The hustle and bustle around him quieted down. Murong Yingluo leaned against the desk, flipping through the classics that Si Wushang had thrown to him with her shiny fingertips. Her beautiful eyebrows were slightly raised. She originally wanted to explore Qingfeng Garden tonight, but things were changing.
, and now he actually lives in Qingfeng Garden.
She wanted to find out the situation in Qingfengyuan and was not in a hurry. She also believed that King Zheng had already guessed her thoughts and deliberately found a reason to strip her.
But it’s hard to say about Amai. I’ve always felt that Amai is an upright, kind-hearted and somewhat shy man. If what King Zheng said is true, will the housekeeper and Gongyichu be in the same group?
Since his father was so opposed to him and Gongyichu in his previous life, has he discovered Gongyichu's true identity and what is the truth? Si Wushang was right. He was simply acting emotionally and was in a confusing situation and could not see.
Understand the essence of the matter.
But he can see the current situation clearly as a bystander. In his previous life, Gongyichu's biggest enemy was King Zheng. What he can do now is to rely on King Zheng to investigate the secrets of Gongyichu, help his father eliminate the danger, and help his father complete the task of becoming emperor.
As per the instructions given, monitor King Zheng’s movements.
Si Wushang lay on the large carved ebony bed and fell asleep, closing his eyes slightly and listening carefully to the movement in the room.
However, she could faintly hear the sound coming from Murong Yingluo's belly. Yingluo had only eaten something in the morning and had not taken any food or water until late at night.
It was okay to be hungry for a few days, but she couldn't control her stomach, and there wasn't even a cup of cold tea in the room.
Seeing Si Wushang sleeping peacefully on the couch, he occupied the entire big bed by himself. Although they were husband and wife, they were not married, and they didn't want to sleep in the same bed with him. Yingluo had already made plans to stay up all night.
Preparation for endorsement.
The room was very quiet, except for the sound of the clock ticking in the room. Time passed by silently. Yingluo was still flipping through the pages of the book. Her vision gradually became blurry, and she actually fell asleep next to the desk.
Si Wushang heard Murong Yingluo's gradually even breathing in the room. He slowly opened his eyelashes and got off the bed. He walked slowly to Yingluo and stood next to the desk, staring at Murong Yingluo who was sleeping deeply on the desk.
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A look of disappointment flashed in her eyes. This woman was not defensive at all. Should she be called naive or stupid? The sixty-third page of the classic was covered with medicine.
He stretched out his hand to hold him in his arms, ran towards the bed, carefully placed her on the bed, took off her coat, threw it casually, and landed on the screen.
Just now he lay down and slept next to her, looking at Murong Yingluo who was sleeping like a baby. If she found her sleeping on her bed early tomorrow morning, she would understand that a moment's negligence would cost a heavy price.
The mottled morning light shone into the room through the window lattice. Murong Yingluo felt that her body was imprisoned, as if something was wrong. She opened her eyes hazy, and saw a handsome face in front of her, and she suddenly sat up.
What happened? He was obviously sitting next to the desk. He hurriedly checked his clothes and found nothing strange. Fortunately, nothing happened.
"Hmph! Do you still think that this king has done something to you?" Murong Yingluo raised her eyes and saw that he was already standing in front of the couch, with a sarcastic look on his lips.
Yingluo realized that the book had been tampered with, and shouted coldly, "Si Wushang, have you tampered with the book?"
"If you are still so naive and have a stubborn temper, I think the agreement between us should be cancelled. I don't need a stupid partner."
Murong Yingluo bit her lip fiercely. She thought that if she joined forces with him, he would not plot against her. It seemed that she was really too naive. But one thing he said was right. If it were someone else, you can imagine the consequences.
Seeing that Murong Yingluo was speechless, she probably realized her mistake and stretched out her hand to pull off her shirt from the screen and threw it in front of her.
"You have not read the tome. You are not allowed to eat today. Just as you cannot memorize it in one day, your slaves will have nothing to eat."
Murong Yingluo gritted her teeth. He not only tortured himself but also tortured the people around him. It was okay for Amai to have martial arts skills, but how could that girl Zhen'er endure it?
"It's enough for you to torture me alone, don't embarrass the people around me."
"You have to remember that you are the one who harmed them. Use your brain to recognize the dangers in the world. Only when you can defeat me will you be qualified to make demands of me."
Seeing King Zheng leave the bedroom, Zhen'er dared to enter the room, "Miss, the prince has ordered that no one in our yard is allowed to eat today. Could it be that the young lady has offended the prince again?"
"Yeah!" Murong Yingluo didn't want to explain to Zhen'er. If she wanted to be relieved of the punishment, she could only do what he said, and it was not difficult to endorse her.
Just in case the classics were tampered with again, the poison should be colorless and odorless, and it would invade people's skin and put them to sleep.
"Zhen'er, go get an embroidery needle."
I don’t know what the lady wants the embroidery needle for? Seeing the lady’s annoyed expression, I didn’t ask any more questions, “Yes!”
Yingluo took a paperweight and pressed it on the pages of the album, so that she would not have to touch the pages and would not be poisoned again.
In the afternoon, the sky was blue without any clouds. The flowers and plants in the yard had lost their energy. Even though Amai went to the kitchen to get some ice, the room was still unbearably hot.
The weather is too hot and it will inevitably make people irritable. Zhen'er fanned Murong Yingluo from the side and looked at the faint sweat on her forehead, "Miss, you'd better take a break before reading. It's too hot."
"It doesn't matter, it will naturally cool down if you feel calm!"
Yingluo suddenly paused. Someone had already arrived at the door. She heard a warm voice, "It feels so calm when you feel calm."
Murong Yingluo was already attentively writing down the medical book that Si Wushang threw to him, and he had indeed seen the mystery in it, but his interest was ruined by doing so.
Seeing that he was dressed in a plain white brocade robe, not stained by dust and smoke, and holding a fine nanmu guqin in his hand, she thought he came back to the bedroom to play the qin, but she wanted to endorse it in this sultry weather.
"Your Majesty, you are so leisurely and elegant!" Murong Yingluo said sarcastically.
Si Wushang was not angry. He wanted to go to Yutai to be a concubine. Today he wanted to lure a snake out of its hole. How could he be without her?
"Follow me, I will take you to meet someone."
Murong Yingluo lowered her eyes and looked at the album and refused: "I'm sorry that I can't accompany you, I'm not free."
Si Wushang was really not worried that she would not follow him out, so he threw a baggage from behind, wearing men's clothes.
"I am going to Yutaijiao!"
Hearing this, the embroidery needle on Murong Yingluo's hand trembled suddenly, pricking her fingertip, and bright red blood overflowed.
"You want to take me to see Dieyi."
"Now that you understand, please put on your clothes and follow me."