Thinking of this, Shang Zhou couldn't help but feel a little curious. The coldness on his face faded a lot, and he moved closer to Sang Liwan.
"Girl, aren't you worried?"
Seeing this, Sang Liwan withdrew his wrist, his expression still calm and peaceful.
"It's come to this. There's no point in worrying, and even less point in being afraid."
Hearing her say this, Shang Zhou's face showed some appreciation.
He clapped his hands and smiled, "Good, good, what a perceptive girl."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Jun Moyi and said with a smile: "I have finally met someone who is more insightful than you were at the beginning. You are so lucky to marry such an interesting girl."
Shang Zhou talked on and on for a long time, and Sang Liwan just felt a little confused.
How come she's interesting?
Compared to these two people, Jun Moyi remained silent.
When I first met Shang Zhou, it was because of his legs.
The condition of his leg was extremely complicated. He had seen many famous doctors but they all said there was no way to treat it. Finally, he met the somewhat crazy Shang Zhou.
At that time, Jun Moyi had already lost all interest in the repeated hope and disappointment. When he saw someone take the initiative to say that he could cure his leg, he was also thinking of giving it a try.
At that time, he thought that it couldn't be worse than it is now.
So when Shang Zhou asked him if he was worried, he gave the same answer as Sang Liwan.
"There's no point in worrying, there's no point in being afraid, the outcome is already determined."
Although this answer was somewhat beyond Shang Zhou's expectations, he still couldn't help but make a few sarcastic remarks to Jun Moyi.
"Tsk tsk, he's so mature at such a young age. I wonder what he'll look like when he grows a full beard."
Shang Zhou didn't expect that after so many years, he would hear these words again from Jun Moyi's wife.
Hearing Shang Zhou's clicking sound, Jun Moyi obviously didn't have such thoughts at the moment. He was more concerned about Sang Liwan's current situation.
But knowing Shang Zhou's strange temper, he could only suppress his emotions and try to calm his tone as he asked, "Master, what's going on now?"
“It’s a bit tricky.”
After saying that, he was satisfied to see Jun Moyi's eyes dimmed slightly, and then he cleared his throat with ill intention.
"However, fortunately, it was discovered early, so it wasn't to the point where even a Daluo Immortal couldn't save it."
Although he had expected Shang Zhou to make trouble for him, Jun Moyi still let out a sigh of relief after hearing these words.
Sang Liwan scratched his chin as he watched the master and disciple interact with each other.
Perhaps Shang Zhou's appearance was too sudden, causing her to almost forget that she was the one who was poisoned, and she was only focused on eating melons.
Shang Zhou noticed Sang Liwan's ambiguous gaze, turned his head, looked at the Princess An who was nothing like the one in the rumors, and stroked his beard with his hand.
"You're quite an interesting girl. If a normal person suddenly heard such bad news, they would have been terrified and crying loudly, but you act like nothing happened."
Yes.
Only then did Sang Liwan remember that he had been poisoned.
And judging from what they said, he was seriously ill.
Sang Liwan looked at Shang Zhou and blinked, trying her best to look sincere.
"Master, I'm actually very nervous. I really am."
Hearing this, Shang Zhou's mouth twitched.
He didn't notice that she was nervous.
only……
He suddenly narrowed his eyes and smiled nonchalantly, "You changed your tune pretty quickly. You're already following this kid and calling me Master so quickly?"
Sang Liwan's pupils shrank, and he didn't know why such a name suddenly came out of his mouth.
But if I change it now, it would seem like I'm being too cautious.
She could only bite the bullet and say, "Master, the prince and I are husband and wife. As the saying goes, husband and wife are one. I'll follow the prince and call you Master. There shouldn't be anything wrong with that, right?"
"That being said, it's someone else who calls me that. You can call me whatever you want. Even if you call me old man, it's okay. After all, I am an old man myself."
Hearing this, Sang Liwan secretly leaned towards Jun Moyi and whispered, "Your Highness, Master has a very clear understanding of himself."
Jun Moyi moved his lips and was about to say something.
Shang Zhou didn't even raise his head. "Girl, if you want to gossip about me, an old man, please keep your voice down. Although I look old, I have sharp ears and eyes. I can hear you."
Sang Liwan, who thought he had spoken quietly, said: ...
"I'm sorry."
Shang Zhou was silent for a moment, then he said cheerfully: "I didn't expect that you, a girl who looks cold and indifferent, actually have an interesting personality."
Jun Moyi deeply agreed with this statement. After all, if he hadn't been able to hear Sang Liwan's inner thoughts for some unknown reason, he probably would never have thought that this person with such a face was actually a pervert inside, thinking about...
Thinking of this, Jun Moyi's ears turned red strangely.
Shang Zhou had heard about what happened between Sang Liwan and Jun Moyi a long time ago, and he also knew that Jun Moyi had allowed the other party to step on his face. It was probably some kind of prank that he was planning.
At that time, he silently sympathized with the little princess in his heart, hoping that her end would not be too tragic.
But this time, he realized that his worries were unnecessary.
He really couldn't keep up with the way this young man played.
Because of the poison in Sang Liwan's body, Shang Zhou stayed in Prince An's mansion.
Sang Liwan was still a little worried.
"The palace is like a sieve right now. If you let Master stay here like this, will the news leak out?"
Jun Moyi shook his head and said, "Don't worry, I still have this ability."
Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered Sang Liwan's poisoning.
When he thought that someone could poison Sang Liwan right under his nose, a layer of dark coldness appeared in his eyes.
The fingers holding the Buddhist beads gradually tightened.
It would be better for that person to start praying for his own salvation from now on.
At night, Jun Moyi slept on the soft couch as promised, and Sang Liwan lay openly on the big bed that he had been longing for for a long time, feeling excited both physically and mentally.
In this excitement, some incomprehensible words came out of his mouth.
"It's so comfortable here, do you want to come up and join us?"
Where are you coming from?
【Together what? 】
【What is she going crazy about? 】
Just when Sang Liwan was embarrassed and didn't know what to say to cover up what she had just said, she waited for a long time but didn't hear any movement from Jun Moyi.
She carefully poked her head out from behind the bed curtains and saw Jun Moyi with his eyes closed and breathing evenly, obviously asleep.
Sang Liwan slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
But at the same time as I breathed a sigh of relief, a sense of loss inexplicably welled up in my heart.
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