Proud Concubine Difficult to Train: My Palace Comes from Modern Times

---Huo Ran, the man on the collapsed bed suddenly opened his tight eyes---

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dark box

The furnishings are simple, and a dim candle is lit on the table, flickering and chaotic.

A man was lying quietly on the bed. Under the dim light, one could vaguely see the man's gentle side face, which could not be concealed, three parts elegant, three parts handsome, which showed that this man's appearance was very good-looking.

Green smoke curls from the copper stove on the low table, and the fragrance of tea overflows quietly.

At this time, the door of the compartment was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in a gray shirt walked in. He had snow-white temples, sharp eyes, and carried a medicine box made of sandalwood on his back.

The door was pulled and closed by him. It was a push-pull compartment door with exquisite workmanship and high-quality wood.

The middle-aged man put the medicine box on the table, and took out the man's hand hidden under the quilt. With one hand, he checked his pulse, and with the other, he gently stroked the silver whiskers, which was quite fairy-like.

As soon as he touched the pulse of the other party, under the dim lamp, he could still see a gleam of joy in the eyes of the middle-aged man Xirui, which was undetectable, and then turned and covered up.

At this time, a voice came from outside the dark room: "How?" Just the two words are already full of domineering, and the magnetic tone is full of dignity that makes people submit.

The man in the middle coat said respectfully to the man outside: "The situation is still not good."

The man outside the compartment was silent for a while, and slowly said: "Take good care of him, be sure to save his life."

"I understand." The middle-aged man bowed lightly.

Outside the dark room, the sound of Shen Ran's footsteps disappeared, and there was no sound.

Seeing that the people outside had left, the middle-aged man couldn't help wiping off his sweat and panting, quickly opened the medicine box, took out the silver needle cover and opened it to give the man on the bed an injection.

"Ziyan——" Suddenly, the man on the collapsed bed called out, the voice was silky and inaudible, but the two words accompanied him like a strange force to support him till now.

The action of the middle-aged man's needle application froze, his Rui eyes flashed complicatedly, his expression was slightly different, he turned around suddenly, with a cautious expression, leaned into the man's ear and whispered: "My lord, the only thing I can do is to save your life. Everything depends on your fate, don't worry, Madam is safe and sound, and now she and the young prince are waiting for you to go back in the mansion?"

By the dim light of the lamp, one can see the handsome face of the man on the bed. Under the dim light, his pale face is as ruddy as jade, his black eyebrows are like swords flying into his temples, his nose is straight and noble, and although his tight eyes cannot be seen, but It can be seen that he definitely has bright eyes and starry eyes, and his pale and dry thin lips tremble silently from time to time, as if unwilling to do so. Although there is an inch-long arrow scar on his right cheek, it still cannot conceal his noble temperament.

If the body is the same, what an outstanding and elegant man this person should be!

But at this time he had to lie on the bed, like a living dead.

Suddenly, it seemed that the middle-aged man's words had an effect. The man's eyes trembled and rolled, and he seemed to open them, but it was in vain. All senses could only receive information from the outside world by hearing.

This man's voice is so familiar!

However, he couldn't guess who sent it for a while?

Has he met Ziyan?The man asked himself in his heart, no matter how anxious his heart was, he still couldn't break through the leaden chains of his body.

Seeing his reaction like this, the middle-aged man didn't know whether to be grateful or regretful. Now his muscles are paralyzed, his blood flow is slow, and his mental intelligence is such a shock to his willpower. It is a dream to move, let alone a dream. woke up.

The middle-aged man sighed, it is fate that such an outstanding man has to suffer like this!

Half an hour later, after the silver needle was pulled out and the man was given a pill, the middle-aged old man picked up the medicine box and said respectfully: "My lord, I'm gone, you have to take care of it, I'll come back in three days, don't worry, With this old man here, I will definitely not let the prince continue to be like this, please bear with me for a while longer."

After the sound of the door being pulled and fastened faded away, the dark room returned to dead silence again, so quiet that only the man's weak breathing could be heard.

Suddenly, the originally tight eyes of the man on the collapsed bed suddenly opened, and those startled eyes were as bright as stars.

Turning his eyes slightly, he was stunned by everything unfamiliar in front of him, and he didn't know where he was for a while?

This is not Prince Su's mansion, so where is he?

Thinking about it, Sushajue suddenly found that his body was as heavy as a rock, so stiff that he couldn't move, no matter how hard he tried, it was all in vain.

how so?Su Shajue's face turned pale as snow, and he, who had always been sullen and calm, couldn't help but secretly panicked at this moment, sweat dripped from his temples, and the man anxiously called: "Come here—come here—" the voice line It's as dry and dumb as silk, how can people outside hear it.

After struggling for a long time, Su Shajue was able to confirm that there was no one guarding the dark room outside, and his voice would not be effective at all.My heart suddenly sank, where is this place?

Of course, what responded to him was only the dimly flickering candles on the table and the rich tea fragrance from the low copper stove.

Su Shajue finally calmed down, why did that person say: All I can do is keep your life, everything depends on your luck!

What does it mean?Suddenly a thought flashed through his mind, and Su Shajue was startled: Was he rescued by someone, or was he hidden?

If he was rescued, why put himself in such an airtight dark box?

If it was hidden, who would dare to hide the halberd Prince Jin so boldly?

A lot of doubts hit him like a mountain, suppressing him so much that he couldn't breathe, and his temples pricked like needles in an instant.

Thinking of the person who said that Ziyan and Xuan Han were still waiting for him to go back in the mansion, Su Shajue's eyes were closed in pain, and his heart felt sore, how could he go back like this?

The man's eyes opened, and the blood-red eyes showed fierceness and hatred. Who imprisoned him here, and what was his purpose?

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Su Wang Mansion

The moon is silver like water, the night is long, and the autumn is quiet.

In the Yanbo Pavilion, the woman is dressed in a cloud gauze, her body is as delicate as a willow twig, she is so fragile, but her straight back has an unyielding arrogance.

Looking at the sparkling 'Yanting Lake', the gentleman said, his heart drifted away.

"It's windy at night. Miss Jun, why bother to look at the lake to hurt her body. She has just recovered, so she should go to bed early and rest." A lazy and magnetic voice was even more bewildering in the cold night.

Jun Ziyan was startled at first, then looked sideways, his eyes flashed with astonishment, and he replied with a light smile: "Young Master Yueguan, do you always like to appear so unknowingly?" A wave of hostility.

Hearing her sarcasm, the man in brocade clothes stepped close to Jun Ziyan without saying a word, stood beside her, looked at the shimmering 'Yanting Lake', smiled lazily, and said: "The 'Yanting Lake' in Suwang's Mansion 'It's really beautiful!" He chose not to answer her question first.

"Oh, since that's the case, Mr. Yue, please enjoy the lake yourself. It's late at night, and it's time for Ziyan to listen to Your Excellency and go back to his room to sleep." Junziyan smiled indifferently, and was about to turn around and leave.

Suddenly, someone grabbed his wrist, and Jun Ziyan frowned coldly: "What else is there for Mr. Yue?"

The man in brocade clothes smiled at her sideways: "Wouldn't it be a pity that there are lakes but no beautiful women?"

"Young Master Yue, there is no rule that you must have a beautiful woman to enjoy the lake. How can such an elegant person be so vulgar!" The gentleman said with a smile, and his tone was alienated.

"The girl seems to be very afraid?" Xie Mo's eyes narrowed, revealing a cold and sharp light, sharp as a blade in the night.

Pulling out his wrist, Jun Ziyan pressed his painful wrist, and said with a smile: "I'm always so elusive, as if I can pass through unimpeded, such domineering, anyone will be afraid."