Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Kind Lang Jun

In the tense room, the long knuckles slowly tapped on the tabletop, and the man's unconscious eyes slowly flowed.

The waist-length green silk is spread on the ground, the girl's face is not powdered, her body is not decorated, and she is plain white, in this twilight night, aggressive.

Yuwei got up and looked out the door, and a cold and gentle voice sounded behind her.

"Sit down and wait, and have some tea."

She turned to look at him, her eyes fell on the steaming cup of tea, and nodded.

The bare feet, staggered protruding from the skirt, the texture is too dazzling white and jade.

Sitting across from him, she took a few sips of her tea.

It didn't take long, almost a moment's effort, a few people sent out by Lang Jun came back, and she saw the velvet flowers held by the guards at a glance, and the blood on her bedclothes was dripping, and she panicked.

The guard put the velvet flower on the bed in the side hall, she closed her eyes tightly and fell unconscious, her little hands were large and small wounds, and her mouth was still weakly shouting: "Run... Come on. ”

Tears rushed out, she turned around and sniffed, taking a few deep breaths of hard air, trying to force the tears back, but to no avail.

The moon-like face was somewhat blurred by the tears in her eyes.

Yuwei almost pleaded with him: "Please ask the son to save her, I will repay it a hundred times the day for saving her life today." ”

didn't see what Lang Jun's expression was, after she finished speaking earnestly, she listened to a nice voice and said slowly: "Xiao Qing, go get the bone pill." ”

The tone was a little light, a little light, like a helpless move.

"Yes." There was a thick voice in response.

Yuwei wiped away her tears, her vision was clear again, she saw Lang Jun's hidden expression in the light and darkness, he was also looking at her, his appearance was a little complicated, like a tangled, I don't know what decision to make...

Doubts rose in her heart, but when she showed a hint of horsebearing, Lang Jun regained her calmness, her expression was light, detached and gentle.

Soon, the guards returned, and he fed Velvet Flower medicine.

There was a red scar on the hand that broke the lips of the velvet flower, exactly the same as what Yuwei saw in the gap in the closet, he was the assassin who assassinated her tonight...

A thunderbolt seemed to have split down, Yuwei sat on the edge of the bed, her body stiffened uncontrollably, and in an instant, the fingertips on the side of the bed turned into an unknown paleness.

The person who wanted to kill her tonight was the kind-hearted Lang Jun behind her.

She sat motionless on the edge of the bed, for fear of revealing a flaw.

Her long eyelashes fluttered, and she turned her head slightly, her back to the pinprick gaze behind her.

The air became thinner, and Yu Wei was a little out of breath.

"Ahh

Ronghua sat up suddenly, looking frightened, and when she saw her, she was stunned, and said stupidly: "Girl, are you dead too?" ”

As if his throat was blocked, Yu Wei said bitterly: "We are not dead." ”

"It was this kind man who saved us."

Trembling under strong pressure, Yu Wei turned his head and smiled at him, he bowed slightly.

A pair of sparkling beautiful eyes were full of gratitude, and she said, "I've been bothering for a long time, and since the maid has woken up, then we will take our leave, and she will definitely come to the door to thank you one day." ”

He squeezed out a gentle response from the tip of his nose, "Hmm." ”

Ronghua was still in a trance, she didn't dare to stay here longer, so she helped Ronghua back to the yard next door.