Jiang Huaiyang sat in front of a few cases and flipped through the books casually, the candlelight on one side reflected the pages yellow, and he felt in a trance that he seemed to be still on the wooden boat, and his feet were a little swaying.

He curled his fingers, pressed his eyebrows, and barely read them word by word. Somehow, sleepiness rolled in, and his eyelids became heavy, so he simply lay down on the desk and rested.

In a trance, he seemed to dream of the black river, the camphor trees planted on the bank, and the lights of the lights, and on the lonely boat, there were only two people, him and Ling Ling.

In the distance, there is a melodious singing voice of Danjiao, which makes Jiang Xin even quieter.

He dreamed that her clothes were scattered, and on her fair back, a small mole was extremely rich. She was like a lonely boat, clutching to the hem of his clothes. There were slight undulations under the boat, licking the edge of the boat, and he could even feel the boat carrying them farther and farther.

Even to a no-man's land.

This time, he could clearly see Ling Ling's face, with slightly frowning eyebrows and scattered sideburns.

She propped herself up from the board of the boat, and pushed him lightly and heavily, her voice was like a warbler's cry, soft to the bone, "Your Majesty, don't forget that we are here to put Kong Ming lanterns, don't delay for too long, lest it be cold and heavy at night." ”

"The lights can be put on later." His peach blossom eyes were no longer cold, but also infected by the flush on her cheeks, so deep that he couldn't see the end.

Anyway, this place is in the middle of the river, and no one will pay attention to this side.

When the love was strong, the Kong Ming lantern that was originally going to be used to let go was also touched into the water, and Ruan Yuyi was about to climb the edge of the boat to reach it, but one did not grasp it steadily, but it fell into the water.

Water splashes.

It was the biting cold wind, and the meridians in Jiang Huaiyang's forehead jumped suddenly, even more uncomfortable than when he woke up from a dream in the past.

He jumped into the water and scooped the man up. The clothes were soaking wet, sticking to her skin, outlining delicate curves.

The little lady didn't know whether she was frightened or cold, she trembled in his arms, and kept whispering:

"Your Highness—Your Highness—"

Jiang Huaiyang was startled and broke away from the dream.

"Your Highness, are you alright? I saw you frowning and uncomfortable, so I dared to wake you up. Ruan Yuyi still had the big piece hanging on her arm, and she was bending down slightly and tilting her head at this moment, asking softly.

Seeing the person in the dream appear in front of him, Jiang Huaiyang was still a little unable to distinguish between reality and dreams. But it was indeed her in front of him, he could see it clearly, only a green hosta pinned to his hair, and a snow-white brocade skirt, which was a little more elegant than the epiphany embroidered on the skirt.

If he didn't know that she didn't have this ability, he would have wondered if the woman in front of him had given him a Gu, or if he couldn't quit once he was contaminated, the more he was contaminated, the deeper the Gu became.

Otherwise, how could he have a headache even worse last night?

Jiang Huaiyang closed his eyes fiercely, and opened them quickly, only to feel that his thoughts were clearer, and he said in a dumb voice, "Why are you here?" ”

"Back to Your Highness, I'm here to deliver clothes." She handed her clothes to Wen Pheasant on the side and replied.

"Why don't you come tomorrow?" I have to send it tonight.

Ruan Yuyi lowered her head and eyes, making a little shame on her face, but she didn't speak.

Wen Pheasant stood on the side, although his face was as usual, but in his heart, if Miss Ruan didn't come now, how could she sleep with you. Their majesty is accustomed to knowingly asking.

"Your Highness," Ruan Yuyi glanced at him cautiously and said tentatively, "I see that you seem to have a headache, why don't I give you a button?" I've studied it specifically. ”

"Not necessarily." Jiang Huaiyang rubbed his temples, hoping to alleviate it, but his mind still seemed to be scurrying suddenly, and he was uncomfortable.

Wen Pheasant listened to her words, but her eyes lit up, and she also persuaded, "Master, either you can let Miss Ruan give it a try for the time being, maybe it will have some effect." ”

The master's inexplicable headache has not been a day or two for a long time, and even Imperial Physician Ning can't see any real symptoms, but this morning the master is refreshed, and even the temper when he got up in the morning is gone, which makes it difficult for Wen Pheasant not to think that it is because of her.

Then, Wen Pheasant used the excuse of going to serve some tea and exited the room.

Ruan Yuyi saw that he was silent, but he agreed, so she stood behind him, let his head tilt slightly, put his cold fingertips on his temples on both sides, and rubbed it with a little force.

"Your Highness, how strong is this?"

Her technique was gentle and in place, and he unconsciously relaxed, and hummed casually.

Jiang Huaiyang closed his eyes, felt the strength of her fingertips, and gradually loosened his brows, and after a while, the headache was relieved a lot. It was almost time to stop, but he suddenly became selfish, hoping that her fingertips would stay a little longer.

Ruan Yuyi didn't see him make a sound for a long time, even if her hands were a little sore, she still continued to rub them.

The room was extremely quiet, and at this time, even when I heard each other's shallow breathing, I felt a little ambiguous.

Suddenly, Jiang Huaiyang opened her eyes, brushed her hand away, signaled that she didn't need to press it anymore, and looked around with a cold expression.

"Your Highness?" She didn't know why, and there was suspicion in her eyes.

At this time, the silence in the room seemed a little strange, and she felt a little uneasy, so she looked sideways. Seeing a cold light flashing, Ruan Yuyi's heart jumped, and she subconsciously pushed Jiang Huaiyang away.

"Hmm." She snorted and covered her arm, and for a moment she only felt the pain rolling up overwhelmingly, and her leg was weak, almost paralyzing to the ground.

Not far away, a black-clad man stood with a blood-stained dagger in his hand, and only one of his eyes was exposed, as sharp as an eagle's falcon. The chill came from the sword he held in his hand.

Jiang Huaiyang's expression froze, and his body instantly cooled down, and he got up and placed her on a chair. She was scratched to her arm, her head bowed, and she was already sensitive to pain, and she couldn't say a word at this time.

Seeing that he had missed, the man in black didn't have time to think about it, so he wanted to slip away from the window where he came in. Assassination is about a lethal move, if you still want to have two or three strikes, when the other party is already vigilant, it is not easy to say.

Jiang Huaiyang didn't give him a chance to escape, stepped forward quickly, grabbed the opponent's dagger with one hand, swept and kicked under his feet, his movements were clean and neat, and there was no place to drag mud and water.

It didn't take two moments to put the man in black on the ground, and he slammed into the ground with a muffled thud. The dagger was also shot down from his hand with a clatter, and then Jiang Huaiyang kicked it lightly, and the dagger flew to the corner.

Ruan Yuyi was protected by him, her eyes couldn't help but fall on him, only to see that his back was broad, and he shot ruthlessly, every move and style seemed to be specially trained, not at all like playing a few swords in the backyard on weekdays to strengthen his body.

She was a little stunned for a moment.

The man in black still wanted to struggle to get up, whether he fought back or fled, he knew very well that if it fell into the hands of this man, he would not be able to please good fruit to eat.

At this time, Wen Pheasant happened to come back, heard the movement, his heart tightened, and he hurriedly pushed the door open and came in.

Seeing this situation, he didn't spend much time on surprise, put the saucer in his hand on the ground, stepped forward to take the assassin from Jiang Huaiyang's hands, and quickly twisted it away, and was very skillful in his actions, as if such a thing had happened countless times.

A master and a servant cooperated tacitly, and the two or three guards who were late at the door felt that they were a little redundant, and they sneered to the side, so as not to be the way of the warm pheasant.

Wen Pheasant didn't go away, but stopped and glanced at them, thanks to a clever one, who stepped forward to take the assassin.

The Assassin seemed unconvinced, and continued to curse. Wen Pheasant waved his hand and told them to go faster, so as not to dirty the ears of the master and Miss Ruan.

Listening to their conversation, it should be to send people to Jingzhao Mansion for careful interrogation.

In fact, Ruan Yuyi couldn't hear this right now, she only felt a buzzing in her head, and most of her body weight fell on the back of the chair, as if all her strength slipped away from the wound along with the bubbling blood.