Chapter 49 (1/2)

Amber is pondering whether to come and make a fuss about whether to come and make a fuss. Beitanghao leaves Xiaohuan and walks to the bed. Looking at Qin Yuran lying on the bed, his face sinks.

”Close the doors and windows, go to the office of the interior to get some silver charcoal and burn it. All the people stay at the Fuyun Pavilion. No one is allowed to enter without my command.” Beitanghao said it clearly and unquestionably.

The two people on the ground are all in a daze. Which one is beitanghao singing? Does he know that Can't help amber to think more, she hurried past, pulling the small ring to retreat out.

If their carefully schemed plan is discovered by beitanghao, the best way is to find a way to keep the young lady awake.

”Amber, Miss needs us!” Xiao Huan is as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. She is biting her lips and stamping her feet, and her eyes are peering into it from time to time.

The two men stood outside the Fuyun Pavilion, anxious. Beitanghao didn't know what he was trying to do. He could not count on beitanghao's being so attached to the young lady that he would do nothing at once. At present, one of them feigned to death with an unknown purpose. No one can go in. What can they do.

”Xiaohuan, are you afraid of death?” Miss often says that she can't mess around. At the moment, she must cheer up and try to get beitanghao to leave.

Before Xiaohuan could know what the meaning of this sentence meant, amber hurriedly continued: ”beitanghao mostly found the clue, and now miss is in danger. Even if you and I spare our lives, you and I will protect the young lady! ”

”This is natural, for the sake of miss Xiaohuan will not be afraid of death!” Xiaohuan clenches his fist and looks at the direction of Qin Yuran's room firmly.

Looking up at the sky, it is already the mid day of the month. I only hope that a few ladies can make trouble as soon as possible. I don't believe that beitanghao will not allow Qin Yuran to be buried under rumors.

In the house, beitanghao carefully tries Qin Yuran's breath, and puts his hand on Qin Yuran's wrist to personally diagnose her pulse. Although the air if gossamer, OK, can detect a faint breath, difficult to detect, but it is not really dead.

This woman is becoming more and more elusive. Beitanghao sits down at the head of her bed at random, with deep eyes, exploring Qin Yuran's face.

The silver charcoal was already burning, and the room was warming slowly. He opened the quilt on one side and covered it for Qin Yu.

After tucking in the quilt for her, beitanghao looks at Qin Yuran's delicate and small face in a daze. At first glance, he feels a little touched, but he is very calm and does not move.

It is a sign of danger to close your eyes and sink into meditation.

I remember when Zhang Yihuan just entered the mansion, he was still in his 28th year. At that time, her face was green and tender, and her body was weak. Although she was known as the first beauty, he was not interested in her. Over time, he forgot that there was such a beauty in his backyard.

While thinking, he stretched out a hand and gently stroked Qin Yuran's face. In fact, he began to notice her since she entered the mansion.

He secretly sees everything Qin Yuran has done. He doesn't know about the infighting between the women in the backyard of the palace. He just pretends not to ask about it.