598 see purple smoke

At this time, he can't bring out God and scold him. But it's just imagination. Most of the time, he looks at the master's back and swallows the sourness in his throat.

Just like now, he silently followed his master. The master's figure dragged long in the sunset and spread at his feet.

The afterglow of the sunset is always warm orange, but the shadow of the master is so lonely and lonely.

He hurriedly turned his head and wiped off the tears that accidentally slipped out of the corners of his eyes.

"Actually, it won't be long..."

The autumn wind held the master's whisper and rubbed a fallen leaf across his ear.

He was stunned and hurriedly looked happy: "Yes, this day is going to pass again..."

Seeing that the master's footsteps suddenly stagnate, he immediately found that what he had just said was wrong and quickly said, "Autumn is winter. After the Spring Festival, the little master will be one year older..."

Indeed, no matter how ignorant the little master is, after all, the father and daughter are connected. I'm afraid that the master will regret that he was too impulsive today, and the result scared Doudou.

Seeing the master's footsteps stagnate again.

The master raised his head and looked at the sunset this time.

The light of the sunset is soft and soft, but it is still dazzling.

Half of the master's face is bathed in the sunset, far away and ethereal, and even his voice is dreamy: "Yes, it's going to be one year older. It's a big child..."

The master's words were right, but Hu Lun felt strange, but he couldn't figure out where the strangeness was for a moment.

And the master has gone far away, and the long figure is spread on the ground, shaking like a line.

A few dead leaves in late autumn flew obliquely, swept the master's shadow obliquely, and chased the master two steps, but they didn't know what they remembered and rolled into the grass.

Hu Lun looked at it in a daze for a while, pressed his uneasiness, and chased after the master.

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On the way, Hu Lun was in a trance until he stepped on the bluestone road to the Bichi Palace and smelled the unique fragrance of bamboo.

He hurried forward a few steps to hold Qian Yumo.

Every time he walks in the palace, the master is mostly weak. Although the thirteenth princess is determined to leave and no longer has people to monitor the master, he has to do a full set of drama, so the master has always been "weak". But today, he obviously felt the master's weakness. As soon as he came forward, the master happened to tilt, as if he had leaned all his weight on him.

He looked at his master worriedly, but when he saw that the master squeezed his lips, his face was slightly pale, and his eyes were darker, but there was no luster, as if the ink dripping in the snow, and his eyes stared ahead without falling.

I was shocked, and my hand moved to the master's pulse, and I was shocked to find that the master's pulse was light and prompting, like a fish playing in shallow water, like a spider silk in the wind.

"Master..."

"Don't talk, help me back!"

The master's voice was hoarse, full of irresistible firmness.

He had to support his master and quickly walked to Bichi Palace.

The palace people knelt down and said their peace silently.

He was in a panic, because the master's footsteps had begun to be messy.

He didn't dare to say anything. He just wanted to help his master to **, and then quickly passed on to the imperial doctor.

He didn't understand, but he just went out. He stared at it well, and the master was not injured. How could he...

Are you angry with the little master?

But Tongyan is unscrupulous, and the master will not be angry with the child no matter what, not to mention his own daughter...

Have you been out for too long to catch a cold? But...

He was upset, but he tripped when he helped the master up the steps, and the master immediately shook it.

At this moment, a call came with timidity and weakly: "Amo..."

Hu Lun tried his best to support his master, but in the eyes of outsiders, the master stopped after hearing this call.

Nie Ziyan then caught up with surprise and walked to Qian Yumo. She lowered her head slightly, but raised her eyes and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, making tears fall in the corners of her eyes, and she was pitiful.

It's just such a touching posture that every time she does something wrong, or makes the unbearable criticism of her pet nature, she will win more favors, but the people she wants to pay attention to never look at her. Because the man is closing his eyes, his long eyebrows and closed black eyelashes are like ink lines, with shocking slashes on his face.

She found that his face was very pale, with fine sweat on his forehead, his lips were slightly open, and it was even difficult to breathe.

"Amo..." Nie Ziyan was shocked and hurried to help him.

But Qianyumo's sleeves waved...

Nie Ziyan stepped back a few steps and looked at him stunned.

"Amo..."

Seeing that Qian Yumo was about to enter the door, Nie Ziyan immediately screamed behind, and picked up his skirt and took only a few steps to step up the steps and stopped Qian Yumo.

"Do you really don't want to see me?"

Hu Lun was full of anxiety, but it was not easy to make trouble. He had to say, "Mengfei, Wang's upper body is a little uncomfortable, do you think..."

"I'm here, how can you be a slave to talk!"

Before the words fell, Nie Ziyan reached out and pushed Hu Lun.

Hu Lun stood on the edge of the steps and supported the full weight of Qian Yumo. With such a push, his feet suddenly stepped on the air...

A stream of heat penetrated through the palm of the master's arm, and in an instant, it spread all over his body, making him gain strength and stand firm, and the master...

The master's face turned whiter, the sweat on his forehead slipped, and his hands covered his chest. He endured and endured, and still coughed loudly.

"Master..." Hu Lun was anxious.

But Mengfei was in front of her and didn't let them enter the door.

"What on earth do you want?" Qian Yumo barely stopped coughing, slightly opened his long eyelashes, and looked at Nie Ziyan.

"Amo..." Nie Ziyan suddenly showed a pitiful look again, and even the half of the silver mask shone with a thrilling luster.

However, Qian Yumo closed his eyes tiredly: "Come on, the dream concubine left the palace without permission during the ban. Why don't you invite her back?"

The palace people immediately gathered around.

Nie Ziyan's face immediately changed: "Who dares to move this palace?"

Everyone stopped, looked at each other and looked at Qian Yumo.

About the reason why Mengfei was banned, the palace was deeply taboo. Everyone only knew that a favorite concubine who had been dead for ten years was resurrised overnight, so Luo Shangyi fell out of favor and was expelled from the palace.

The glory of the dream concubine is unparaveal, and her status in the palace is very important. When Wang Shang was seriously ill, even Shufei, who was favored at the beginning, could not enter the Bichi Palace, but Mengfei was able to serve her. Therefore, although she was banned for no reason, the hundred-legged insects died without stiffness. In case they regained their favor, will they still have a way to live if they offend the dream concubine?

Seeing that everyone was stunned, Qian Yumo tightened his eyebrows and smiled coldly: "I don't know that this Bichi Palace is no longer a lonely world. Xiao Lunzi, go to the Criminal Division..."

Anyone who goes to Xuanshen Criminal Division is a palace man who has committed a heinous crime, and once he enters the Shenxing Division, he will never be the first day.

Nie Ziyan looked at him in disbelief: "Amo..."

Qian Yumo closed his eyes and didn't look at her.

Her face changed several times, like a stormy sky, and finally her face turned grim: "Okay, go and call the Criminal Division. However, it doesn't seem to be enough. You should go to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, go to the Sixth Bureau, and go to Fengchi Palace... Oh, don't forget to tell the thirteen princess again..."

She paused, as if to deliberately remind people's attention, and then said lightly, "Just say that Wang Shang is not sick at all. He has been lingering in the bed for so many years, but he just doesn't want to have sex with her..."

Qian Yumo opened his eyes and stared at her.

To such a look, Nie Ziyan smiled, but there was desolation and cruelty in her smile.