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"Master, this move is so smart! Now, she has no time to think about those sad things, just thinking about how to make money. Only in this way, she will definitely hate her master. Alas, master, it's so noble of you to bear all your complaints in order to make her happy..."

Hu Lun, who had been guarding the door, followed him as soon as he saw Qian Yumo coming out, and kept patting his horse all the way.

However, the man in front of him suddenly shook his sleeves and flew out of it, hitting him.

He jumped away, but saw that it was a red pebble the size of a baby's fist, which brushed his feet and rolled into the trees.

And Qian Yumo never returned, and his footsteps were getting faster and faster. The corners of his robe and hair flew up, but he never meant to stop.

Hu Lun said as he ran, and soon sweated all over and was about to breathe.

I don't know how many courtyards I passed, and finally entered a very remote room.

Qian Yumo stood at the table with his back to the door.

At this moment, the robe and long hair are still, but it seems to be cold from the inside out, which is a silent shock.

Hu Lun was silent, stattering at the door for a long time, and walked into the door.

However, as soon as he stepped forward, he saw Qian Yumo wave his open sleeves down.

The huge sandalwood square table collapsed into a pile of wood.

"Master..."

Hu Lun shouted in pain and fell to the ground.

He already knew that when Luo Wener woke up, it was time for his master to settle accounts.

"Why do you hide such a big thing from loneliness?"

If it hadn't been Hu Lun's deception, how could he have played tricks on her and taken her to danger and suffered so much humiliation that...

Hu Lun carefully looked at the back and muttered, "Actually, I was not very sure at that time..."

Qian Yumo suddenly turned around and his eyes were like electricity: "Hu Lun, you have learned from Qin Shu, and you really don't know much about medical skills?"

Hu Lun leaned on the ground to sieve the chaf, and the hot sweat all the way had already turned into cold air to wet his back. He looked at the ice silkworm soft boots, bit his teeth, and suddenly said, "Yes, the little one has already diagnosed that she is pregnant in the heavenly prison, but..."

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the person who looked at him angrily. His eyes were firm as if he were dying.

"The king has no children, but the general... Now there is no end, and even the public opinion of the whole world is not conducive to the king. The little one doesn't want to see the king suffer from the enemy and is in a dilemma..."

Qian Yumo smiled coldly: "When will it be your turn as an outsider to intervene in the affairs of our Qianyu family?"

"The little one was rescued by the king ten years ago and dared not be ungrateful until his death."

"Is this your reward? That's just an unformed child. I don't know why men and women..."

"The king also knows that 'I don't know men and women', in case..."

"Don't bother!"

"The small is the master's slave, and the master's business is the slave!"

"You always like to make opinions and arbitrarily think about other people's thoughts. It's okay on weekdays, but do you know that you almost killed her this time!"

"Does Wang Shang care about the shapeless child or... Miss Luo?"

Seeing Qianyu's ink eyes flashed slightly, Hu Lun couldn't help sighing secretly: "Small like this is equivalent to saving Miss Luo..."

"Are you exonet yourself? You know, what you murdered is the blood of the Wang family!"

Hu Lun shook his head: "King, there are some things that can be hidden for a while and can't be avoided for a lifetime. Miss Luo, pregnant with the flesh and blood of the general, will be known sooner or later. With the power of the Shang family, then..."

Qian Yumo waved his sleeve and turned his back: "I won't let her be fine!"

"Did the king forget the dream concubine?"

No need to raise his eyes, he also knew that Qian Yumo's broad shoulders shook. Hu Lun could even imagine that the master must have closed his eyes and frowned deeply.

"There is always something that is pervasive..." His heart was sad, but he had to continue: "If there is a loss, there must be a gain. The little one doesn't think that Miss Luo is in great trouble this time. If she really reunites with the general in the future, is she afraid that she will have no children? And if there is no fate... taking a child is not only a drag, but also a danger. The king is the king of a country. How can she be her bodyguard and stay by her side every day? And now... Fortunately, the master's wit makes her think that she is just seriously ill and avoids a sadness..."

"So, should I reward you alone?"

"The little one dares not. The small ones are only dedicated to the king. The rest of the people and the rest of the things are unbearable for the small ones.

"You are loyal!" Qian Yumo sneered.

"The little one has nothing but loyalty."

Looking at Hu Lun's well-deserved appearance, Qian Yumo suddenly wanted to roll him out.

However, according to the current situation, Luo Wener is indeed difficult to protect herself, if she takes her children again...

It's just that it's her flesh and blood after all. Can he hide it for a while?

Thinking of her lonely look, thinking of her soft call... Mr. Mo, thinking of her last request...

The hand unconsciously grasped the fan tightly.

Hu Lun has a panoramic view of everything and sighed secretly... Wang, after all, he still can't get through this.

However, is it because of that similar face, or...

"Hu Lun, remember this time! But I want to warn you... Be careful of your cleverness!"

"Yes, the small one obeys the order."

Hu Lun quickly accepted his thoughts and worshipped deeply.

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The night is dark, the moon is bright, the branches on the ground are oblique, and the sound of insects is fine.

There has always been a figure in the Purple Garden, which has always been rare in the palace.

He seemed to be walking leisurely and thoughtful, but finally walked to the high rattan shelf in the garden.

The string of purple flowers has long withered, but the branches and leaves are still lush, flowing down in the night light, like a black waterfall lit by the moonlight, and this figure's purple robe seems to be a scene of wisteria at the end of summer.

He stopped in front of the waterfall and walked slowly along it.

For a long time, I stopped and gently rubbed a leaf with my long finger, as if to say to myself, "Ziyan, I met a person who looks like you..."

The tone stagnated, smiled, sighed again, held his hand, looked up at the clear moon in the sky, and still seemed to be talking to himself: "But how can she be like you..."

The tone is quiet, and it floats quietly in the wind.

The wind passes, and the branches and leaves are swayed.