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Song Yunqian frowned. He still did not ask, and then Zhuge Ming said: "Imperial Concubine Rou, can I ask you a question?"

Yang Luofan looked at Zhuge Ming and laughed sarcastically: "Brother Zhuge, this title of Imperial Concubine Rou makes my heart ache!"

The two of them had some sort of youthful friendship, and they had always been siblings. But today, with just the word Imperial Concubine Rou, he had completely overturned the friendship between them. How could she not feel uncomfortable?

Zhuge Ming was startled, and then let out a long sigh, "Little Sister Luo Fan, since you know about it now, why did it have to happen like that? I tried to persuade you. "

Yang Luofan looked up at him, his eyes brimming with light. "If Big Brother Zhuge has something to ask, then ask. Since things have come to this point, I have nothing to hide."

Zhuge Ming said: "Before the pastries were poisoned, Wen Yi was already poisoned. Then where did you poison him before?"

Yang Luofan laughed, "It is extremely easy for someone with intentions to harm someone. I have gone to the Zhi Yi Lu before, Xiao Qing said that she also liked to drink rose tea, so I sent some to Xiao Qing, but only gave her a portion of it for two days each time, after drinking it, I will send it over. That day, she entered the palace and didn't return for a long time. I realized that she might have been discovered, so I was cautious. In order to clear my mind of any suspicions, I sent some non-toxic scented tea the next day. But I've already been down for so many days, how could I be willing to let her go? Later on, I found out that every time she went to Ke Er's house, she would always eat the snacks Ke Er had ordered people to prepare, so I controlled the authority of the house to place poison in the sugar bricks. That way, even if the pastries were found to be poisonous, everyone would think that it was Ke Er who poisoned them, and wouldn't suspect me. I can't believe you guys actually went to check on the ingredients for the pastries, and even went from the sugar brick all the way to my head. I don't want to defend myself anymore, if the king wants to kill me, I'm already tired of living! "

Ke Er said angrily: "Such a vicious heart, you actually wanted to blame me. Senior Brother did not believe me at that time, and almost caused me to commit suicide. You want to poison me like this? " Ke Er's voice became sharp, as though all the grudges that had been accumulating in his heart were exploding out, interrogating her, as though Yang Luofan had already poisoned her several times.

Yang Luofan looked at her, and did not speak for a long time. The two of them stared at each other, filled with resentment that no one could understand.

In the end, Yang Luofan lowered his eyebrows and said, "I have no intention to harm you!"

"Just because you said 'unintentional', doesn't matter? You almost killed me! " Ke Er clenched her fists, anger burning in her eyes.

Yang Luofan smiled lightly, looked at her with ridicule and said, "But right now, you are still standing here unharmed."

"Just because I'm lucky doesn't mean that you're innocent!" Ke Er said coldly.

Zhuge Ming looked at the two of them, his heart feeling a little weird, but he could not say anything strange, it was true that Ke Er had almost used all his might to prove his innocence, and almost lost his life. After all, Luo Fan had not been aiming at her from the beginning.

Although she did not understand the human heart, but her observation skills were sharp, her intuition told her that the grudge between Ke Er and him was not something that could be resolved in one or two days.

On the other hand, Song Yunqian trusted Ke Er wholeheartedly, so there was no doubt about it. However, when he saw the two people fighting each other, he felt annoyed and said angrily: "Alright, this king will take care of this matter. Since Imperial Concubine Rou likes the Moran Pavilion so much, you can stay in the Moran Pavilion for the rest of your life.

In other words, he would be grounded for the rest of his life.

Yang Luofan laughed, "Your highness, you won't kill me? I originally thought that the person who hurt your heart would not pity you at all and kill me.

Seeing that she was intentionally provoking Song Yunqian, Zhuge Ming realized that she was already prepared to die, and immediately said: "Little Sister Luo Fan, isn't killing you easy? "Humility is only due to your parents. They have already lost a daughter, and now you are the only one left. As the son of a human, you still have yet to be filial!" The reason he said that, was to warn Luo Fan, even if it was for his parents, do not cut off your own life.

Hearing this, Luo Fan's pale face finally flushed a little. He stared at Zhuge Ming in a daze, and the tears that he had been trying so hard to hold in finally slipped away quietly.

Wen Yi did not dare to look straight at her, and only lowered her head to look at her hand. The bandage had traces of blood dripping out, she actually felt a bit of pain from the wound, she knew, every time her heart ached, there would be pain. Her heartache towards Yang Luofan was real heartache. She thought that it was probably because she had Yang Luoyi's memories in her head that she still remembered her youth's friendship with Yang Luofan.

Also, Yang Luoyi's parents, who she had never seen before, now clearly appeared in her mind. She whispered, "Humble …"

Song Yunqian turned his head to look at her, "If you are willing to plead on her behalf, I will kill her."

Yang Luofan's body trembled slightly as he stared at Song Yunqian. He stood up straight, as if she had used up all of her strength, causing his breathing to become a little hurried. She did not say anything, but only slowly turned around and entered the inner room.

As if she had felt it all with her own body, Wen Yi's tears also gushed out at that moment. She knew that Yang Luoyi would definitely resent her for not protecting his sister properly.

She also gently turned around, wanting to leave. However, Song Yunqian pulled her back and said seriously and calmly, "You may feel that this duke is ruthless, but this duke is only loyal to my feelings. She hurt you as if she had stabbed This King in the heart. You should not have pitied her.

Wen Yi quietly looked at him, her voice did not have a single ripple, "But, you should also be very clear about where her crimes came from!"

Song Yunqian sneered, "Do you feel guilty? Feeling sad? Back then, if she had not said that you had hurt yourself in front of this king, how could this king be so heartless and heartless towards you? Where did you put Ben Wang when you cared about your feelings for her sister? "Could it be …"

"Humph!" Zhuge Ming anxiously tried to stop him, "What are you talking about? The princess then was an imperial concubine and the current Wen Yi is Wen Yi. She is not the same person.

There were still many people in the In the courtyard, especially when Ke Er was still there. After his observation a moment ago, he had already discovered that Ke Er was not as simple as she appeared on the surface.

Song Yunqian was anxious just now, but now that Zhuge Ming had reminded him, he said coldly: "No matter what, she is already unforgivable!"

Wen Yi's face froze, and said: "I want to calm down, please don't follow me!"

With that, she left the Moran Pavilion.

She felt an indescribable pain in her heart as she walked down the street. She wanted to get rid of this pain, but it felt like it was born in her blood. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get rid of it.

She entered a tavern and sat down at a table near the window, watching the people on the street walk by.

A luxurious palanquin passed by. She had seen this palanquin before, it belonged to the Prince Zhenyuan. She remembered the painful expression on Prince Zhenyuan's face when she was having a difficult time in Princess Zhenyuan. She had always been envious of that kind of love, and felt that if there was someone who treasured her so much in this life, it would not be a wasted trip.

"Can you build a stage, Beauty?" A pleasant voice pulled her mind back to her thoughts. She raised her head and saw a man in green clothes looking at her with a smile that was not a smile. His skin was slightly dark, and his features were handsome.

She looked around. "There are tables elsewhere."

"First, there are no beauties accompanying you in other places. Second, there are no seats near the window, you're the only one here. Moreover, I believe that beauties are very anxious right now and need someone to explain it to them."

Wen Yi looked at him, stared for a long while, then said: "Okay!"

The man laughed, like a bright and beautiful sunlight, it instantly entered Wen Yi's heart. Wen Yi's mood inexplicably became better.

"Give me a pot of Burning Knife!" The man called the waiter and instructed.

Wen Yi frowned, "Burning Knife?"

The man looked at her. "It's good to burn knives, hard, and cheap!"

Wen Yi laughed: "Looking at your clothes, you don't seem like a person who would care about money."

"How can you tell from the outside?" Although I do not lack money, I do not waste it either. Beautiful, what do you want to drink? I'll treat you! " On one hand, he said that he did not want to waste silver, and now, he even said that he would treat Wen Yi to wine.

Wen Yi said: "I will drink the Burning Knife."

"You?" The man cast a sidelong glance at her and said, "Blazing knives are usually drunk by northerners. You're a little girl, it's better to drink the osmanthus wine."

Wen Yi said: "Fine, it doesn't matter, you're treating anyway!"

The man frowned, "Why do you have no opinions? Since you want to drink a burning knife, then drink a burning knife. How can you change it to osmanthus wine just because of my words? "You don't insist on being a person."

"There is an essential difference between blind persistence and good stubbornness. If you must persevere in everything, isn't it tiring to be a person? It's still possible to compromise on the appropriateness of the situation. " Wen Yi said.

"I don't agree. Since it is a decision, we must persevere to the end. Whether it is right or wrong, this way our next life will not be in vain!" The man had a smile on his face, but his tone was serious.

Wen Yi laughed and did not speak anymore. Her life, did it need other people's approval? It was enough for him to agree.

The burning knife and the osmanthus wine were all brought over, but Wen Yi placed the burning knife in front of him and pushed the osmanthus wine to the man.

The man frowned. "You don't know the words?" "It says' osmanthus wine '!" He held up the wine jug in front of him and shouted to Wen Yi.

Wen Yi picked up the burning knife, poured a cup of wine into her own cup, raised her head and looked at him, saying: "I think, you are suitable to drink the osmanthus wine."

The man suddenly became a little angry, "Bullsh * t. I know what wine I'm suited for."

"If you knew, you wouldn't insist on drinking a burning knife." Wen Yi held onto the burning knife, as though he was going to snatch it away.

The man actually actually extended his hand out to snatch it away. Wen Yi placed the wine jug on the back of his hand and warned: "Old Nine, stop messing around!"

The man called Ol 'Nine suddenly became discouraged. "Can't we just do it once?"

"Do you want to die?" She stared at the black gas between his eyebrows. "You must have taken advantage of my absence to drink alcohol secretly, which, as I said, will speed up the circulation of the poison in your body. Also, what are you doing in the capital if you don't want to stay in the Cantonese? "If that person were to know about this, I'm afraid that he would most likely want to kill you."

"It's so boring without your Cantonese. This king has come to find you on purpose!" The person in front of him was the Ninth Prince, who was also the youngest royal brother of the current emperor. He claimed to be the last living being, because all his royal brothers and sisters, with the exception of the one who lived in the temple, had died. And he, was also poisoned, and was a border sealing Cantonese.