It's just that as an excuse for her physical illness, Su Moran had to stay in the palace all day long, seeing that there was endless laughter outside, and Liu Ying and Biluo around her had already slipped out, and she was also quite bored at the moment.

After sleeping for a long time, his bones were also crispy and soft, Mo Ran got up and sat on the table of the Eight Immortals by the window, staring at the sky and not knowing what he was thinking.

Soon, a knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

She got up to open the door, and in front of the door was a man in a dark robe, knee-length, with a thin armor on his upper body, and long black hair tied up and hanging down behind his head.

Mo Ran recognized him as Mo Yu, the personal guard who followed Jiang Junqing.

Mo Ran turned sideways and let him into the house, because of the lonely man and widow, Mo Yu was stunned for a moment as if he was hesitating, Su Mo Ran was helpless, and said, "You are Jiang Junqing's guard, follow him openly, wouldn't your standing at the door make people doubt the relationship between me and him." ”

After speaking, Mo Yu looked around again to make sure that no one was paying attention, and then entered the house.

Mo Ran sat at the table, Mo Yu was holding a bamboo tube in his hand, and he took out a letter from it and handed it to Su Mo Ran.

Mo Ran took it, smelled the familiar smell, the font was also vigorous and powerful, and the simple words in the letter probably asked her about the sachet, and asked her to describe it in detail.

She looked around and found no ink, she sighed and turned to look at Mo Yu.

"There's no pen and ink here, I can't reply to the letter, so you can tell him according to my words."

Mo Yu immediately looked at the circle room, and nodded again to make sure that what she said was true.

"The sachet is mine, and the herbs in it are Su Yingrong who asked the maid in my room to change them to my incense burner, which is mixed with a taste of oleander leaves, although the amount is small, but long-term inhalation will poison you to death."

She walked to the window, a cool breeze swept in, and continued, "Oleander is a forbidden medicine among the people, but how can Su Yingrong be a female relative in the palace to easily get this medicinal material, Su Yingrong's mother Ye Wei, her mother's family is a businessman who runs a Kyoto pharmacy, and the Ye family is a small family, but in recent years, it has suddenly achieved quite a lot, and the reason for it is really strange to think about it, you can let him check this aspect." ”

After speaking, she turned to look at Mo Yu, "Do you understand?" ”

Mo Yu nodded, said goodbye to Su Moran, and then pushed the door and left, a series of movements as fast as flowing water, not alarming a single speck of dust.

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After dinner, the noise outside gradually subsided, and a crescent crescent crescent climbed up the branches again.

Su Moran instructed Liu Yingbi to stay in the outer courtyard, and waited in the house.

The window was wide open, the cold wind in the house penetrated, the temperature plummeted, and a little cold wrapped around the body, Mo Ran poured himself a cup of tea, puffed it to his mouth, and felt warmer.

After the last rotation of the guards had finished patrolling, there was silence in the middle of the night, and a purple-robed figure fell from the window.

Silently, with his back to the moonlight, Mo Ran sat at the table, and only then did he realize that he looked back at the man when he heard the sound of his clothes being swept up by the wind.

Even if he doesn't wear a jade crown, he is like a young man in a dark purple robe.

There was a time when even Mo Ran was in a trance, and the amazing and brilliant young man in front of him was only twenty-two years old, and how many outstanding sons and daughters in the world would be above ten thousand people under one person at the age of twenty.

She had been happy for him for as many days and nights as she had dreamed of a soaked pillow.

How much attachment people will have, how much love and hatred will increase afterwards.

Mo Ran came back to his senses and smiled at him, "The door is not entered, do you prefer to go through the window?" ”

Jiang Junqing only smiled at her, but did not answer, grabbed her thin waist with one hand, climbed over the window, and jumped down.

He was very light, and even if he held her in one hand, he could go back and forth between the shadows of the trees.

Twenty miles away from the palace, there was a man waiting on one side, beside two tall horses that were white in the dark night.

Jiang Junqing was agile, turned over and got on the horse, and stretched out his hand to the woman.

Mo Ran closed his hand, and was taken by him, unconsciously exclaimed, and when he opened his eyes, he had already fallen lightly on the horse.

In an almost ambiguous posture, Jiang Junqing was a cut above her, hugged her, and held the reins with both hands.

Immediately, Mo Yu also turned over and got on the horse.

The sound of horses' hooves pierced the silent night, like a white feather in the dark night.

Considering the cold night breeze, Mo Ran's body has not yet healed, he is not fast, but the cool breeze is still whistling in her ears, and her thin clothes are still a little biting cold.

She leaned back unconsciously, and froze as soon as she touched the broad, slightly burning chest of the man behind her.

She was just tall enough to hear his powerful heartbeat.

Everything in my previous life was like a dream, as if it was yesterday.

In the final analysis, even though she was already in the position of Luan Feng in her previous life, but the five years were only a moment, considering the grievances in her heart, Jiang Junqing, as the emperor, did not touch her, and there were years of experience between the two, and the intimacy only came here.

The woman in his arms, he could smell the faint fragrance from her, the soft black silk teased his face with the wind from time to time, some itching was more like an addiction, sensing the slight temperature from her, inadvertently seeing her reddened ears, unconsciously chuckling.

The horses drove along the mountain road, and when the two of them came back to their senses, they had already arrived at the town at the bottom of the mountain on the other side of Akiyama.

The town is brightly lit during the Daughter's Festival, and the cold night breeze in late autumn can't stop the happy eyebrows of passers-by.

After getting off the horse, Jiang Junqing took her hand and walked through the crowded street.

Overhead, there are high cages connecting both sides of the street, glowing with different brilliance, and on the river that runs through the city for thousands of miles is a painting boat for rich people to enjoy, and the sound of various silk and bamboo musical instruments is sandwiched in the sound of laughter.

There were constantly crowds around, and even so, Jiang Junqing's hand never let go.

They are like children of ordinary families holding their sweethearts, walking around the entire street, without worrying that someone will recognize them dozens of miles away from Luoyang City, and their hands are like the bright moon and stars in the sky.

On the cold night, her hands were slightly sweaty, and as soon as she broke away from his hand, she saw him turn his head sharply, his eyes flickering.

Mo Ran was surprised by the stunned look in his eyes, and she smiled at him, "Sweaty hands." ”

Hearing this, Jiang Junqing suppressed the slight discomfort in her eyes.

He pointed to a lighted boat moored on the shore in the distance, "Let's go there." ”

couldn't help but say, pulling her onto the painting boat, followed by Mo Yu.