Ping Lehou was already terminally ill and looked in a trance.

If it weren't for the strength of will, they would have lost their minds like those who had been plagued, and their eyes were blank and foolish.

Pinglehou lay on the bed, looking at the roof.

As a concubine, he grew up in the courtyard of the back house since he was a child, and he has seen many calculations and many pickled things.

So far, there is still something I don't understand.

He was calculated.

There was a vague answer in his heart, but he didn't dare to believe it after all.

The dimly lit room was suddenly illuminated by beams of light, and he turned his head to look at the door, which no one had dared to open since the last time the princess had left.

He frowned at the man at the door.

Two people, one tall and one petite.

They had their backs to the light and couldn't see their faces clearly.

It wasn't until the tall figure approached that he could see clearly.

This person he knew, named Jingyun, was Mo Aotian's recently recruited subordinate.

He couldn't help but think of Mu Yilai, if Mu Yi was still alive, I don't know if Mu Yi's plan was higher, or if this person was higher?

"It turns out that Mo Aotian wants to harm me?" His voice was hoarse, like a broken smoke voice.

Jingyun took out the handkerchief in his sleeve, covered his nose slightly, and then spoke: "It is indeed Mo Aotian's calculation, Pingle Hou is against Shoufu, that is, against him, how can he keep you?" Besides, if Pinglehou dies, everything that Pinglehou has accumulated over the years will fall into his hands and be used by him. If I were Mo Aotian, I would be apart from you. ”

"What disease did I have, or what poison did he give me?" What Ping Lehou couldn't understand was that everything he imported was strictly inspected, how he was poisoned.

"Liaocheng plague."

Hearing this, Ping Lehou's eyes dizzled a little, originally he still thought that if it was poison, maybe there would be an antidote, and he could trade with Mo Aotian, maybe he might not be dead.

However, if it is a plague, I am afraid that there is no help.

"What are you doing here, to see with your own eyes that I'm dying, so that I can go back and report to him?" Pingle Hou asked sarcastically.

Jingyun shook her head and glanced behind her.

The petite figure walked into the house, pinching his nose, his eyes wet and full of grievances, "This smell is not good, and it smells even worse when the doors and windows are closed and not ventilated." ”

She stood at the door for a long time, just to let the wind outside the door blow in and blow away the smell inside, but after blowing for a long time, Jingyun and Pinglehou also talked for a long time, but the smell in the house was still so strong, and the stench was like a corrupted dead fish.

Jingyun handed over a handkerchief, blue shading, auspicious cloud embroidered handkerchief, exactly the same as the handkerchief that Jingyun covered his mouth and nose at the moment, Shen Tian reached out to take it, and when he covered his mouth and nose, he asked a stream of sandalwood, isolating the smell in the house.

Apparently this veil was prepared and smoked in advance.

Shen Tian didn't thank him, but his eyes became even more sad.

This guy is bad enough, and he has been prepared for a long time, but he deliberately didn't take it out, and he had to wait until he was stinky before taking it out.

"Who are you?" Ping Lehou's eyes were heavy.

At this moment, Ping Lehou has long lost the handsome and good face, at this moment his skin is gray, his eyes are sunken, the dark circles are extremely deep, the lips are capable, the pores on the nose are large, the forehead is black, and the forehead is extremely deep.

No one would have thought that Pingle Hou, who had once confused the emperor's only princess with a good face, would become so sick that he would become such an unkempt and miserable appearance, and no one cared about the entire Hou Mansion, as if he had forgotten him in this courtyard.

Shen Tian had a straight face, and he said in a mysterious and unpredictable tone of a master outside the world: "Your appearance is even more miserable than the old emperor who was once terminally ill." I can save him, and I can save you. It's up to you to trade with me. ”

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