In the inner room, there are many embroidered tents.
The couple lay with their necks crossed, and the Marquis of Nankang sighed to his wife, "Xiao Wan has resentment towards me, and there is something fishy about Jin Tian's illness. I didn't expect them to stay long."
As he spoke, anger flashed in his eyes. Lou Shuluan was secretly shocked and guessed that he had planned to get rid of the two of them?
Not to mention Cao Xiwan, he arranged a battle between Su Jintian and Yang Pingcui, in fact, to compete for the position of Qianhu of Chengtian Gate. Early in the morning, he secretly made countless plans with the palace high-ranking officials and the old ministers of the Ministry of War, but Su Jintian refused to accept his plan.
It's obviously pretending to be sick.
"It's all for me..." Lou Shuluan murmured softly, leaning on her husband's chest. She didn't know that she herself was also suspected by her husband.
If she doesn't explain, why is it that the noble family neglects the wife and prefers the concubine?
If a wife who is seriously ill and out of favor dies quietly in the inner courtyard, her family may not be able to find out what is wrong with her. Fortunately, she knows how to protect herself.
What's more, she looked up at Song Chengming. She loved this man deeply, who was from a common family, but had great ambitions and was decisive in killing. She, Lou Shuluan, was by no means an ordinary woman.
She stood up slightly, lay beside him, and pointed outside the tent with her delicate fingers: "If you have a decision in your heart, how about I give the Buddha statue to Xiaowan? I have never touched the secret book or the elixir inside."
The Marquis of Nankang was overjoyed: "Are you willing to do this?"
"It's just to win her over. I'll comfort her for a while, but in the end it falls into my hands." She smiled, "Why should I be reluctant to part with it? What's mine is the Marquis's."
"Shu Luan..."
He hugged his wife and pondered undecided. She was happy in her heart. She was indeed shaken.
She sneered secretly in her sleep. Didn't she take action against Cao Xiwan? It's just that no one knew about it. She had entrusted someone to her.
Fight with a hundred swords.
It's a pity that this man was useless, and his throat was cut off by Cao Xiwan with a sword in the battle of the underground river, and his body was abandoned in the street.
Cao Xiwan heard the news about Su Jintian's illness from Xiao Qiao.
Wearing a black flying fish, Xiao Qiao's sapphire blue flying fish suit seemed like a touch of spring light in winter. He ran into her shop, found Lady Cao on the counter, and told her about this.
She immediately cursed: "I didn't let him pretend to be sick! This would make me lose money!"
"My senior brother told me how to divide the money in the gambling game."
"...How dare he pretend not to know that he owes me money?" She was furious.
Xiao Qiao hurriedly advised: "You can make so much money from such a sideline business. So why worry about it?"
"I am a serious person and only do serious business!" She became even more angry.
"..." Xiao Qiao opened his mouth and looked at her. Mrs. Sun next to her was a little embarrassed.
But she glanced at Xiao Qiao. This child was green, handsome, and soft-spoken. Madam Cao liked this?
Mrs. Cao plausibly told Xiao Qiao that the bets she made were all serious business. Either she was betting on whether she would be successful in practicing magic in seclusion, or she was betting on who would win or lose between Su Jintian and Yang Zhuangtou. She was both a party to it, so she bet on herself.
Why is this a partial business? This is obviously a serious business.
"You go back and tell him that he owes me money. He has to work for me and let me make money! I am him and he is me. What difference does he and I have between us?"
"..." Xiao Qiao actually felt that he could not refute.
He looked at Qing Niangzi. The senior brother suddenly became ill. Of course it was because of what Qing Niangzi said?
But the senior brother is so afraid, could it be that Lady Qing has recovered?
"Miss Qing, what news?" He smiled, "I also bet on you."
She glared at him and sighed: "It's a little better. After all, I have been studying medicine recently, so I can treat it myself. It's not a problem."
"..."Xiao Qiao is angry. Can you stop bragging? Don't you scold your own father every day for bragging to save face?
"I'm telling the truth." She said solemnly.
"...I originally thought that Mrs. Qing treats me differently. I was wrong." Xiao Qiao turned around and left. She rolled her eyes: "Don't rely on me if you lose!"
Cao Xiwan felt that business was difficult to do.
Not only is Su Jintian as cowardly as a mouse, but she insists on reporting illness whenever she threatens her, which makes her gambling business unstable.
Even the weather is like this.
Looking at the clear sky, it seems that spring has arrived early.
The red spring plum blossoms in Beicheng have not yet withered, and the pear blossoms and apricot trees on the banks of the Nancheng River occasionally have layers of green leaves. Spring in Jinling arrives in a blink of an eye.
One day, she checked her pulse as a routine, but found nothing. She looked for her father in the Hou Mansion and checked her pulse behind his back. Her father thought deeply: Xiaowan, are you pregnant?
She thought that it was her fault for trusting her biological father. However, the Marquis left early in the morning and came back late every day, walking on the clouds. Hearing that he was accompanying him in the palace, she ran to Wang Laodang's house several times and found out that there was a road between the palace walls.
The corpse of the old prisoner here was the result of a strife in the palace.
She was finally relieved.
Unexpectedly, we encountered hail.
In the cold spring season, black clouds covered the city, and the sky turned dark in an instant. Even holding the stove felt cold to the bone. Finally, when the hailstorm stopped, Liu Ruhai came out of Huang Laodang's house, and the house sent a car to see him off.
When he got in the car, he looked up and saw the snowflakes falling again.
The carriage was shaking, and the Qibao lantern hanging from the ceiling was flickering. He drove back to the Hou Mansion in the heavy snow. The carriage arrived at Shunyi.
At the entrance of the street, the driver suddenly said: "Mr. Liu? Do you recognize him?"
He lifted the corner of the curtain and saw a woman waving under the eaves of the street in the city's snow, fog, frost and smoke, her head shrunken and frozen.
He was shocked and quickly stopped the car.
"Xiwan."
She would actually be willing to give him a ride?
Cao Xiwan had a bag smashed on his head. He was as cold as a quail. She held his hand and got in. But as soon as he touched her arm, he suddenly realized something was wrong. The muscles were all hard.
He hugged her tightly and said, "What's the matter? Your arms are stiff?"
She finally managed to catch her breath. The interior of this simple Qingwaizi car was extremely luxurious and extremely warm. The walls of the car were covered with thick brocade with complicated patterns, and the carpet was made of several layers of smooth black fox back fur. The heater was filled with medicinal fragrance.
face,
He realized that when she stood under the eaves and raised her hand, she was not actually beckoning him to stop, but that she was frozen on the street?
Her donkey finally moved and followed the carriage.
"It's... too cold, it... it's carrying me and I don't want to move."
There was a sound of wheels and broken jade rustled on the roof of the car. She could not speak clearly. She reluctantly wanted to turn her body so that he could see her eyes clearly. But Liu Ruhai didn't notice it yet.
Liu Ruhai first looked at the bump on her forehead, and then lifted her jugular. Sensing her anxiety, he raised his hand and turned her face to look at her. Under the Qibao light, he carefully distinguished that she was not afraid.
It was cold, her eyes were anxious, and she really couldn't speak.
Fortunately, she remained calm and spoke word by word: "I... just came out of home. Suddenly... my hands and feet became stiff. I can't... move. I can't move my hands and legs. Please help me... look."
look."
She stopped Liu Ruhai not just to get into the car to avoid the snow.
"Can't walk?" Liu Ruhai changed color, knowing that this was a symptom of taking corpse poison grass.
He didn't even listen to the advice.
"Stop the car. Pull over." He asked her to sit down, first opened the medical box and took out the silver needle.
Thick leather curtains blocked the cold wind. He injected needles like flying needles into her face, four needles into her face, and four needles into each of her hands and feet. She was told to sit still and not move.
The car started moving again. The needles were applied to her face, and she felt that the numbness and numbness of her tongue had temporarily stopped.
There is help.
The bump on her forehead was a trivial matter, but before Liu Ruhai warned her, because she was extremely vigilant, she had stopped taking Chen Ming's imitation longevity pill - Fushou Dan. It has been more than ten days now.
She even knew that Su Jintian secretly seemed to suspect that she was gradually recovering and had been hesitant to walk with her. She just acted as if nothing had happened when he took action. She was too familiar with Su Jintian and knew that he was not sure that he would not
Really take action.
Unless she is killed in one blow.
Today, when she heard what Liu Ruhai said, she thought she was lucky. Did eating corpse poisonous grass actually have such consequences?
Tomb Turn Back, Corpse Poison Grass, this eerie name, this medicine actually made her hands and feet numb and stiff, making her unable to walk.