When Guan Youjun woke up again, she found herself in a huge carved stepping bed, she looked sideways outside, and there was a delicate duck beast incense burner on the table, but she couldn't smell the slightest aroma in the incense burner.

The aroma of the wood of the bed itself is already pleasant.

She got up, stepped on the steps with embroidered mats, and held on to the pillar frame, and walked out of the corridor that was hung and hung and leaned on the eaves and flower covers; She knew through a missing inscription on a small cupboard on the right that it was about about midnight;

She carefully observed the room, the hat tube, the vase, the mirror box, the tea set, the lampstand, the screen......

How can this be described as "the sparrow is small, but it has all the organs"? She almost suspected that she was looking at the belly of a whale:

Not only are the interior furnishings delicate and expensive, but there are even many things that she can't distinguish the material and use.

This is not your average big family at all.

Although there were books in the house, there were no handbooks or letterheads of the owner, and she could not infer anything based on the environment; The only thing that can be seen is that this should be a husband and wife's boudoir, and there are women's makeup and rouge gouache in the house, but in the duck beast incense burner, it is the Suhe incense that men are accustomed to use.

Guan Youjun just wanted to open the door and go out to find out, but he almost collided with the maid who opened the door with a tray in his hand.

On the maid's tray is the same as this house, delicate and flamboyant, according to the time, it is about dinner.

Guan Youjun, who formed muscle memory due to being "hit" PTSD, quickly stopped and retreated, she held the small round table behind her, and issued the ultimate three questions in her life: "Who am I?" Where am I from? Where am I going? ”

The maid showed a perfect and just right smile: "Young lady, you are awake!" ~”

What?! Young lady?! ——

Guan Youjun's first thought was: Did I wear it again? This time it's a house fight script? ……

Then through the tall glass mirror behind the bead curtain, she found that she was still familiar with the appearance, so she breathed a sigh of relief and didn't wear it......

But the same questions have sprung up one after another: Where is this? Why am I here? Where did Han Yin Chu go? What happened the night she fainted? ……

The maid put the tray on the small table with a look at her nose and nose, and lowered her eyebrows: "Young lady, you can eat something, the young master said that he will come over in the evening, if you have anything to say at that time, just ask him......"

That's right, there's a young master...... She Guan Youjun somehow became a married woman......

Well?! Master!? ——

Since she came to Huguang, the only title she has come into contact with is the young master of this Dongting tyrant who has fallen into the house, right?! ——

As if in response to her thoughts, an ethereal voice familiar to her came from behind the door: "Iris, you go down first!" ”

The maid called "Iris" bowed and retreated, and Luo Yaokong held her hands behind her back, and her handsome face, which was usually low eyebrows and pleasing to her eyes, was now particularly dazzling, with narrow eyes, containing all the clear waves of Dongting.

The clothes he wore were not the usual cyan and white low-key colors, and the round-necked robe of Dusk Mountain Purple was tied around his waist with a rhino horn belt that could be used by court officials, outlining his narrow waist.

Luo Yaokong hooked his lips and smiled: "Xiaoguan, meet again." ”

"Cold...... What about Emperor Dayong? Guan Youjun asked expressionlessly.

"Him?" There were two points of sarcasm in the smile: "Jumping into Dongting Lake, maybe you feed the fish!" ”

Guan Youjun kept grinding his back molars: how did she lure the wolf into the room? is even more stupid enough to return to other people's territory with a local snake.

Guan Youjun sat on the embroidery stool and poured himself a cup of tea unhurriedly: "Han Yinchu and I didn't come out alone, aren't you afraid that someone will return to Beijing to report the news and bring troops to destroy you, the eighth king of the Dongting Soil?" ”

"Xiaoguan, it's the 'Earth Overlord'." Luo Yao looked at her with a smile, not caring much about the provocation in her words.

"We didn't 'kill the king', it was His Majesty our Emperor Dayong, who threw you down and jumped off Dongting Lake first, which can be testified by the two political envoys and the prefect on the boat......"

Guan Youjun had no ripples in his words, if Han Yinchu didn't leave her and jump into the lake with her, wouldn't both of them have to die? If they are captured alive at the same time, they will be "swordsmen and fish and meat".

Therefore, the current situation is not the best option.

But Guan Youjun still keeps slandering, so what's going on with Zuobu's political envoy? Shot again? He didn't even know that the person who jumped into the lake in front of him at that time was Han Yinchu......

"But then again, I'd love to know how you're going to end up next:

If the emperor's 'death' is a foregone conclusion, your settlement in Dongting Lake will definitely bear the brunt! The new successor will always push you out of the house to take the blame, so that the world can explain the 'mysterious death' of the previous emperor......"

She wants to see if this home will be followed by "praying mantis catching cicadas and yellow finch"! ——

Luo Yaokong sat across half a table from her, stretched out his hand and held her little hand tightly in the palm of his hand: "This, thanks to Xiao Guan's help......"

"What do you mean?!" Guan Youjun had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Thank you Xiaoguan for making drastic reforms in the previous dynasty, and there are not a few people who look at Xiaoguan unpleasantly.

You 'bewitched' the emperor to go all the way to Huguang, and then led to the 'bizarre death' of Han Yinchu, and then your father-in-law Xiaoguan disappeared mysteriously, is there a better 'scapegoat' than you? ……”

A cold sweat suddenly broke out behind Guan Youjun, if what he said was true, she Guan Youjun would be no different from an A-class wanted criminal in the future! It's better to wear another one! ……

"You ......" Guan Youjun wanted to pull out his hand and point at his nose to scold, but who knew that he couldn't break free at all, this was the weak appearance she had when she first saw him!

Thinking of this, Guan Youjun began to take a closer look at this falling away: his face had not changed, but his body and figure were much taller, about twenty years old, not at all the sixteen or seventeen years old when she first met......

Disguise Mask! Guan and Jun Fu thought of the two killers sent by King Qi in their hearts, how they got into the palace, and how they had a mask of disguise that was hard to find......

Thinking about all this, after being away from home for three years, the fall of the method of shrinking bones with martial arts is clearer than anyone knows!

He has been away from home for three years, so he must have gone to Beijing to lay out with King Qi and others for three years......

Guan Youjun couldn't pull out his hand, so he could only stare at Luo Yaokong fiercely with his eyes, expressing his silent resentment......