A silly girl is reborn, and a ruthless prince loves her

"You go."

"It's better you go!"

Mo An and Hong Ying gave in to each other at the door of the study.

"How can I, a woman, talk to the second prince about this kind of thing!" Hong Ying asked in a low voice with a blushing face.

Mo An smiled unkindly, "I tried it last time, but it didn't work. It's your turn this time."

"I'm still injured!" Hong Ying was furious.

She couldn't say anything about persuading the second prince to marry Miss Yan.

If he offends the second prince, wouldn't it make him more hurt?

"I also have good gold sore medicine." Mo An touched his nose and said with a guilty look on his face.

"Moan!"

Hongying was so angry that he raised his fist to greet him.

I saw a figure being thrown out of the study door without mercy.

"Miss Yan?" Hongying was shocked.

Mo An realized that they must have been unhappy in the study, so he hurriedly helped Lan Jinyan and took her to the garden pavilion.

"Miss Yan, what happened to you and the second prince?"

Mo An crossed his arms across his chest and leaned against the pavilion, looking quietly at the night sky with his calm eyes.

The second prince was able to control himself and throw Miss Yan out to avoid venting his anger on her. Is this a good thing?

"I don't know, huh~" Lan Jinyan gasped in pain.

Hong Ying's hands kept moving, but she relaxed her strength, "Girl, be patient, you have to rub this bulge on your head away, otherwise it will hurt in the next few days."

As she spoke, she poured some medicated oil on her hand and lightly applied it on the back of Lan Jinyan's head.

It was fine in the morning, but the two of them were in trouble like this at night. Hongying couldn't help but worry a little whether it would work out.

"I don't know what's wrong. I want my brother to be tolerant to the servants in the house and not to take human lives lightly, so he pushes me away."

Thinking of Xuanyuan Qing's extremely indifferent attitude towards her in the study room, Lan Jinyan's eyes turned red with grievance.

However, this time, the brother resisted and did not hurt her. It must be Xiaolu's blood that played a role.

Thinking this way, she felt relieved.

Mo An and Hong Ying looked at each other. At Mo An's signal, Hong Ying sat down next to Lan Jinyan and smoothed her hair on her chest.

"Girl, there are some things I think it would be better to let you know."

Hongying said earnestly: "The second prince relied on his own strength to climb out of the palace that ate people without spitting out their bones. Over the years, as the second prince became more and more powerful, those who wanted to get rid of him began to All of them.”

"Despite his immense fame now, he is the second prince who is respected by everyone. There are other people's eyes and ears everywhere in the palace, including many who are the current emperor."

"In order to avoid being criticized, the second prince can only wait for them to show their flaws, and use the following excuses to eliminate them one by one, such as committing crimes and failing to do things well."

"Nanny Wang and others who served you before are the saint's people. If she has no purpose, why would she arrange people around the second prince?"

"Also, those two seemingly innocent maids, the small dark room is under the dry well and is guarded by poisonous snakes. How can they catch a glimpse of the scene inside?" Hongying sighed, "They are Concubine Lan's people. I want to I'll lure you into the dark room privately and make the second prince angry and kill you."

After hearing this, Lan Jinyan was stunned.

It turned out to be the case.

What happened to her tonight that she said such self-righteous words to her brother.

"Girl, I know that you also have good intentions. Over the years, the second prince's hands have been stained with blood. It is also a good thing for him to have you by his side to remind him."

"After all, to restrain the backlash of the secret technique, the most important thing is to stop killing."

Hong Ying's words kept echoing in his mind.

Stop killing?

Lan Jinyan lingered at the door of Hengshui Residence for a long time, feeling deeply hesitant and confused, at a loss as to what to do.

She had just asked the guard guarding the door, and her brother was in the house.

There was no light in the house, so he must have fallen asleep.

"Miss Yan, it's late at night, why don't you go in and rest?"

The guard finally couldn't stand it anymore and came to invite her in person.

Anyone who can work as an errand in Hengshui Ju can be trusted.

Even though they were curious about Xuanyuan Qing and Lan Jinyan living in the same room, they didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Just like now, Lan Jinyan hasn't entered the house yet, and they don't dare to ask why.

"Ah, oh, I'll go in right now."

She hesitated, finally took two steps, and ran back like a gust of wind.

"How was your brother's mood when he came back?" She looked at the guard nervously.

The guard was confused by her and thought about it carefully before saying: "It seems to be about the same as usual. Oh, by the way, the second prince is not in the habit of eating late night snacks. Unusually, he brought a plate of steamed buns in tonight."

"Steamed buns, I understand, thank you!"

After listening, she stood there for a few moments, the hesitation in her eyes disappeared, replaced by endless joy.

The guard looked at her inexplicably excited and his eyes were full of doubts.

"What's wrong with the steamed buns? Do you deserve to be so happy?"

Here, Lan Jinyan quietly opened the door and closed it quietly, trying not to disturb the sleeping man on the couch.

I came to the table in the dark and saw a plate of untouched steamed buns placed on it, which made me feel happy.

He was angry and still remembered that she loved to eat steamed buns. It was conceivable that my brother must have lost his temper.

Turning her gaze to the man who was breathing evenly on the couch, Lan Jinyan's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning.

She walked gently to the bedside, stared at his handsome face, raised her fingers involuntarily, and gently stroked along the contours of his face.

"Brother, I know you're not asleep. Let's talk when you get up."

Perhaps it was a little itchy from her touch, Xuanyuan Qing frowned slightly, turned around, and continued to sleep with his back to her.

She retracted her hand, climbed onto her couch with a smile, and got under the quilt.

"Brother, I'm sorry."

After saying that, she fell down on the couch, closed her eyes, and fell asleep soon.

After she breathed evenly, the man on the bed slowly turned around and opened his narrow eyes, his eyes cold and flowing.

You are so heartless, your apology is so perfunctory.

How old are you? You still kick the quilt when you sleep.

Xuanyuan Qing sighed helplessly, climbed up resignedly, crossed her couch, and helped her cover the quilt.

The girl's body fragrance was a little different tonight, with the smell of medicinal oil.

The next day.

Lan Jinyan slept very soundly, and she didn't wake up until the sun was shining.

The first thing I did when I opened my eyes was to look at the bed.

There was no trace of him on it.

She didn't call the maid in. After washing herself briefly, she sat in front of the dressing mirror and combed her hair.

This dressing mirror was specially prepared for her by her brother.

At first, her brother's room was extremely simple and empty, but after adding her things, it seemed a little more crowded.

She had seen Hongying's hair-twisting technique and remembered it in one go. Halfway through combing it, she later realized that the bulge on the back of her head from last night seemed to have subsided.