Chapter 4

At this moment, Yan Yi finally restrained his playful face. His eyes were like ancient wells and cold stars, and his face was cold and solemn.

"Don't be nervous. Heaven and earth know it, you know it and I know it. Out of this door, no one knows your secret."

"How do you know that?"

Jiang chenbi pointed to the pot of cloud smoke wood under the window lattice, "the soil is black, the branches and leaves are withered and yellow, and most of your medicine is fed to it? This yunyanmu is a kind of golden seed, which can not die easily. In addition, you have no fragrance on your body. You don't like spices, but you light purple Luo incense in your bedroom. It's very strong, so as to cover up the bitterness of the medicine. What I said is right? "

Yan Yi Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, "not bad."

"It's a pity that you have to hide the truth. If you pour out all the drugs, you will be suspected. So you only drink two mouthfuls, but you will still be poisoned over time." Yan Yi's body is a long way higher than Jiang chenbi, and she looks up with a smile, "so you think of a way. After taking medicine, you will go to Yanliu deep lane to force out the poison, borrow the joy of fish and water, but push the palace to those girls. Tut tut, it's true that it's no poison and no husband!"

"I can be sure now that you are not Jiang chenbi." Yan Yi put his hands on the table and leaned slightly, "where did you get Jiang chenbi? Have you killed your mouth? "

Jiang chenbi's heart turned white. What's the use of killing Jiang chenbi? Just to marry you, a black sheep in the family?

If she can choose her own host, she needs to talk nonsense here!

"Does it really matter who I am?" The owner of this body has a sweet voice like rice wine, soft and glutinous. What I don't know should be a little girl who is not familiar with the world. "I think, compared with my identity, how to detoxify you is what young master Yan should care about."

Yan Yi Mou color flickers, "depend on you?"

Jiang chenbi knew that he wanted to be aggressive, but he didn't show his timidity. He knocked on the sandalwood table and said, "give me your hand!"

The man acted according to his words. His wrist was groped up and down by a small hand of delicate porcelain white, but he ate it with one hand. He looked at his bride playfully, and a smile of unknown meaning appeared in the corner of his mouth.

He laughed, but Jiang chenbi couldn't.

From indifference to frown, gradually unbelievable.

How can...

How can!?