---Huo Ran, the man on the bed suddenly opened his closed eyes---
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In the dark room
The furnishings are simple, with a dim candle burning on the table, flickering chaotically.
There is a man lying quietly on the bed. Under the dim and weak light, you can vaguely see the man's soft and elegant profile, which is half elegant and half handsome. It can be seen that this man has a good appearance.
The green smoke from the copper stove on the low table curls up, and the fragrance of tea overflows quietly.
At this time, the compartment door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in a gray shirt walked in. He had snow-white temples and sharp eyes. He carried a medicine box made of sandalwood on his back.
He pulled the door shut. It was a push-pull door with exquisite workmanship and high-quality wood.
The middle-aged man placed the medicine box on the orthopedic table, took out the slender man's hand hidden under the quilt, diagnosed his pulse with one hand, and gently twirled his silver beard with the other hand, which was quite a fairy tale.
As soon as he touched the other person's pulse, under the dim lamplight, he could still see a hint of joy flashing through the middle-aged man's sharp eyes, which was so quick and undetectable that he suddenly covered it up again.
At this time, a voice came from outside the dark room: "How?" Just two words were already full of domineering, and the magnetic tone carried the dignity that made people surrender.
The man in middle clothes said respectfully to the man outside: "The situation is still not good."
The man outside the compartment was silent for a while, then slowly said: "Haosheng takes good care of him and must keep his life."
"I understand." The middle-aged man bowed lightly.
Outside the dark room, the sound of Shen Ran's footsteps disappeared and became silent.
Seeing that the people outside had left, the middle-aged man couldn't help wiping his sweat and panting. He quickly opened the medicine box, took out the silver needle set, opened it, and administered acupuncture to the collapsed man.
"Ziyan——" Suddenly, the man on the collapsed bed called out, his voice was silky and inaudible, but these two words were like a strange force that has supported him to this day.
The middle-aged man's movement of applying the acupuncture stagnated, a complicated look flashed through his eyes, and his expression was slightly different. He suddenly leaned over, with a reserved expression, and whispered in the man's ear: "Your Majesty, all I can do is save your life.
Everything depends on your luck, don't worry, Madam, she is safe and sound, and she and the young prince are waiting for you to return at the mansion?"
Through the dim light of the lamp, you can see the handsome face of the man on the bed. Under the dim light, his pale face is as rosy as jade, his dark eyebrows are flying into his temples like swords, his nose is straight and noble, and although his narrowed eyes cannot be seen, he can't see them.
It shows that he is absolutely bright and starry-eyed, and his pale and dry thin lips tremble silently from time to time, as if unwilling to accept it. Although there is an inch-long arrow scar on his right cheek, it still cannot conceal his noble temperament.
If his body were the same, what an outstanding and charming man he would be!
However, at this time, he had to lie down on the collapse, as if he were the living dead.
Suddenly, it seemed that the middle-aged man's words had an effect. The man's eyes trembled and flickered, as if he wanted to open them, but it was in vain. All his senses could only receive information from the outside world through hearing.
This person's voice is so familiar!
However, he couldn't guess who sent it for a while.
Has he seen Zi Yan? The man asked himself in his heart, no matter how anxious he was, he still could not break through the iron chains of his body that were as stiff as lead.
Seeing his reaction like this, the middle-aged man didn't know whether he should be thankful or regretful. Now his muscles all over his body were paralyzed, his blood flow was slow, and his mental ability was so strong that his willpower was at a loss. It was simply a dream to move, let alone
woke up.
The middle-aged man sighed, what a fate for such an outstanding man to suffer like this!
Half an hour later, after the silver needle was pulled out and the man took a pill, the middle-aged man picked up the medicine box and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, I am gone, so you must take care of it. I will come back in three days. Don't worry.
As long as I'm here, I won't let the prince stay like this forever, so please be patient for a while longer."
When the sound of the compartment door being pulled and bolted gradually faded away, the dark compartment returned to dead silence again. It was so quiet that the only thing that could be heard was the man's thin breathing.
Suddenly, the man on the bed suddenly opened his closed eyes, and his frightened eyes were as innocent as stars.
His eyes turned slightly, and he was stunned by the unfamiliar things in front of him. He didn't know where he was for a moment.
This is not Prince Su's Mansion, then where is he?
Wanting to get up, Su Shajue suddenly found that his body was as heavy as a rock and so stiff that he couldn't move. No matter how hard he tried, it was all in vain.
How could this happen? Su Shajue's face suddenly turned as pale as snow. He who had always been calm and composed could not help but secretly panic at this moment. Sweat was dripping from his forehead. The man shouted anxiously: "Come here - come here -
—" His voice was as dry as silk, and no one outside would hear it.
After struggling for a long time, Su Sha Jue finally determined that there was no one guarding the outside of the dark room, and his voice had no effect at all. His heart suddenly sank, where on earth is this place?
However, what responded to him was only the dim flickering candlelight on the table and the rich aroma of tea from the copper stove.
Su Shajue finally calmed down dejectedly, why did the man say: All I can do is save your life, everything depends on your luck!
What does this sentence mean? Suddenly a thought flashed through his mind, and Su Shajue was shocked: Was he rescued or hidden?
If he was rescued, why did he put himself in such an airtight dark room?
If it was hidden, who was so bold as to hide the halberd from Prince Jin?
Many doubts came over him like a mountain, suppressing him so much that he couldn't breathe, and his temples felt like needles tingling all of a sudden.
Thinking of the man who said that Zi Yan and Xuan Han were still waiting for him to go back, Su Shajue's eyes closed in pain, and his heart felt sad. How could he go back like this?
The man's eyes opened, and his blood-red eyes revealed cruelty and hatred. Who imprisoned him here, and what was their purpose?
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Prince Su's Mansion
The moon is as silver as water, the night is long, and the autumn is quiet.
In the Yanbo Pavilion, a woman is dressed in a graceful cloud gauze that is blowing in the wind. Her body is as beautiful as a willow twig, and she is as fragile as the wind. However, her straight back has an arrogance that refuses to admit defeat.
Jun Ziyan looked at the sparkling "Yanting Lake", and his heart drifted away.
"It's windy at night, why should Miss Jun look at the lake to feel hurt? Her body has just recovered and she should go to bed early to rest." A lazy and magnetic voice sounded, even more bewitching in the cold and silent night.
Jun Ziyan was startled at first, then he looked sideways, his eyes flashed with surprise, and he replied with a faint smile: "Master Yueguan, do you always like to appear so unnoticed?" There was a look between his eyebrows.
A sense of hostility.
Hearing her sarcasm, the man in brocade stepped silently closer to Jun Ziyan, stood beside her, looked at the sparkling 'Yanting Lake', smiled lazily, and said: 'Yanting Lake in Prince Su's Mansion'
'It's so beautiful!' He chose to avoid answering her question.
"Oh, in that case, Mr. Yue, please enjoy the lake by yourself. It's late at night, and it's time for Ziyan to listen to your words and go back to your room to sleep peacefully." Jun Ziyan smiled lightly and was about to turn around and leave.
Suddenly, someone grabbed his wrist. Jun Ziyan frowned and looked coldly: "Master Yue, what else can you do?"
The man in brocade clothes looked sideways at her and smiled: "Isn't it a pity that there is a lake but no beauty?"
"Master Yue, there is no requirement to have a beautiful woman to enjoy the lake. How can such an elegant person like you be so vulgar!" Junziyan's smile did not change, and his tone was alienated.
"Young lady seems to be afraid of me?"
Pulling his wrist out, Jun Ziyan pressed his aching wrist and said with a smile: "I am always so unnoticed and invisible, as if I can pass without any hindrance. This kind of domineering attitude will scare everyone."