The old man didn't even say hello to Jun Moyi, but sat down at the table by himself. He even raised his hand to pour himself a cup of tea, looking more comfortable than at home.

And no one around Jun Moyi thought there was anything wrong.

Sang Liwan blinked curiously and stared at the old man back and forth for several rounds, just wanting to know what kind of magical powers this old man had.

She had never seen Jun Moyi being so well-behaved to anyone before.

Of course she was very interested in the animal tamer with magical powers.

The old man didn't say anything, and Jun Moyi didn't say anything either, until he saw the old man finished two cups of tea and sat there calmly, with no intention of speaking at all.

This time, Jun Moyi couldn't help it.

“Master…”

“Master!”

Before Jun Moyi could finish his words, he heard Sang Liwan exclaim.

Now, everyone in the room was looking at her.

She finally realized what she had done and coughed lightly: "Ahem, nothing, I just felt a little curious."

At the same time, he was making urgent calculations in his mind.

[How come I didn't know Jun Moyi had a master? ]

[Tsk, I'm not the one who knows him best.]

Jun Moyi: ...

I don't know where this girl gets her confidence from.

The old man ignored Jun Moyi and just stared at Sang Liwan for a long time. Then he turned to look at Jun Moyi and said, "You called me here so anxiously, just for this girl, right?"

Jun Moyi said: "Master, Wanwan is my wife."

Hearing this, the old man sneered: "I know she is your wife. If she wasn't the wife you recognized, you wouldn't have sent someone to call me over."

"Ahem." Jun Moyi didn't expect that the old man would reveal his past with just a few words.

He quickly interrupted the old man and looked up at Sang Liwan.

As a result, Sang Liwan was seen staring at the old man blankly, not knowing what he was thinking, and no sound came out of his heart.

I don't know if she heard what I just said.

After realizing what he was thinking, Jun Moyi felt the tips of his ears begin to heat up. He couldn't help but curl up the fingers on his knees and said stubbornly, "Master, it's not what you think."

"Tsk, you think I will believe your nonsense."

Jun Moyi was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Sang Liwan and said, "Wanwan, this is my master, Shang Zhou."

"Shang Zhou?"

[Sounds like a reclusive master.]

Hearing this, Jun Moyi suddenly felt extremely proud.

As expected of his princess, she is truly extremely intelligent.

Shang Zhou looked at the eye contact between the two and shook his head secretly. It was obvious that the man had feelings for the woman, but they were hiding it. No one knew what they were up to.

As expected, as I get older, I can’t understand young people’s things.

However, he cared about his disciple Jun Moyi in his heart, so he also paid a little more attention to Sang Liwan.

Just looking at it is incredible.

Shang Zhou put away his previous expression, frowned, and no longer had the desire to continue joking with Jun Moyi.

"There seems to be something wrong with you, little princess."

In an instant, Sang Liwan was shocked. She didn't expect that what she just said casually would come true.

Am I really going to be terminally ill?

Jun Moyi's heart tightened, and his fingers, which were originally twisting the Buddhist beads, clenched instantly.

He opened his mouth and felt that even his voice had changed a little. "Master, what happened?"

Shang Zhou did not respond to his words, but just casually pulled Sang Liwan's wrist and quietly took her pulse.

Sang Liwan didn't know what was going on with him, and he felt inexplicably nervous.

The next moment she heard Shang Zhou's voice, "Why are you so nervous? Your heart is beating too fast."

"Yes, I'm sorry."

Sang Liwan didn't dare to think about it anymore. He just took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

Noticing that his pulse had quickly returned to normal, Shang Zhou looked at Sang Liwan in surprise.

Time passed bit by bit, and Shang Zhou held Sang Liwan's wrist like an old monk in meditation.

Sang Liwan glanced at Jun Moyi indifferently, only to see that the other party was completely focused on Shang Zhou at the moment and didn't even look at her.

All right.

An unknown amount of time had passed before Sang Liwan felt his body becoming somewhat stiff, and only then did he see Shang Zhou withdraw his hand.

At the same time, Jun Moyi's voice also rang out, "Master, how is it?"

Shang Zhou raised his eyes and glanced at him indifferently, "You have already guessed it, so why are you asking me?"

There was no one else in the room except the three of them. Even the secret guards had been temporarily sent away by Jun Moyi, so they had no reservations when speaking.

Hearing Shang Zhou's words, Jun Moyi's face darkened, and a layer of darkness immediately covered his eyes. His voice was a little deep, "I..."

But before he could say anything, Shang Zhou raised his hand to interrupt him, "Don't pretend to be ignorant in front of this old man. If you didn't see something, you wouldn't have sent someone to come directly to me."

Jun Moyi was silent for a moment, because what Shang Zhou said was indeed true.

If he hadn't seen the problem, he wouldn't have asked Butler Song to bring Shang Zhou here away from everyone.

Listening to the master and disciple constantly talking in riddles, Sang Liwan felt even more unsure.

Although she didn't know what was wrong with her, she could guess from their conversation that her condition was probably not very good.

She couldn't help but interrupt the conversation between the two of them and said calmly: "So, what's wrong with me?"

Jun Moyi was still considering how to start.

But Shang and Zhou did not have so many concerns.

"You're poisoned."

Jun Moyi wanted to stop him but failed.

He put his hand, which was half-raised to stop Shang Zhou, on the table, poured a glass of water and handed it to Sang Liwan.

Sang Liwan was stunned.

During the time Shang Zhou was silent, she thought of countless possibilities.

She has a congenital heart disease.

Her soul is repelled by this body, so it will become weaker and weaker.

She was suddenly struck by a serious illness.

But I never expected that he was poisoned.

After all, she really couldn't imagine who could poison her under Jun Moyi's nose.

Then this person really has something.

"Is there any hope?"

Even Sang Liwan's voice sounded calm to herself, as if she was just asking about an insignificant matter.

Shang Zhou thought more highly of her after hearing this.

Even though he knew he was poisoned, he could still remain so calm. No wonder he caught the eye of his eccentric disciple.