Your Highness, want to run after flirting?

After saying goodbye to Wu Han and Qin Wuyu, Lan Ziqing hurried to the official post.

For some reason, his heart was heavy, and he seemed to be falling into the abyss in panic.

He wanted to see Su Danchen.

Thinking desperately.

"Ziqing, have you finished the trial?"

Su Danchen was leaning against the gate of the post station bored, when he saw Lan Ziqing, he hurriedly stood up to meet him.

Lan Ziqing stood still, looking at the person walking towards her, her eyes were hot.

A heart suddenly settled down.

The unprecedented panic turned into mist.

Cursing her lips, she took the initiative to hold his hand, and said, "Your Highness, please wait for a long time."

Su Danchen's palms were always a little warmer than ordinary people's. Holding his hand, the scorching heat from his palm melted Lan Ziqing's cold guard.

The two entered the official post holding hands, A Huan was greeting at the door to repack.

"That Qin Wuyu is a good official, Fei Ziqing, you came back here to avenge him."

Su Danchen stood still under the pear tree, staring at the tightly held hands of the two, the surprise in his heart has not yet calmed down.

He also often held Ziqing's hand, but never held it so tightly, as if the two of them were separated when he let go.

Ziqing's hands were so cold.

Holding Ziqing's hand like usual, although it was just as cold, it wasn't as cold, and seemed to tremble slightly?

"How did Your Highness know that Qin Wuyu is a good official?"

Lan Ziqing laughed softly.

"Before you came back, several county residents passed by the gate of the official yamen, all of whom praised Qin Wuyu." Su Danchen thought of it, and sighed, "It's a pity, it's a broken sleeve."

Lan Ziqing froze with a smile on her lips.

"Your Highness, what are you talking about?"

Lan Ziqing's lips were bleeding, and he asked tremblingly.

Su Danchen repeated it disapprovingly, "It's a pity that an upright official is a broken sleeve."

Lan Ziqing's hands trembled uncontrollably.

Su Danchen clasped his fingers tightly, and naturally felt his abnormality.

"Ziqing?"

"Your Highness's words, could it be that he has a grudge against the man with the broken sleeve?"

Su Danchen was startled by Lan Ziqing's suddenly cold voice, he thought for a while, and said truthfully: "As a man, but liking men is really against the rules and regulations." He paused, thoughtful Said: "Could it be that the person with the broken sleeve is born with a disability? So, it is really pitiful."

Lan Ziqing stared at him intently, feeling chills all over his body, as if the blood all over his body had congealed into ice cubes, and was smashed into pieces by someone again, the ice shards shattered into his body, piercing his body with cuts and bruises, and the cold and pain.

"Ziqing, what's wrong with you? Your face is ugly..."

The fingertips suddenly pinched into the palm, and the strike was so ruthless that the tender palm immediately rolled out blood.

Su Danchen let out a "hiss" in shock, tears of pain came out, he quickly shook off his hand, and blew two breaths into his palm.

"Why did Ziqing pinch me..."

Su Danchen looked up with tears in his eyes, but the moment he saw Lan Ziqing's expression, he stopped speaking in shock.

Such cold eyes.

In my impression, Ziqing has always treated her with kindness and tenderness, and she is extremely caring.

My injury has deteriorated so badly that it depends on Ziqing's careful care to heal so quickly. Whenever I touch the wound, before it hurts, Ziqing will first express concern.

Now, Ziqing not only hurt herself, but also stared at her with such cold eyes, what happened?

Su Danchen's whole body trembled when he was looked at by those eyes, and he actually felt guilty.

Lan Ziqing sneered, took Su Danchen's hand lightly, spread it out, looked at the bright red blood in his palm, and said very gently: "Does it hurt?"

He spoke extremely softly, and his elegant eyebrows were slightly frowned, full of distress, but his eyes were so cold that they could fall out of ice scum.

This kind of Lan Ziqing was unprecedented, and it was a little scary.

Su Danchen shuddered violently, his tongue got stuck and he couldn't speak.

Lan Ziqing took Su Danchen's hand, brought it close to her lips, and stretched out the tip of her tongue to lick off the blood droplets on it bit by bit,

The face is extremely gentle and focused.

The palms felt warm and wet for a while, and Su Danchen's eyes widened in shock.

When the warm palms were no longer stained with blood, Lan Ziqing stopped his movements, looked softly at the needle-sized wound, and smiled softly.

"The wounds on His Highness' hands are nothing compared to the wounds in my heart."

"Ziqing, I didn't say you, I said Duanxiu!"

Su Danchen hurriedly explained.

Lan Ziqing frowned slightly, met those panicked peach blossom eyes, curled her lips mockingly, and said word by word: "I'm just Duanxiu."

Su Danchen was completely stunned.

Lan Ziqing didn't seem to intend to let him go, she took two steps closer, and put her face to face with Su Danchen, the coldness in her eyes melted away, and her eyes were full of tenderness.

"On that Xizi Celebration day, Your Highness said that I wish you and the person you love will be united forever, for a hundred years. The person you love is Your Highness."

After finishing speaking, she pressed Su Danchen's thin lips, licked and bit them repeatedly, and kissed softly and lingeringly, her movements were extremely gentle and loving. She glanced at Su Danchen who was already stunned, her teeth hardened, and the smell of blood permeated her mouth.

Su Danchen felt the pain and pushed Lan Ziqing away violently.

After all, Su Danchen was a martial artist, so he acted in a daze

He lost the importance, he pushed Lan Ziqing hard into the pear tree, his back was burning and painful, as if he had broken his ribs.

I broke out in a cold sweat.

Lan Ziqing gritted her silver teeth and refused to utter a word, her face was as pale as snow.

"Ziqing, I..."

Su Danchen touched his blood dripping lips, Tao Hua's eyes were full of astonishment, she couldn't believe what just happened.

Ziqing kissed herself and pushed Ziqing down.

He hurriedly looked towards Lan Ziqing, and saw him leaning on the pear tree, with his hands on his chest, looking at him expressionlessly, and after a while, he coughed up a stream of scarlet blood.

The blood stained Qingdai's robes, which complemented that elegant face, making her indescribably sad and sad.

Su Danchen's heart suddenly ached, and he turned his face sideways, unable to bear to look at his fragile appearance.

What's more, I didn't dare to look at those cold eyes without a trace of warmth.

The sound of the wind is still, and there is silence around.

It was so quiet that they could hear each other's heartbeat.

The breath around Lan Ziqing seemed to be frozen into ice, and the cold air seemed to condense into a rope made of ice, tightly strangling Su Danchen's neck, making him unable to breathe.

The two confronted each other for a while, when Su Danchen suddenly moved and ran towards the door.

A moment later, there was a loud neighing sound of a horse raising its hooves outside the official post.

"It's not good, His Highness seized the horse and galloped away."

someone exclaimed.

Lan Ziqing smiled sadly and slid down the tree trunk to the ground.

A touch of red fell out of her arms and lay quietly on the mud.

He was absent-minded for a moment, picked it up, carefully wiped off the dust on it, stuck it on his chest, and murmured word by word: "I let you go half a year ago, this time, I won't let you go again."

His brows were as soft as water, but his eyes were as cold as frost.

With that pale face and scarlet lips.

Look, it's weird.