The imperial doctor who seemed to have died was intercepted and taken away in the middle of the road.

When she returned to the hall, she found that Jiang Qianluo had fallen asleep.

Excessive blood loss and low body temperature.

Ruyun kept holding Jiang Qianluo, rubbing her hands, barely holding on, looking at the bandaged wound, the gauze was soaked in blood again.

Qiyun couldn't hold back and cried again.

She has a cold temperament, she is not a crying person, but now she looks at her master like this.

Qiyun knew that it was impossible to ask the Chitose Lord to come over today, and as for the imperial doctor who was cut off, this breath could only be swallowed in his stomach.

In this palace, there are many people who want Jiang Qianluo to die.

The night was long.

Qiyun didn't dare to close her eyes, but fortunately, Jiang Qianluo recovered well and did not have a fever, her physique was already special.

The ability to heal itself is much stronger than that of the average person.

"Master, it's okay." Qiyun breathed a sigh of relief.

But Jiang Qianluo just smiled, she understood too well, because the things in her body were too domineering, and she just returned to the light.

"You shouldn't have been impulsive to him last night." Jiang Qianluo said softly, "Go and notify someone to collect the body for Concubine Yun." ”

"Yes."

Qiyun had something to say, but Jiang Qianluo said this, and she couldn't say anything.

In the corridor outside the hall, some people were talking.

"I think this is coming to an end, I heard that Chitose Ye accompanied Aunt Liang all night, tsk, such a cold-blooded person actually has such a gentle side."

"Yes, Aunt Liang is afraid of thunder, and Master Chitose accompanies her, so pampered, how can this one have it."

"It's said that childhood sweethearts, childhood friendship is deep, if it weren't for this first betrayal, the gentleness of Chitose Ye would probably be for her."

"Phew." Qiyun was very annoyed, "Chewing the root of your tongue in front of our door early in the morning, do you really think your life is good?" ”

Like a cloud of scolding, the group of people dispersed quickly.

She turned around and saw Jiang Qianluo standing not far away, his figure was thin, like a dying man.

Jiang Qianluo has lost a full circle of weight than when he entered the palace.

"Like clouds, don't argue about this in the future."

"But master, any slave dares to spread wild on your head." Qiyun couldn't swallow this breath.

Outside the door.

Jun Wuheng came in with long legs, and he looked at Jiang Qianluo who was standing in the courtyard.

I don't know why.

It always felt like a slightly stronger wind could blow her down.

Where is there still the appearance of the favorite concubine of the past.

"Aren't you still able to get up? Why do you say you're dying? ”

Jun Wuheng's words were full of ridicule, he didn't even have time to change his clothes, and there was still the incense in Liang Xinyue's house on his body.

Jiang Qianluo stretched out his hand to catch the falling flowers on the tree: "People, they always have to die." ”

"I'll just say you'll be fine." Jun Wuheng flicked his sleeves and turned around to leave.

Thanks to his non-stop coming, it turned out that he was just scheming.

Jiang Qianluo looked at his distant back and did not speak.

"I tried my best to get Ruyun to come and beg me last night, why are you dumb now?" Jun Wuheng turned around, his eyes were scarlet, and he walked in front of Jiang Qianluo angrily.

He reached out and grabbed her jaw.

"You're so unwilling to let go of your concubine, aren't you?" Jun Wuheng reprimanded, "Then don't calculate these things anymore, this seat will not spend the night with you, nor will I give you the slightest tenderness." ”

"It hurts."

Jiang Qianluo was in pain and said weakly.

Jun Wuheng spread her hand, she covered the knife wound: "Yun Li's corpse is inside, she assassinated me last night and stabbed me here, and it is my life that I can't die." ”

Jun Wuheng's eyes were very complicated, and he looked at Jiang Qianluo.

Walk briskly into the temple.

Sure enough, I had already seen the blackened body of Concubine Yun, who died of poisoning.

"You killed it?"

Jun Wuheng turned his head and stared at Jiang Qianluo.

The woman's heart was very uncomfortable, and he subconsciously felt that it was her hand!