Jiang Ling stepped in, sat on the stone bench first, and said to him, "Wanran, I have something to tell you."

Seeing her serious expression, Wanran walked over and sat down, his expression calm: "Miss Jiang, please speak."

Have you figured out what you want him to do in return?

He was guessing Jiang Ling's conditions, but the woman's words stunned him.

"I know you've been poisoned. I've sent someone to find a doctor who's good at detoxifying. Would you be willing to let him detoxify you?"

Wanran was stunned for a moment, then his eyes narrowed quickly, his eyes were cold, and his eyes were full of vigilance and inquiry.

The clear and pleasant sound like a mountain spring suddenly turned cold, as if it was a river covered with ice in the dark night of winter.

"How did Miss Jiang know this?"

The poison in his body was related to many things, and the source of this poison was special. No matter what Jiang Ling's original purpose was, after she knew that he was poisoned, she couldn't help but have other speculations.

Wanran clenched his hands under his sleeves and started thinking about how to escape from here.

Jiang Ling looked at his face which changed in an instant.

She felt somewhat helpless. Sure enough, they were still very wary of her, and it should be even more so now.

She said softly, "That's what the doctor who treated your injuries said when he saved you."

Jiang Ling pondered for a moment and added, "This poison is very special. I don't understand it. The doctor only said that he knew you were poisoned and he couldn't cure it. So I went to find a famous detoxification doctor who lives in seclusion in the mountains. Maybe he can save you."

She wasn't lying, she was just covering it up.

Seeing Wanran's big reaction, she thought it would be better to say less, at least not to let him know that she already knew that the medicine came from Nanzhao.

Wanran's expression was still very cold, and he lowered his eyes slightly. Jiang Ling couldn't see the emotion in his eyes.

"Miss Jiang, don't you have anything to ask?"

How could an ordinary person be poisoned?

He didn't believe she wasn't suspicious.

Jiang Ling's eyes flashed with an unnatural feeling. She tried hard to suppress her inquiry and curiosity, and smiled lightly, "This is your private matter. I have no right to interfere."

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fingers curled up uneasily, obviously afraid. "I can send you to a doctor and give you some money to support yourself. After you recover, you can leave the capital and find a peaceful place."

The girl tried hard to hide her panic and guilt on her face, as if she was afraid that he would cause trouble, but also felt guilty about sending him away.

It was precisely this that made Wanran's expression slightly better.

If ordinary people encounter this kind of thing, or if there is someone who is poisoned around them, they will definitely speculate about his life experience or experience, and always don't want to get into trouble.

Wanran raised her eyes slightly, and the emotions flowing in her eyes were less.

"Where is the doctor?"

Jiang Ling breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, as if she was glad that he didn't blame her for abandoning him decisively. "He's in Yunwu Peak outside Beijing, his name is He Zui."

Wan Ran nodded gently, "Then I'll trouble you, young lady. Wan Ran is willing to go and treat you."

As he spoke, he stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Wanran thanks Miss Jiang again. If there is anything I can do for you, please feel free to let me know."

He looked at the green bamboo carved on the stone bench and thought that it would be good to leave the capital. The world is so big, there is always a place where he can take refuge and find a place for him to stay.

Seeing that he agreed, Jiang Ling secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said that she would come to pick him up when the date was confirmed.

That night, Wanran knelt on the ground under the moonlight, pruning branches, but her heart was not as calm as she appeared.

Uncle Wang and Aunt Liu came out of the warehouse after counting the items, talking in a low voice. They seemed to mention Jiang Ling and Zhou Jing'an, and also vaguely guessed Jiang Ling's purpose of keeping Wanran here.

Wanran knelt behind the flowers, and because of the darkness, they did not notice him. They chatted for a few words and then went back to their rooms to sleep.

Wanran was the only one left in the small courtyard, standing frozen in place, holding the dead branches and leaves he had just cut off in his hands.

Is it really so?

Because of these, she helped him so much, treated his injuries, and served him with good food and drink...

A sudden heat rose on Wanran's face. The night was like water, reflecting on his face, faintly revealing the surprise and confusion on his face.

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At the end of November, Jiang Ling packed up and left the mansion early. Before he reached the city gate, he saw a tall figure sitting upright on a tall horse.

Zhou Jing'an was wearing a bamboo green robe, a bamboo orchid belt inlaid with pearls and jade around his waist, and a round jade pendant hanging from it. His black hair was tied up on top of his head, his eyebrows and eyes were bright, and his face was handsome.

The moment I saw her, tenderness flowed in my eyes and slowly poured out.

There was a carriage parked next to him, and Zhou Huanan should be inside.

What surprised Jiang Ling slightly was that there was a young man sitting on the horse next to Zhou Jing'an, and it was Lin Cixiao.

He was wearing a black round-necked robe, and the black clothes highlighted his cold and solemn appearance. He had an upright posture and a calm expression.

When Zhou Jing'an saw her coming, he dismounted and took two steps forward to greet her.

"Ling'er." He called her softly, his voice low and filled with joy.

The square curtain on the carriage was lifted, revealing the bright little face.

Jiang Ling has a round little face and her deer eyes are covered with a layer of mist. In the thin mist of the early morning, she looks like an ignorant and smart elf in the forest.

She only put on a little makeup, and the rosy cheeks showed through the powder, making it obvious at a glance that she was in good spirits.

Her small mouth is slightly raised, her lips are plump and pink, and her chin is pointed when she smiles, revealing her cleverness and cuteness.

Zhou Jing'an's eyes flickered, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and he couldn't help but call out softly, "Ling'er."

"Hello, Lord Zhou." Jiang Ling's voice was as clear and melodious as the chirping of an oriole. She asked with a hint of suspicion, "Why is Lord Lin here too?"

Lin Cixiao, who came a step behind, also came over and greeted her, saying simply, "Miss Zhou asked me to compete with her. It just so happened that Master Zhou and Miss Jiang were out of town for a trip, so I was lucky enough to tag along."

Jiang Ling nodded, exchanged a few words of greeting with the two men, then they each mounted their horses and sat down, and the group headed towards Qingchun Mountain outside the city.

The last time I came here, the golden osmanthus was fragrant and the golden patches were breathtaking. But when I came here again, the golden osmanthus had already passed its blooming period.

The trees in the mountains are no longer as lush and green as before, and the mist in the autumn morning adds a sense of desolation and coldness.

The carriage climbed halfway up the mountain and arrived at the same hot spring. The owner was already waiting at the door with a smile on his face.

Zhou Jing'an got off the horse, replied a few words to his boss, turned his head and saw a jade hand stretched out from the carriage and gently placed on the maid's palm.

Then a young girl walked out.

She was wearing a light red cross-collared skirt with pleated pattern and intricate and exquisite butterfly-in-love flower embroidery. She was wearing a moon-white cape with a rabbit fur collar over it. The soft rabbit fur just supported the girl's cheeks.

She had her hair done in a fairy bun, adorned with a few exquisite red silk flowers. A red coral butterfly and a gold hairpin with auspicious cloud patterns were inserted in each of her hair.

The girl has a pair of gentle and lovely eyebrows, and a peach blossom hairpin on her forehead, which sets off her delicate and beautiful eyes, with rippling water waves inside, gentle and smart.

Jiang Ling smiled, closed her eyes slightly and breathed in the fresh air. She was indeed a stunning beauty.