"The prince of the south, there is a disappointment." Liu Tianye stepped forward with a smile on his face.

The dark eyes of the wind and twilight swept over everyone present, and a series of suppressed coughing sounds came from the throat of "cough cough cough ......".

The corners of Shi Niang's mouth twitched, sure enough, it was the sick man, that's right!

But she couldn't figure out how he could suddenly change from being weak and dying just now to look like he was nothing.

Is this the rhythm of death? Could it be ...... Ancient men also paid so much attention to innocence? He didn't think he had kissed him and wanted to marry her, right?

No, no, it's not that simple, maybe it's because you lost your innocence and want to come to her for revenge?

Ominous thoughts crossed her mind.

She was thinking to herself when a silver-white robe sleeve suddenly floated in front of her.

Ahh Is this a Shenma situation?

Shi Niang was petrified in an instant.

Feng Duhan came here at some point, and sat down beside her with a skirt of his robe.

The scene instantly became weird.

Twilight Han didn't know her at all, and she had to pretend to be a stranger.

Hmph, pretend not to know? Who's afraid of whom.

Shi Niang moved to the side, trying to stay away from the sick man.

The pink beauties at the other tables will all lean on the male guests, smiling coquettishly, only Shi Niang The atmosphere at their table is extremely weird.

The two of them didn't seem to be touching each other, but they were both secretly looking at each other.

This is the second time Shi Niang has seen him, he was dressed as a scholar on the street before, and now he is dressed in brocade clothes, and his whole body exudes an untouchable majesty.

Although it seemed to be fragile like a piece of glass, it would shatter at the touch of it, but no one dared to touch him.

On the streets, who were the people who wanted to take his life?

A hint of doubt crept through her mind, but she lowered her head without a trace, avoiding the other's gaze, and looked up at the playful guests as if inadvertently.

Feng Duhan was also looking at her, he had never seen this kind of makeup, Ruyun Xiu's hair was braided into a twisted shape at will, hanging down on her shoulders, reflecting the side of her face, like a delicate lily.

Not glamorous, but refreshing; It's not luxurious, but it's desirable.

He gently lifted his hand to touch his slightly pale lips and coughed softly, wondering what she had done to him when he passed out.

He has been poisoned for three years, during which he has taken almost all the treasures that can expel poison, but his body is still weakening day by day, and the personal doctor next to him asserts that he will not survive this year.

The fifteenth day of every month is the time when his poison is the heaviest, but Liu Tianye of Shangshu Mansion invited him to a banquet at this time, for some reason he planned to go back perfunctorily and show his face, but who knew that he met an assassin halfway through, and almost killed him on the spot.

Originally, he thought that he was going to die this time, and he was still impressed by the feeling that he was losing his breath when he fell there, but who knew that after being kissed by this woman, he miraculously came back to life, and even his doctor was amazed.

And the symptoms of the poison have also been alleviated, although there is still no strength in the body, but the pain of eating bones has been reduced a lot.

He didn't have time to rest for a while, so he sent someone to find Shi Niang, although he couldn't be completely sure that his symptom relief was related to Shi Niang, but he didn't want to let go of every opportunity.

Even if he can't cure the poison, it's good if he can alleviate it, if he can survive for a few more years, let him see with his own eyes that the great revenge will be avenged, even if he dies.

He stared at Shi Niang, his eyes were burning, and he felt cold behind Shi Niang, and there seemed to be a thick layer of dark clouds piled up above his head.

Shi Niang sighed in her heart, mud horse, is this the rhythm of the tribulation? Thunder and kill him!