into a mask, and it became a mask of the Lanling King.

"You're not Anran, help, help......"

Wanjun sat down on the ground and wept bitterly.

"Anran, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"