Speaking of Zhijiyan and Yan Yiyun saying that Chenyu died, that's another story.

On that day, Chenshu's pulse did stop, which was a sign that he was about to die. In addition, He Youfan may be the murderer, and Yan Yiyun and He Youfan are still in the same group, worried that Yan Yiyun will not be good for Chenyao, Zhi Jiyan can only tell them that Chenyao is dead. Even the withered snow is hidden.

After Yan Yiyun and the others left, Chenyu regained his pulse, and Zhijiyan ignited a glimmer of hope and tried to cure Chenyu.

-- Incidentally, a slap from his beloved wife.

It was said that it was half a day, but Chenyu slept for a whole day before waking up again.

The maid saw that Chenyu woke up, and brought a freshly warmed decoction to feed Chenyao. Morning Trail hoarsely asked her how long she had been sleeping, and the maid replied tremblingly, and Morning Trail realized that she had missed the hour, so she summoned her to drink her eyes.

As soon as she entered the room, she reported to Chenyu in her special cold tone: "On the days of your absence, the Lord received a total of twenty-three orders, one failed, and the other twenty-two received ......."

Chenyu frowned, pushed away the maid who was feeding the medicine, the brown potion slid down the corner of his mouth, and he gently interrupted the report of the drinking pupil: "This is not what I want to hear." ”

"Okay, now they are starting to do their jobs, and they don't want beauties to be beautiful. Withered Snow swaggered in through the door, and sat straight on the chair in front of the morning bed, with a few grains of snow in her hair.

Chenyu coughed a few times and glanced at the withered snow.

Withering Xue cleared her throat, holding a scroll in her hand, and shook it again and again: "This is the loss of three people in exchange." ”

"Read. "Morning Shuffle didn't care about the appearance of the dead person.

Withering Xue silently mourned for those brothers, spread out the scroll, pinched his throat and said aloud the whereabouts of He Youfan, after speaking, he glanced at Chenyu, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and the corners of his lips were sarcastic, and asked him: "Ye Kite and He Youfan, if you choose one, which one do you want?"

Chenyu sat up, put on the clothes handed by the maid, dressed in an orderly manner, and his voice was not salty or light: "Yes." ”

Withered Xue raised her eyebrows: "Heh, it's your style." ”

"But if you continue like this, you will only get He Youfan, and you will lose Ye Kite!"

Morning Trolling can be so complicated.

He didn't care that He Youfan hurt him, but he also wanted He Youfan, she had no opinion.

But if Ye Kite is ignored like this, she will also want He Youfan, she will be the first to disagree.

Glancing at the drinking pupils who didn't speak, Withering Xue was a little provocative: "You forgot, what did the master tell us?"

"I didn't forget. Chenyu replied to her lightly, tied the clothes and belts, and looked like she was going to say something, Chenyu flashed in front of her in front of her, grabbed her neck with one hand, and narrowed her eyes slightly: "But whoever stops me, no matter who you are, will die." ”

A white to cold hand rested on Chenyao's arm, and Chenyu looked sideways, and it was an indifferent pupil.

Drinking pupils bowed slightly, and admitted their mistakes: "Withered snow is also for the good of the Lord." ”

Withered Snow looked at Chen's eyes, and became more and more disdainful.

Chenyu didn't use any force, so he naturally let go and said lightly: "I know." ”

"What if it's her!" Withered Snow behind him asked him, "What if she stopped you?"

The footsteps of the morning swayed slightly, did not return to the withered snow, and finally disappeared in front of the door.

Withered Snow looked at the place where the morning shuffle disappeared and smiled coldly.

Zhi Jiyan came over after more than ten minutes, and withered Xue brought a pot of wine, and drank happily while scolding the bastard of Chenyu. The drinking pupils on the side had a headache, and it was not persuasion, nor was it persuasion.

Zhi Jiyan screamed more than a dozen times in a row, and asked flatteringly: "Who provoked your aunt and grandmother?" ”

"Who else is there besides Chenyao?" withered Xue scolded angrily, he has worked hard for Chenyao for most of his life, he is good, not for the beauty!

"You don't know his character. Zhi Jiyan had already lost his anger, "Moreover, we owe He Youfan first." ”