"Anran, what do you think of me to you?"

Wanjun asked.

"Nice, huh?"

An Ran didn't take Wanjun's words seriously, so she said it casually.

"Yes, yes?"

Wanjun's hands were clenched into fists on the table, he seemed to have something to tell An Ran, but he was worried and couldn't get rid of the anxiety in his heart.

"Wanjun, what's wrong with you today? Doesn't feel like you're right? ”

An Ran asked, wrapping her fingers around her hair.

"No, it's nothing, just ask!"

Wanjun's eyes began to dodge, and he didn't dare to look at her squarely, but he still didn't show his inner worry and fear.

"Well, it seems a little strange for you today, it can't be sick, right?"

An Ran stood up, walked over to Wanjun, and reached out to touch his forehead. But Wanjun reacted violently, and her arm was blocked back by him at once.

"Wanjun, are you alright?"

An Ran looked into his eyes and asked.

"I'm fine, aren't you okay? Quick, go, don't delay! ”

Wanjun also stood up in panic, he raised his head and smiled at An Ran, and then looked worried again.

"It's okay, then I'll go out first!"

An Ran glanced at Wanjun, turned around and went out.

"This Wanjun, what's going on today?"

An Ran stood at the doorway and thought for a moment, then shook her head and left.

"Wanjun!"

A familiar voice came to Wanjun's ears. The voice was shrill and soft, and if he heard him correctly, he must have been a eunuch.

"Who?"

Although Wanjun felt that the voice was familiar, she was nervous.

"Our family is strange, why are you so soft-hearted?"

Yique walked in and appeared in front of Wanjun.

"Is it Grandpa Magpie?"

Wanjun suppressed her nervousness and smiled with a trembling corner of her mouth.

"The young master doesn't seem to be able to bear it, you can't have the kindness of a woman!"

Yique said calmly.

"Then according to Grandpa Magpie, what should I do about this matter?"

Wanjun asked.

Yique sat on the chair, poured a cup of tea, and said with a smile: "It depends on whether you are in a hurry or not?" ”

After he finished speaking, his eyes turned upward, and he squeezed out a few horizontal lines of flesh from his forehead.

"Yique, she, she's innocent?"

Wanjun frowned, the uneasiness in his eyes made him look vulnerable.

"Innocent? She's innocent? Is the dead little son innocent? And the countless people who died for you are all innocent? ”

Yique asked again, and his questions were heart-wrenching and piercing. He is falling step by step into the abyss, towards depravity.

"Wanjun, I know you can't bear it, but didn't I say it, I'll leave this matter to me, as long as you help me at a critical moment!"

Yique picked up the teacup and drank it in one gulp.

"What do you mean?"

Wanjun didn't know when the critical moment he was talking about, and he didn't know what he was going to do next.

"You don't have to worry about this, you just need to be your first male concubine of the Ming Dynasty."

Yique stood up and walked to the door, breathing in the air outside the window.

"What do you think I'll get if I help you do this?"

Yique didn't look back, turned his back to Wanjun and asked.

"The benefits? What benefits do you want? ”

Wanjun suddenly felt that he had been fooled by a magpie, why didn't he think of this? However, he is not afraid of any excessive demands he makes, as long as he can do it, he will definitely do it.

"I haven't thought of this yet, but I think you'll find out soon!"

Yique turned to look at Wanjun and smiled.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Wanjun glared at him and said.

"I'm supposed to ask you that, right?"

Yique stared at Wanjun for a while, laughed and walked out.

"You?"

Wanjun chased to the door, looked at his distant back, and his heart was like being pressed by a stone, heavy, and kept sinking.

He slammed his fist on the doorframe, staring at his back as it disappeared without a trace.

"Yique, you are the one who did evil, I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything......"

Tears flowed down his cheeks, and he was afraid that he would never be able to return to him, that he would fall into the abyss.

After Xiao Qizi's son died, Wanjun had no one available in the palace. He didn't dare to use people casually, because he didn't know whether the people around him were Gonggong Wei's people, or Yique's people, whether they were the queen's people, or the people who pretended to be crazy and stupid?

"Pretending to be crazy and stupid?"

Wanjun seemed to remember something, and he immediately set off and went to the palace of Concubine Shu.

"Is Concubine Shu in there?"

Wanjun asked the palace maid who was guarding outside.

"Yes, Princess!"

"She?"

Wanjun pointed to the door and asked, "Are you crazy?" ”

"Back to the male concubine, this, this slave and maid just-"

Before the little palace maid could finish her words, she heard a loud cry from inside the room, followed by her shouts.

"Don't come, ah, I know you're coming, don't come!"

Outsiders really can't hear anything wrong when they hear this voice, and even if he Du Wanjun listens, he can't tell what the problem is. But he could just hear that she wasn't crazy, and every word she said didn't seem like she was talking nonsense.

"Is Concubine Shu talking about me?"

Wanjun asked.

"Back to the male concubine, this slave doesn't know, the mother will yell and scream from time to time inside, talking nonsense."

The little palace maid lowered her head and said timidly.

"Go down, I'll go in and have a look."

After Wanjun finished speaking, he walked towards the door.

"Male concubine!"

The little palace maid stopped Wanjun.

"Huh?"

Wanjun looked back at the little palace maid suspiciously.

"Be careful!"

The little palace maid said.

Wanjun smiled, in this indifferent and ruthless palace, there were still people who cared about him. Should he be moved? Or should we rejoice?

He doesn't have so much spare time to take care of so much now, so he can only go in first to find out why Concubine Shu is pretending to be crazy.

As soon as Wanjun walked to the door, the sound inside abruptly stopped.

A quiet and mysterious atmosphere emanated from the room, and the unknown and terrifying world inside was both terrifying and exciting.

He stretched out his hand, and was about to push open the door and walk in, when he heard another terrifying scream coming from inside.

"Ah, ah, don't come, don't come, ah, let me go, let me go......"

Wanjun stood at the door for a few seconds, then smiled coldly, he gently pushed the door open and walked in.

The door creaked, and the dull air in the room flowed with the sound of the door opening. But though the air was moving, there was no light to be found in the dimly lit room, except for a white spot shining through the doorway.

It took a while for his eyes to adjust to this place that had not been exposed to light for a long time. He gradually saw the situation in the room, and there was a table facing the door, with two chairs on each side of the table. All the places in the room that could let in the light were covered by curtains, and there was a plate on the floor, and there were some food scraps on the plate.

Looking around again, there was the ground in front of the window, and it was covered with torn silk like the petals of a miserable flower.

Just as he was staring at the broken silk petals in a daze, a voice rang out from under the table across the door. At first, he thought it was a rat inside, but when he listened closely, he found that it was not the sound of a rat, but the sound of human breathing.

It's just that the table is covered by a black cloth, and you can't see at a glance who is inside.

"Is there anything but Concubine Shu here?"

He just thought that there was no one else here besides Concubine Shu, but it suddenly occurred to him that since he came in, he hadn't seen Concubine Shu herself.

"Could it be that the person under the table is the concubine?"

Wanjun thought as she approached the table.

As he got closer to the table, his footsteps slowed and became softer, and finally stopped. He held his breath, but the tension made his breathing uneven.

"The person under the table must be Concubine Shu, there is nothing to be afraid of!"

While cheering herself up, Wanjun stretched out her hand and grabbed the black cloth.

He swallowed, staring at the black cloth as it was about to be lifted.

"Good luck to me, God!"

Just as he was about to lift the black cloth, a man suddenly appeared under the table.

She curled up in another corner with her hair disheveled. She didn't know what she was muttering, but what was certain was that the tremor of her body made her sound very disturbing.

Wanjun was frightened, her body couldn't help but tremble, and then she froze in place. For a moment, he thought he had hit a ghost.

"No, she's—it's a concubine!"

Wanjun turned around and walked up to Concubine Shu and watched her hands clasp her shoulders. The head was buried in the shoulders, and as the body trembled, the hair kept shaking.

"Shufei, do you know who it is?"

Wanjun asked.

But her words didn't work, and Concubine Shu didn't seem to move anything except curled up in the corner and trembling.

"Lady, look up and see who I am?"

Wanjun yelled at her.

His loud shout seemed to work, and after a while, Concubine Shu raised her head and glanced at Wanjun.

When her frightened eyes met Wanjun's eyes, he knew she wasn't crazy.

"You're back, you're back, I know you're going to let me go!"

Concubine Shu continued to bury her head in her arms.

"I knew you would still come back, and you wouldn't let me go even if you were a ghost! You who came back to ask for your life! ”

Wanjun heard that she was pretending to be a ghost here, and she didn't know the bottom of her heart. Could it be that he misjudged? Is she really crazy? But when she thought about it again, there was more than one look of horror in her eyes!

"Concubine Shu, don't pretend, I know you're not crazy, if you're really crazy, then I'll play the emperor and let you leave the world peacefully."

Wanjun's words reached Concubine Shu's ears, and she heard every word. She was still trembling, but her heart was beginning to loosen.

"If you're not crazy, then don't pretend to be crazy and stupid in front of me. I'm here today to tell you that I'm going to cooperate with you, and you don't have to pretend to be crazy and stupid in the future, you can live safely! ”

After Wanjun finished speaking, she stared at this concubine.

But after a long time, there was no sound in the room except for her trembling.

"Am I misjudged? No way, she's certainly not crazy. ”

Wanjun was still staring, and he hoped that his judgment was correct this time. If Comfort is really crazy, then he has completely lost someone to take advantage of.

Time passed little by little, and he kept polishing his patience. Just as he was about to lose patience and turn away. There was a burst of laughter from behind.

"Hahahaha, hahahaha......"

Immediately before him, a slender black shadow appeared in front of him. The shadow slowly approached him, his back shuddering, and a cold current invaded his spinal cord.