Jiang Wumian has always cared about his condition at all. His face never showed any superfluous look other than indifference.

Ye Qingwan stood in front of the window, looking at the watery moonlight outside, remembering what happened at noon today, calculating the time, the poison should have attacked.

This is also the reason why she asked Jiang Wumian that question today. In the Ye family, no one has given her a head yet, but she didn't expect that the first person to give her a head would be Jiang Wumian, who wanted her life at the beginning.

At that time, in the glazed pavilion of the General's Mansion. Yun Ruoling was awakened in a dream, she dreamed that the dead Ye Qingwan came to her, and her face was covered with blood, clamoring for her to pay for her life.

She was sweating profusely, and she sat on the bed, dripping with cold sweat. She lit the lamp herself, got out of bed, sat down in front of the dresser, and looked at her face, which was still white and tender, and she let out a long breath.

"Ye Qingwan, you'd better die outside, otherwise, you'll regret living!" Her eyes were ruthless, suddenly, her face was a little itchy, she couldn't help but stretch out her hand to scratch it, a red spot appeared on her face, and gradually, there were more and more spots on her face, almost in a few breaths, her whole face was already full of red spots, and it was extremely itchy.

That kind of itching, very tolerable, as if something was walking over her face, dense itching, she frantically reached out to scratch it.

"Ah, it's itchy." Moreover, the more I scratched, my face began to get hot. The temperature gradually rose, her face was itchy and hot, and she screamed: "Come on, come on, call the imperial doctor." ”

"Ah——!h

"My face—someone." But no matter how she shouted, no one came into the glass pavilion, she saw her face in the mirror, because she scratched too hard, there were already blood beads falling, it looked extremely terrifying, lined with those dark eyes, very ugly.

At this time, Feng Lin was standing on the eaves of the Liuli Pavilion, downstairs, the five maids and guards who had been knocked unconscious by him, and in his ears, Yun Ruoling's miserable scream.

He snorted, he originally thought that the prince of his family let him come to the lady's boudoir in the middle of the night because he fell in love with someone, but he didn't expect it to be so bad.

[No one is allowed to enter tonight.] Feng Lin stood on the eaves, looking around vigilantly. The General's Mansion is indeed heavily guarded, but the Liuli Pavilion is built far away from the main hall, and there are not many guards, so Feng Lin can do it alone.

This is an independent courtyard, colorful window flowers, layers of veils, is the best brocade, hazy appearance, very luxurious, through the faint light, you can see a figure printed on the veil, just a shadow, all revealing a sense of madness.

As if he had been stimulated a lot, Feng Lin didn't know what Jiang Wumian had done to Yun Ruoling, but he could guess that that woman was definitely miserable!

The prince of his family has never been a good-tempered person, and those rumors in Yunling City are not rumors.

The temperament is gloomy, the means are ruthless, the cold and resolute, and the bright colors are overwhelming! The next day, an exclamation broke the morning silence of the General's Mansion.

"Ahh

"Miss, Miss, how did you end up like this!" Yun Ruoling wanted to faint, but it was night, the pain on her face tortured her, she wanted to go out for help, but she was thrown in.

Showing no mercy at all, not saying anything, as long as she goes out, she will be thrown back in, and the cycle repeats, her body is injured all over her body when she is fallen, it hurts, it hurts everywhere.