He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 234 The Marquis Has No Clever Heart 11

In the northern night, the cold wind carries the scent of wine, and Wen Yan's gray robe is stained with the aroma of wine. His fair face is framed by a snow-white fox fur coat, and his features are as beautiful as a painting.

Liang Jinglan was mesmerized.

Brother Yuanjun... is so beautiful he doesn't look like a man.

Her heart pounded with nervousness, half of her body resting on Wen Yan's shoulder. Her eyelashes fell, and the cold moonlight cast two intertwined shadows toward the room.

Liang Jinglan couldn't bear to close her eyes.

Wen Yan suddenly spoke up: "How many days is the Marquis going to hide this time?"

Her eyes held a faint smile, and her tone was casual, as if she were chatting casually, but the heart of the person beside her was pounding like a drum.

It's good that I can hear it.

Wen Yan didn't ask anyone for help. She helped the man lie down on the bed by herself, and thoughtfully took off his outer robe. Just as she was about to take off his shoes, she found that they had been kicked off.

She raised an eyebrow, pretending not to hear the man's heavy breathing, and pulled down the curtain to leave the room.

In the long-silent room, Liang Jinglan slowly opened his eyes, remaining motionless. He suspected that he had been poisoned by the mushrooms and had passed out.

Why would Brother Yuanjun touch his chest?

Was it unintentional or intentional?

The more I think about it, the more frustrated I become; the more frustrated I become, the less I can understand it.

The Arctic is extremely cold, and to keep warm he's drunk liquors so strong they feel like knives cutting his throat; tonight's liquor won't get him drunk.

But why did he pretend to be drunk?

Liang Jinglan stared blankly, his mind a mess. He couldn't understand many things; he just did what he felt like doing.

Just like now, he wants to be a thief again.

The night was quiet, and the wind gradually subsided.

The study was still lit by candlelight. Wen Yan unfolded the letter her husband had sent, pondering how to reply. But when she saw that her husband was struggling in the court and asking her which prince was reliable, her eyes darkened completely.

None of the four princes were good; if she could, she wouldn't choose any of them.

After thinking it over, Wen Yan dipped his brush in ink and wrote a reply, analyzing the characteristics of the four princes from all aspects.

The eldest prince is vindictive and at odds with the marquis; cross out.

The second prince was born with a disease; although he was intelligent, he wouldn't live long and his throne would be unstable.

The third prince was treacherous and cunning.

The fourth prince is a hypocrite.

Wen Yan was most skilled with words, explaining his views point by point and paragraph by paragraph, listing the princes' shortcomings one, two, three, four, five.

The final conclusion was: do not take sides, absolutely do not take sides, follow the emperor.

But what if the emperor is old and about to die? Wen Yan smiled slightly. It's not like he's really dead. She has a medicine that can keep him alive.

And also, sir, don't stray too far from the emperor. As a minister of Liu, responsible for all the country's affairs, you must know how to cultivate a relationship with the emperor, blah blah blah...

She took the official's principles from her previous life, which she had used as a strategist, and presented them in a more palatable way.

Since she promised to bring Liang Jinglan back to Beijing in a year, some things couldn't be done in a rigid, step-by-step manner.

The higher the gentleman stands, the better.

By the time she finished writing the letter and returned to her room, it was already late at night. Her outer robe was still stained with alcohol. She frowned, took it off, and called for water to prepare for a bath.

The hot water came quickly. As he sat in the water, 233 suddenly appeared and made a sharp, loud noise: "My lord! Liang Jinglan is on the roof!"

"He's shameless! He peeked at the adults taking a bath!"

Wen Yan slowly raised her eyes, putting her index finger to her lips: "Shh."

The roof tiles were loose, and the person on the roof was clearly alarmed, never expecting such a beautiful woman bathing beneath them.

Wen Yan quickly looked up: "Who?"

Liang Jinglan swallowed hard, a thin layer of sweat breaking out on his back, and silently prayed in his heart.

At Wen Yan's prompting, 233 jumped out and meowed twice.

"Oh, it's just a cat." She said in a leisurely tone, as if she were deliberately saying it to someone else.

Unaware of what was happening, Liang Jinglan looked down through the crack and saw a black cat jumping beside the bucket. She breathed a slight sigh of relief, but her pupils contracted sharply when her eyes swept over the person lounging lazily inside the bucket.

and many more.

That cluster of snow-white is...

His throat was incredibly dry, his mind went completely blank, and he was almost in a daze.

As if to confirm his guess, Wen Yan suddenly stood up and hugged the screaming black cat, facing his direction, a naked visual shock.

Respiratory arrest.

Liang Jinglan stood frozen, like a statue.

How come Brother Yuan has... a chest?