The moon hangs quietly, and the insects breathe.

Secret House ——————

The woman in the cloak sat at the table, and Yao Ziran knelt respectfully.

"You take this."

The woman took out a sachet and handed it to Yao Ziran, with a gloomy tone, "Remember to bring it when the time comes, and burn it with a spiritual fire when it's over, so as not to show any clues." ”

Yao Ziran took it and carefully put it away, "Yes, master." ”

The woman's slender and weird fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, and her gaze was cold, "Remember, be careful, and don't drop any handles." ”

Yao Ziran nodded, "Disciple understands. ”

After speaking, he looked at the woman again, a little puzzled, "Disciple is brave, I have a question I want to ask the master." ”

The woman chuckled, waved her sleeves, and squatted down in front of Yao Ziran in an instant, looking at him.

"You want to ask, why go to such great lengths to test a sick man?"

Looking at the woman's cold gaze like a poisonous snake, Yao Ziran suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and nodded with difficulty under the powerful momentum.

The woman stretched out her fingers, lifted Yao Ziran's chin, and looked at her contemptuously, implying warning.

"The status of others is so noble, you can never compare. Besides, even if she is really a sick man with low spiritual power, you can't compare to her. ”

After speaking, he vigorously threw Yao Ziran away, stood up, and straightened his sleeves.

"Remember, be cautious, don't be clever, your little brain, in front of that girl, is not enough to see."

Yao Ziran's hands were clenched tightly, quite unwilling, but he still said respectfully, "Yes, master, the disciple must be careful." ”

The woman glanced at Yao Ziran, "Don't worry, when the time comes, your sister will not be your opponent." ”

Yao Ziran nodded, his eyes fierce, "Disciple understands." ”

The woman snorted coldly, and then flicked her sleeves and left, her body was extremely fast, like a ghost.

Yao Ziran slowly stood up from the ground, clenched his fist with his right hand, and slammed it on the table, his spiritual power shook, and the table and the tea set on the table were all shattered and turned into powder.

Su Yunran······

What can make a master say something like that?

Status?

What honorable status?

Is the daughter of the Su family?

Obviously a sick lady with low spiritual power, what is there to be afraid of?

Yao Ziran glanced at the mess all over the ground and slowly calmed down.

Either way, she wasn't afraid of anything.

Only she knows what she has experienced for the sake of her reputation in the imperial capital, for the status of her mother and daughter in the Yao family, and for the ability of this body.

Those dark days, she didn't want to think about them anymore.

What a concubine, what family background, what noble status.

She's not afraid.

She came from hell.

***

Yunshui Residence——————

Su Yunran had just finished bathing and sat at the table, her snow-colored nightgown was soft and fit, her wet hair was dripping with water, and her white face was as white as jade, and a tear mole was gently embellished.

Jiufei stood behind Su Yunran and gently helped Su Yunran wipe his hair.

Suddenly, Su Yunran raised his eyebrows and looked out the window.

The grass and trees are secluded and silent.

Su Yunran commanded softly: "No need to wipe it." ”

Jiufei was slightly stunned, "Miss? ”

Su Yunran said lightly: "Use spiritual power to dry." ”

Although Jiufei was puzzled, he didn't ask much, and only put his hand on Su Yun's dyed hair, urging spiritual power.

There was a warm feeling in the hair, and after a while, the cloud-like green silk had dried up, hanging down quietly, and the ends of the hair were curled.

Su Yunran raised his hand to the window and ordered, "You go down, stay outside the door, no one is allowed to come in without my permission." ”

Jiufei saluted and said, "Yes." He walked out and closed the door.

Su Yunran got up, bypassed the splash screen, came to the inner room, sat down at the table, and casually picked up the white cloak on the couch and draped it over his body.

Then he poured a cup of hot tea, held it in both hands, and drank it in small sips.

Glancing at the room lightly, Su Yunran said lightly, "It's cold at night, are you sure you won't come in?" ”