Chu Shuolan's cough became more and more serious, and when Song Yihuan was there before, he could still endure it a little, but he couldn't stop it at all.

"Ahem...... "Ahem, cough, ......"

As he coughed, blood spread from his mouth, and the handkerchief was soaked with blood.

Looking at him like this, Qi Shu exhaled deeply and told himself not to be angry.

He took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a red pill from it, and sent it to Chu Shuolan's mouth: "Eat the medicine first, the decoction will have to wait for a while." ”

Looking at the red pill in front of him, Chu Shuolan directly ate it with Qi Shu's hand.

Qi Shu kept staring at his pale face, and said helplessly: "Song Yihuan's blood obviously had an effect before, you just tell her directly, just take some more blood, why don't you tell me directly?"

Now that you're poisoned again, without her blood, everything you've done before will be undone! Are you stupid! I said I was going to use her blood, but now what are you going to do?! ”

He felt that Chu Shuolan was a fool and hypocritical!

When Chu Shuolan heard this, there was no Berlin on his face, and the corners of his lips curled with an arc of unknown meaning.

I felt that after swallowing the pill, the cough was not so bad, but the chest was stuffy, accompanied by bursts of tingling pain.

He was poisoned, there's no doubt about it.

But Qi Shu's words, he didn't agree.

He's waiting—

……

On the spacious streets of Youzhou City, these two exquisite and luxurious carriages are available only to the rich and noble.

The surrounding people moved away as the carriage gradually moved, for fear of provoking the people sitting in it and implicating themselves, after all, this kind of thing happens from time to time.

Song Yihuan, who was sitting in the carriage, held the hand warmer in his hand and looked through a book boredly.

The book itself is in the carriage, ten books of poetry.

After Song Yihuan saw it, she flipped through a few pages, all of which were words and sentences, which made her eyes hurt.

She lost the interest of continuing to read it, closed the book and put it back in its place, this book looked like Chu Shuolan's, and it was stained with the unique fragrance of the other party.

Or rather, the whole carriage was filled with the smell of medicine, and the book she had just flipped through had the strongest smell.

Su Rou sat not far away, and seeing that Song Yihuan no longer paid attention to the book, she got up and slowly approached.

came to the table, reached out and poured a cup of tea, and respectfully handed it to Song Yihuan with both hands: "Madam, drink a cup of tea to moisten your throat." ”

There was charcoal burning in the car, and although it was warm, the ground was still a little dry.

Song Yihuan withdrew his gaze from staring at the coals, and reached out to take the tea in Su Rou's hand.

Her movements were casual and indifferent, but when she took the teacup in Su Rou's hand, she didn't know what she saw, and her pretty eyebrows furrowed fiercely.

"Whose blood is this?"

Song Yihuan narrowed her eyes and stared at Su Rou's sleeve, revealing a bloodstained white handkerchief.

Su Rou lowered her eyes quickly, and after seeing the bloodstained handkerchief in her sleeve, her face showed a panicked look, and she hurriedly stuffed the handkerchief into her sleeve.

Such an action aroused Song Yihuan's suspicions.

Especially Su Rou unconsciously retreated, that nervous and flustered look.

Song Yihuan used a very certain tone: "You have something to hide from me." ”

"Husband...... Madam, slaves don't dare! ”

Su Rou knelt in the carriage with a bang.

There is no refutation, indicating that there is really something to hide from her.

all show that Su Rou is either a scheming person, or she has no choice but to do so.

Song Yihuan withdrew his hand holding the teacup and slowly lowered his eyes.