Among the people Yan Liwu met, Chu Ci was the most shrewd and cunning, and when he looked at his eyes when he was in the torture room just now, he knew that even after Yi Rong, he still couldn't escape Chu Cixue's bright eyes, and it was precisely because of this that Chu Ci would take action to relieve her.

Helplessly, he let out a long sigh, glanced at Chu Ci with a worried speech, turned around and bowed slightly towards Wen Moshu: "Thank you Lord for the rescue." ”

"Where, Concubine Yun clearly wants to frame Miss Yan, and I should help if it is reasonable." Wen Mo is sparse and moist, and his peaceful smile is a little sickly.

"I know, where does love come from?" Chu Ci sneered, and then didn't give Wen Moshu and Yan Liwu a chance to defend himself, and hooked the corners of his mouth to look at Wen Mozheng, who was a little embarrassed, "Since this bold maid was lent to the Cijun Mansion by our prince, then, is it time to return it now?" ”

Wen Mozheng was dumbfounded, and he slowed down for a long time before he hurriedly said, "How can you do that?!" Brother Moshu only said that to help Miss Yan get out, and he couldn't take it seriously; Besides, the girl was taken away by you, how can I explain to Wu Nian? ”

Turning his head as if asking for help, Wen Mozheng found that the amiable and credible Brother Wang was shaking his head slightly, with a silent expression of "I am very serious".

"It's good to tell the truth - the prince protects the girl who can't speak well, so let's take over." Chu Ci's smile did not change, and he blinked a trace of cunning, "If Boss Jun wants someone to come to me, I will explain it to him." Okay, it's not appropriate to stay for a long time after the trouble just now, so go back quickly. ”

Wen Mozheng was almost driven away by Chu Ci, and he turned back frequently when he walked out of the distance, with an expression on his face that was half helpless and half aggrieved, and Wen Moshu couldn't bear it.

"It's a prince anyway, isn't it too much to do this?" Wen Moshu took a deep breath and looked at his brother who turned back in three steps in the distance and smiled bitterly, "It is estimated that Boss Jun will visit tonight, are you ready?" ”

"What to prepare? He won't come, if he really comes, he won't be Jun Wunian, and he won't need to open any more Xuanran Tower, just find out the poor countryside and farm the land. Chu Ci disagreed, as if he was completely sure that Jun Wunian would not come to ask for someone.

Chu Ci's ability to resist Wen Moshu was very clear, yes and didn't worry about superfluous things, retracted his gaze and turned to Yan Liwu, with a faint anxiety on his slightly pale face: "Follow me to the residence first and see how the injury is." ”

However, after experiencing so much in just a few hours, it was difficult to completely digest Yan Li's worries for a while, and he followed Wen Moshu to a side hall of the palace and sat for a long time, and suddenly jumped up from the chair in shock.

"What's wrong? Miss Yan? Wen Moshu just picked up the teacup, and was almost out of his hand when he was frightened by Yan Liwu's sudden action.

Yan Li swallowed his saliva with three points of guilt in his eyes: "When did the prince know that the maid of the king of Cijun was mine?" I don't want to hide anything from the prince, but I have to do it for a reason......"

"It's okay, Miss Yan, it's really okay." Wen Mo Shuning smiled lightly, his slender fingers turned the teacup, and his eyes swept over Yan Li's slightly red cheeks intentionally or unintentionally, "I already had some suspicions when I saw your figure in Yangcheng Hall that day, but I have not been able to be sure, and I have been observing Miss Yan very carefully when I met several times in the palace later, plus there is some gossip on Chu Ci's side, I was only convinced about it three or five days ago." Miss Yan's identity is special, and if she is exposed casually, she is likely to be killed again, so I haven't broken it, if it weren't for the sudden incident today, maybe Chu Ci and I would have to pretend not to be strangers. ”

"I was waiting for the prince to come out not far from the imperial study, and I happened to see a palace maid calling you away, if you lose other places, you may not pay attention, but what she took you to is the torture room, so I have to be nosy." Chu Ci shook his wrist and shook the folding fan, gently shaking the breeze and making the expression on his face lighter.

Yan Li smiled bitterly.

It turned out that she was pretending to be confused, and she was safe enough with this disguised face, but she didn't expect that compared with the eyesight of smart people, it was not worth mentioning at all.

Chu Ci glanced at Yan Yan's worries, and hooked the corners of his lips with a hint of banter: "People who often put it in their hearts can recognize it even if they cover their faces, and every move and every look has long been remembered in their hearts, so what does it matter if they dress up?" Yu Li, Yu Qing, I'm right, Lord Wang? ”

"Chu Ci, don't joke." Wen Mo was helpless, and then looked at Yan Li's worried gaze three or two points more unnatural.

Yan Li pretended not to hear or see anything at first, recalling the thrilling incident that happened not long ago, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and his brows were tightly locked: "Concubine Yun also knows my identity, I am not worried that she will tell the emperor, I am afraid that she will embarrass you because of this matter - her madness is far more extreme than you can imagine." ”

"Oh? Why? Chu Ci raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth were playfully curled.

Yan was worried and groaned, and did not directly explain the matter and the plate.

Her grievance with Lan Zhirong comes from her previous life, how can she explain to Wen Moshu and Chu Ci the strange crossing that even she doesn't understand? Even if 1510 tells you, will they believe it? Are you sure you won't think she's crazy? A situation that is difficult for modern people to accept is even more outrageous and absurd in ancient times.

However, as to whether Lan Zhirong will reveal her identity to Wen Jingyuan, Yan Li's worries are more relieved than worried. Lan Zhirong wants her to live better than death, she must ensure that she is alive, and try to avoid others from knowing the hatred between them, and looking at Wen Jingyuan's reaction, it seems that Lan Zhirong's spoiling has not reached the point of losing her mind, so Lan Zhirong must be more careful, and must not let people find out that she is the insider of the identity of the Qinglian King - the favorite concubine interferes in politics, which is enough for her to die thousands of times.

In a word, in the current situation, Lan Zhirong will do more harm than good by revealing her identity, so it is safe to say goodbye for the time being.

"Miss Yan was just frightened and injured again, she should rest now, if you have anything to say, ask tomorrow." Seeing that Yan was hesitant and unwilling to speak, Wen Mo came forward to make a round. Chu Ci didn't ask questions, sitting in the bright room of the side hall and drinking tea leisurely, and his uncomfortable eyes always followed Yan Li's worries.

Wen Moshu, like Wen Mozheng, temporarily lived in the palace for the sake of worshipping his ancestors, so he had to find a free room in the side hall to settle his worries. Because of Wen Moshu's request, there was no palace maid to serve in the side hall where he lived, only he and Chu Ci, Chu Ci was drinking tea and resting, and the guide for his words and worries naturally fell on Wen Moshu's head.

"This room used to be lived by a nobleman, and there should be everything, I found someone to clean it just now, so you can use it with confidence." Wen Moshu let Yan Liwu into the house, took the copper basin and turned back to the door, "I'll go get some water, you wash the makeup on your face, and I'll send the water and the medicine later." ”

Transfiguration is a technical job, strange things are pasted on the face and then covered with rouge gouache and so on, the burden on the face is naturally very large, very uncomfortable, and the words are so happy that they can tear off this layer of camouflage to restore themselves.

In front of the bronze mirror, the disguised fake skin was removed little by little, and the original appearance that belonged to Yan Liwu was gradually revealed, but on that fair and delicate cheek, a crimson bruise was abrupt and terrifying. This was smoked by Lan Zhirong with rattan, it was very painful, and she didn't even dare to touch it, and if she accidentally scratched it, there would be a hot and painful feeling.

Sighing, Yan Li looked at himself in the mirror worriedly, worrying that his thoughts returned to how to deal with the grievances between Lan Zhirong and his previous life, but he didn't pay attention to when Wen Moshu came back, and only when Wen Moshu opened his mouth did he realize that he was distracted again.

"Wipe it first, I've already got the medicine."

As soon as the words fell, a touch of dampness and heat was attached to Yan Li's forehead, and gently wiped it along the forehead, forehead corners, and cheeks, and it was Wen Moshu who took the wet cloth to wipe off the stains for her personally.

Yan Liwu was flattered, and hurriedly got up and retreated: "How dare you bother the prince?" I'll do it myself. ”

"You have a wound on your face, and it's easy to accidentally touch it when you wipe it yourself." Wen Moshu was kind enough to help, and he had nothing to say, so he had to sit in front of the makeup again, face Wen Moshu upright, and raise his cheeks hard.

Wen Moshu and Wen Mozheng have the same father, and the little resemblance between the eyebrows and eyes probably comes from the bloodline of the first emperor, but compared with Wen Mozheng, Wen Moshu has obviously less blood on his face, more pale, and more elegant demeanor like jade.

Yan Li's eyes were a little unscrupulous in a daze, and Wen Moshu deliberately avoided her eyes after noticing it, and wiped them carefully with all his attention.

"Alright, it's time to rub the medicine." Putting down his hand and finishing, Wen Mo said softly, "Can you please ask Miss Yan to lift her sleeves?" ”

Yan Liwu, who came back to his senses, nodded hurriedly, hissed and rolled up his sleeves, and hideous scars appeared in Wen Moshu's sight. Wen Moshu gasped, Qingjun's eyebrows furrowed slightly, Shen Yin Shaoqing shook his head, and then poured the medicine into his palm and gently pasted it on the skin of Yan Liwu's arm.

Some pain, some numbness, the shallow coolness of the wind driving away the hot pain, actually made Yan Li feel very comfortable.

"Concubine Yun was too ruthless, but fortunately, Chu Ci arrived first, otherwise I don't know what will happen to her." Wen Moshu said casually while helping Yan Li rub the medicine, "But she didn't hesitate to stab herself in order to wronged you, which can be regarded as a bit of courage, such a deep wound can't be recuperated in a day or two, if it is not properly cared for, it may even leave a scar." ”

"Do you believe I didn't stab her?"

Wen Mo shook his hand, raised his eyes and smiled: "I have never doubted Miss Yan, even if you don't say it, I know that you are not such an unreasonable and arrogant person." ”

Yan Li couldn't respond, lowered his head and was silent for a long time before he whispered: "Can the prince guess what I'm regretting?" ”

"Do you regret it?" Wen Moshu pondered for a while, and whispered tentatively, "Regret believing that palace maid?" Or do you regret entering the palace with Mo Zheng? ”

"Neither." Yan Liwu shook his head, and when he looked up at Wen Moshu again, his eyes were a little low, "I'm not as kind as the prince thinks - my biggest regret is why I didn't take the opportunity to stab her a few times just now?" If I knew you would help me get out of trouble, I should have doubled the injuries I had suffered and paid her back. ”

Yan Li's worried answer was completely unexpected by Wen Mozheng, who was stunned for a while, and suddenly let out a chuckle: "Miss Yan's words are very similar to the Qinglian King, the same love and hatred are clear, and revenge will be avenged, but it is also so straightforward that people admire." ”

Admire? A witch who curses everyone? Yan Li's heart moved, and he suddenly remembered what Wen Mozheng had said to her, Wen Moshu had never participated in the attack and rejection of King Qinglian from beginning to end.

"Lord Wang...... Don't you hate the Qinglian King? ”

"Well, don't hate it, I like the character of the Qinglian King very much." The shocking remarks were said lightly by Wen Mo, as if careless, "Because I know very well that King Qinglian is not as evil and guilty as rumored, she is just an arrogant person who never justifies herself. ”