429 is at a loss

Deep night.

People are quiet.

Luo Wener sleeps in Liuyun Pavilion.

Tonight, Qian Yumo gave her intermittent snow cream.

"Amo, do you think this is a bottle of poison at all?"

"Don't you believe me or her?"

Slowly push the medicine away. The white paste disappeared like a snowflake in an instant, and the wound was itchy and painful, as if there were small insects drilling in it.

"Although Nangong Wan is vicious, he never uses any means to women." Qian Yumo stimulated her internal strength, which made her injury less sad.

Luo Wen'er lowered her eyes... It's because Nangong Wan didn't pay attention to any woman at all, right?

"Actually, I really don't want to use this for you," Qian Yumo lamented without fake: "I don't want you to always be in the eyes of others..."

Luo Wen'er couldn't help laughing.

If the harem is mostly women or eunuchs, Qian Yumo will not be jealous of these people, will he? If you say that in the court, most of those families are old and staring at her, they are probably angry to tear her up, right?

What on earth does Qian Yumo think?

"Lin Hai, the newly appointed minister of the Ministry of Industry, always stares at you, Qin Yuan, Song Lue... No, I'll still put down the curtain tomorrow!"

Luo Wen'er stared at him angrly.

In fact, since the formation of the cabinet and the establishment of the Hanlin Academy, if Qian Yumo has something to discuss with others, he will resolutely stop her colleagues and only report truthfully after coming back, like a microphone. Don't she know what he is thinking?

And if Qian Yumo is jealous, it is unreasonable, but any male object will fall into his poisonous tongue attack range.

He simply nated a lot, and even found out Han Yue's poisonous sores on his buttocks. I really don't understand why a country lord has nothing to study the minister's buttocks.

At the end, he suddenly raised his eyes and said seriously to her: "I found that Xiao Lunzi has always come to you recently..."

Luo Wener couldn't stand it and punched her.

He was catched by him, stroked the little finger of her left hand, and said worriedly, "Why don't you cure this, otherwise, how can I find an excuse to get close to you from time to time?"

Luo Wen'er suddenly felt that this man full of complaints and worries was so cute. In fact, what about whether she is perfect? With such a man, a man who regards her as more important than anything else, she really has nothing else to ask for.

However, Qian Yumo sighed for a while and still carefully applied the snow cream to that little finger.

For nearly two years, the unconscious little finger suddenly felt the warmth, and even unconsciously bounced slightly.

She looked at it in surprise.

Qian Yumo pressed the little finger and wrapped it tightly with gauze: "You can't touch water or act within seven days."

Place her in ** and cover the quilt: "You must have a good rest these days, and I won't serve Shang Yi..."

Why is this person always so un serious?

She wanted to make him look good, but he pressed her in the quilt with a smile and looked at her for a moment: "I'm leaving. Do you have anything to say to you?"

She also looked at him and looked into the ink jade-like eyes.

There, there is a pair of small people who are puffing their lips and tangled at themselves.

He smiled and lowered his face...

She closed her eyes naturally...

But I haven't seen him take action for a long time.

He opened his surprise and saw that he seemed to explore reality but admired himself jokingly, and nodded: "At this time, silence is better than sound. I know what Shang Yi wants to say..."

She was about to scold, but his head lowered, and his tongue deftly reached into her teeth that had not yet been closed, wrapping her little tongue and entangled.

For a while, there was an ambiguous gasp.

"Clouds..."

Qian Yumo struggled to distance himself from her and wanted to leave, but reluctantly hugged her and kissed her eardrops: "I think I really should go..."

Luo Wen'er looked at him guiltily: "Amo, I... I'm sorry."

He smiled and patted her face: "Have a good rest. I'll come to see you tomorrow."

sighed exaggeratedly: "I'm really not used to the night without Shang Yi."

Suddenly pulled away her plain soft pillow, replaced it with a new pillow cushion, and then held the soft pillow in her arms: "Let's take this as Shangyi."

Staring at the pillow, as if it were really affectionate to the beauty: "Shang Yi, go to bed."

Luo Wen'er watched him leave with infinite sadness, and her heart was indescribably soft and sweet.

Maybe there are some things that I am too stubborn. But what if you are not stubborn? She couldn't face that, and she thought he cared about it. Modern people can't let go, let alone ancient people? So...

But does it really make him suffer so hopelessly?

But if... will he still treat her like this? Without him, she suddenly didn't dare to think about what else she had.

Since when did he occupy all of her? And for him, is he all he has? If so, is she too selfish?

But... what should she do? What on earth should she do?

It's so contradictory and entangled. I don't know how long it took before I fell asleep.

I don't know if I'm asleep or not. I always feel that the five senses are sensitive to everything around me.

She felt as if someone walked into the room with light footsteps, but not inaudible.

At the beginning, she thought it was Qian Yumo, because as early as when she first entered the palace, he often sneaked into her in the middle of the night to check whether anyone had released suspicious dangerous goods. But the sound of footsteps... is light and heavy, a bit like her walking with her injured feet.

Is it Wanying?

Qian Yumo recently gave Wanying a holiday. She went to see Sanlang. Even if there is a call, she has to urge her to come back. How can she be so active?

Even if she is still in the hall, she should have slept to death at this hour. How can she be in the mood to see herself?

Is it Panyun?

Panyun has been serving her, but she rarely bothers her, and she always seems to have something on her mind, which is much more dull than before. It seems that it is because of the departure of Nianqing and some old people that have cast a shadow in her heart, but this is irreparable. And for more than a year, I have been busy with Qian Yumo to reform political affairs, and I will be detained by him at night. I don't have a chance to return to Liuyun Pavilion at all, and I have been far away from her. When she came back tonight, she just gave her a gift and went out, which made her feel very uncomfortable. She only thought that these days were idle and talked to her tomorrow. According to her current state, she couldn't wait, right?

Is it Qian Yuhong?

This guy is quiet. Since he entered the palace this time, he has never appeared in her**.

It's the same. Qian Yumo has been around all day long. If he dares to appear, won't he be punched out by the vinegar jar? He could only sneak over when Qian Yumo went to the cabinet in the daytime, but he didn't say anything else, but only pestered her beads to ask for Brother Wang.

She didn't know what kind of magical bead in Qian Yumo's hand attracted the ninth son so much. She had also mentioned the magic barrier of the ninth son to Qian Yumo. This brother, who had always taken good care of his brothers and sisters, immediately turned black, waved his sleeves and said a very modern word: "Let him stay cool!" Then he looked at her more nervously.

Tonight, she was single. However, if Qian Yuhong was really, according to his magical ability, he would have quietly appeared in ** and smiled innocently and evilly at her. How could he walk back and forth on the ground?

Are they other palace people?

What do you want to do in the middle of the night? Shouldn't...

When he was anxious and wanted to have a look, he found that he could not move at all.

Dream?!

She was a little relieved and scared.

Nightmare often produces a real illusion, otherwise, how could she hear such strange footsteps?

So hallucinations are illusions that can never become reality.

However, the terrible thing is that because of this illusion, people often can't tell what reality is, in case...

She heard the footsteps and seemed to hesitate, but finally walked to the bed.

She began to breathe deeply and tried her best to make her eyelids open.

Or, this is just her illusion, because she can only see the autumn water ripe curtains hanging down, and even if there is no wind, it occasionally swings.

But I felt that a pair of eyes were looking at her.

She couldn't see what a pair of eyes they were, and could only feel the sadness of those eyes, as if they were full of countless things on her mind.

How could she feel this way? Strange.

But this feeling is very familiar.

When she thought about it carefully, her heart suddenly became excited.

Then, she heard a faint cry, which was also sad, which rendered endless sadness for this cold night.

But there was a thin sweat on her back, sticking to her, like the lingering cry.

Although her narrow vision could only touch the falling tent, she somehow seemed to see a woman sitting at the rosewood table in the ground, with her back to her long hair hanging on the ground, and her figure was as delicate as a wisp of smoke. She even saw the thin shoulder trembling slightly with crying...

Is there really such a woman in the room?

Who is she?

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"Clouds, clouds..."

As if at the moment of hearing this familiar call, Luo Wener woke up.

"Amo..."

Qian Yumo hurriedly stopped her action: "Don't move, rest..."

She insisted on getting up, but... there was no one at the table.

"Cloud, what's wrong with you? I heard you crying..."

Is she crying? Isn't it...

But where is that woman?

There was a handkerchief gently wiping her face, and she saw that there were really tears on it.

Is it her who is crying? Did she really just have a dream? But why did she cry? Because of fear?

"Amo, do you think there will be ghosts in this palace?"

"Ghost?" Qian Yumo frowned and spread slowly: "Only when you are restless will you be suspicious..."

came up and was extremely ambiguous: "Yuncai, do you find that when I am not around, I will feel empty and at a loss?"