Chapter 22

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Chapter 22

    When Shen Ci woke up, she felt like she was in a different world.

    That kind of scene seemed to stay in her original world, alone, and woke up alone.

    "Awake?" The

    man's low and lazy voice came from above his head. Shen Ci noticed that his hand had been on her back and patted gently, and her eyes were a little sore for a moment.

    "Zhao Sui?" When she opened her mouth, Shen Ci felt that her voice was a little choked up.

    "Well, what's wrong?" The man felt a little distressed, and rubbed his head sideways against her small ears that were exposed outside.

    Shen Ci hid, and drilled into Zhao Sui's arms: "If I wasn't the person you were looking for, would you still be so nice to me?"

    She understood that she was just a fragrant soul, not even a real person. No one is there.

    Or in this illusory world, everything may be non-existent, but she still thinks in a whimsical way, if she is really the person in Zhao Sui's heart, that's fine.

    After all, this feeling of being held in the palm of the hand and caring for it is really nostalgic.

    Zhao Sui smiled and kissed her hair reverently: "How can it be, the person I'm looking for is my Ruan Ruan, not Shen Si."

    He knew her worries, and now Zhao Sui is very concerned about Shen Ci . In a word, it's just the high-ranking King of Jingnan. Maybe she's a little hard to accept that all this is unreal.

    "Do you feel bored?" He suddenly remembered what Xiyue said today, and asked, "How about I take you out to see the lanterns in Kyoto tomorrow?"

    Shen Ci was still a little discouraged, but after hearing him say going out to play, he came. Some spirits: "Okay, okay, can I go out to buy something delicious?" The

    candles flickered in the night, and the girl's sleepy eyes were hard to hide, but Zhao Sui looked a little crazy.

    Gently scraping the tip of her small nose: "Well, you can eat whatever you want."

    Zhao Sui pressed her forehead against her, and smiled warmly: "Your husband has money."

    Compared to the man's cheeky flirtation, Shen Ci gradually felt that her sentimentality was a bit redundant.

    Now that the love ending for the villain Zhao Sui in the book has ended, I can only follow the plot.

    Thinking about it that way, it doesn't feel so sad.

    She smiled and said in a sweet voice, "Thank you, my lord." The

    night wind was bleak, and the people in the medicine room seemed a little deserted.

    Xiyue still had some lamps in her room. After bathing, she had blue silk on one side of her shoulders, and the lamps flickered, and she could see a lot of charming gestures.

    She twirled her plain hands and picked up the white handkerchief on the table, with a strange smile on her lips.

    There is a carved incense burner at hand, and the people surrounded by fine smoke are blurred, but the fresh and elegant tea mulberry flower smell is more and more intense.

    Xiyue held the handkerchief and shook it at the incense burner, and when she spread out the embroidered handkerchief and looked at it, the bloodstains on the handkerchief were already bright red.

    She smiled, knowing it in her heart.

    Sure enough, Shen Ci was really poisoned by this beauty's intoxication, and she didn't know who she had offended, and she was actually poisoned with such a vicious and secretive poison.

    Beauty is drunk, as the name suggests, this poison is colorless and odorless, and only depends on the fragrance of flowers.

    And this poison is only effective for women. If it is poisonous, it means having sex with a man. This is drug addiction.

    Addiction breaks out, and within three days, Daluo Immortal is alive, and people will also die.

    She had only guessed at the previous pulse diagnosis, but now that the poison has penetrated into the bone marrow, and Shen Ci's disease is terminally ill, she can't detect any symptoms.

    Xiyue was dressing in front of the bronze mirror with a wanton smile.

    Since Zhao Sui was reluctant to touch his beloved baby, she might as well be a good friend and give her a ride.

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