The man was wearing a blue gown, with a tall and straight figure, like a pine and a bamboo. A pair of dark eyes, with a good temperament, is the typical gentleman like jade, as if the person who did those stupid things just now is not him.
"It's my fault to offend the girl."
When he said this, he looked apologetic.
Fu Yue: "..."
If it weren't for the tingling sensation left on the lips.
She really wants to believe this man's evil!
Looking at the two corpses lying on the ground, Fu Yue frowned. She took a closer look, only to find that a very thin and long silver needle had been pierced into the necks of the two of them, which presumably was poisonous.
Fu Yue glanced sideways at the person standing beside her, and said in a flat tone, "Mister is really a weird person, even the mourning hall has traps."
Sheng Yun smiled lightly: "Miss praise."
Fu Yue: "..."
Not wanting to talk to this person anymore, she turned around and was about to leave, but she felt dizzy as soon as she took a step.
Top-heavy, feeling powerless.
A cold hand touched her forehead, and a man's pleasant voice came.
"You have a fever."
Fu Yue pursed her lips.
That's right, this body had already escaped for most of the night before she passed through it, and the dew was heavy in the middle of the night, and her physical strength had long been exhausted.
She turned to look at Sheng Yun, who still looked like a gentle gentleman.
"Girl, offended."
After the words were finished, the man bent down, wrapped his arms around her waist, put his other hand on her ankle, and hugged her firmly.
Darkness came.
She passed out.
There is always that faint fragrance lingering on the tip of the nose, which is a bit inexplicably familiar.
…
Fu Yue had a dream.
A bizarre dream.
In complete darkness, a pleasant male voice sounded in her ears, moving from far and near, hiding an indescribable sadness.
"If you do it all over again, will Yue'er still choose him?"
"Yue'er thinks I'm going to die..."
"Then I really went."
…
Fu Yue's brain hurts to death.
The voice kept whispering in her ear.
What is not dead.
Annoyed to death, brain pain, Fu Yue cursed "Get lost".
The other party really quieted down.
He stared at her dimly.
When Fu Yue finally woke up in a daze, she opened her eyes, with a burning pain in her throat, her head was heavy, and she felt dizzy one after another when she moved casually.
She felt the scorching heat in the breath she exhaled.
Sure enough, I had a fever.
At this time, a hand stretched out from the side to support her steadily.
Fu Yue turned her head, and met a pair of clear and narrow eyes without any surprise, the man's eyes were full of concern.
"Are you awake, drink the medicine."
As she spoke, a bowl of black soup was brought to her lips.
Fu Yue stared at the bowl of bitter medicine, narrowing her eyes slightly.
Her intuition told her that this was not a good person.
She can't drink his medicine casually.
Thinking of this, Fu Yue shrank back, pursed her lips tightly, and looked at Sheng Yun with undisguised defense and resistance.
The other party was not annoyed at all, just smiled softly again, put down the bowl of medicine, touched her forehead with the back of his hand, and said softly, "Are you confused? Why are you looking at me and not talking?"
He handed the medicine in front of Fu Yue again.
Fu Yue looked at him.
The man looked back tenderly.
"Why, are you afraid that I will be poisoned?"
Fu Yue: "..."
Now that you know it, you still say it openly.