Your Highness, want to run after flirting?

When he followed Ying Xuan out of the city earlier, he felt strange, but after thinking about it, there were not a few officials living outside the imperial city, so he didn't say much.

Now walking and talking all the way, seeing the road getting darker and darker, the scenery getting more and more desolate, and finally reached the point where there is no one, he was startled awake.

This is... a mass grave thirty miles west of Xunyang City!

Su Danchen broke out in a cold sweat, and there was a tremor in his words: "Master Ying...you are not going back to the mansion, why are you here..."

Ying Xuan pointed to a lonely house in front of him, "This is the mansion of the minister."

Su Danchen was astonished.

After a while, the two of them had arrived in front of the gloomy and dark house.

There are many dark shadows all around, and there are countless tombs hidden in the continuous weeds, and the green will-o'-the-wisps reflect the decaying grass, which is deep and scary.

"That's phosphorous fire."

Ying Xuan got off his horse and saw Su Danchen staring at the grass not far away in a daze, so he kindly explained something.

Follow the door and enter.

The door is a wooden door covered with moss, and a long rusty lock symbolically hangs outside the door.

Ying Xuan stood inside the door, his robe was illuminated by the silver-white moonlight, most of his face was covered by the shadow of the door, behind him was the dark mansion, the voice came from the darkness: "Your Highness, please come in and have a seat."

Su Danchen was frightened by this weird scene, the hairs on his back turned cold, and he walked in bravely.

After walking a few steps, after passing through the outer court, there is a hall halfway to the outside.

The hall is brightly lit, in stark contrast to the dark and cold outer courtyard.

Seeing the bright and warm candlelight, Su Danchen's fluttering heart calmed down a little, and he managed to smile, but it was uglier than crying: "Master Ying...how do you live in such a place?"

Look at this Yingxuan, he is not an eccentric person, how could he live in such a ghostly place.

Ying Xuan seemed to know what he was thinking, but he didn't explain too much, he just said: "This is my ancestral house. When I was young, my parents unfortunately passed away, this is the only thing they left behind, so I don't want to move Leave."

Su Danchen only felt that his background was pitiful, so he couldn't help feeling sympathetic, patted his shoulder, and said some comforting words.

He was not good at comforting others, and what he said was the same old cliché.

But Ying Xuan looked at those sparkling peach blossom eyes without blinking, his face was extremely serious, as if he was pricking up his ears, listening to every word.

I can't bear to miss a word.

Su Danchen talked for a long time, feeling a little thirsty, suddenly realized that he and Ying Xuan were the only ones in the hall after being here for so long, and there was no one else around, not even a waiter.

When he asked the question, he got a chuckle from the other party.

"There was only one minister here, and no one else."

Su Danchen didn't show any surprise this time, he looked around and cursed in his heart: You live in a graveyard, who would dare to serve you.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt a cloud of yin running down my back and up to the back of my neck, I couldn't help shrinking my neck, guessing that I was almost done sitting, so I got up to say goodbye.

Ying Xuan sent him out.

After Su Danchen got on the horse, he didn't leave immediately, bent down to feel in the bag hanging on the horse's back, and found an object the size of a vase.

After he threw the round object, it drew a half-arc in the air, and finally landed firmly in Ying Xuan's hand.

Su Danchen said with a smile, "I'll see you off", then he rode away with his whip.

Ying Xuan lowered his head, staring at the plain and delicate bottle in his hand, a tree of golden osmanthus was carefully outlined with fine brushwork on the body of the bottle.

The white bottle of golden osmanthus quietly emits a faint light under the moonlight.

Open it and bring it to the tip of your nose, a sweet aroma of wine hits you.

It is sweet-scented osmanthus wine.

Suddenly remembered that I had inadvertently praised the taste of people.

The mouth of the bottle was brought to his lips, and he took a shallow sip, his lips and teeth were fragrant, and the wine swallowed into his stomach, and his whole stomach felt warm.

Even the long-cold heart felt warm.

He looked at the white jade bottle in his hand, and slightly curled his lips.

Su Danchen walked a hundred zhang away, suddenly gave a "sigh" out of nowhere, stopped his horse and looked back.

Under the cold moonlight, one could faintly see the bright figure standing motionless at the door, staring down at the wine bottle in his hand.

In front of him was a large desolate cemetery, and behind him was an empty house.

A ray of moonlight divided the door of the house into light and dark, and there was a mass of darkness inside the door, like a ghost opening its deep mouth.

He saw him stand silently for a long time, and finally walked into the gaping mouth.

The bright yellow robe disappeared inch by inch, swallowed in the darkness, and was no longer visible.

Su Danchen was stunned for a long time amidst the whimpering wind.

My heart was full and empty.

Mixed feelings, but tasteless.

After staying for a long time, Fang turned his head, kicked his legs lightly, and drove away.

When he returned to the palace, it was already late at night.

As soon as the horseshoe stopped in front of the palace, a young servant came up to meet him, and when he got close, he recognized the man by the moonlight.

"What's the matter?"

He got off his horse and asked.

A Huan took the horse rope handed over, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Lan is here."

Su Danchen was overjoyed when he heard the words, and hurriedly asked: "Where is he?"

"In the study. Not long after you left, Prime Minister Lan came to visit." A Huan glanced at the sky, and added: "Your Highness sent Mr. Ying back to the mansion. Why have you been here for so long? Prime Minister Lan has been waiting for you for a long time gone."

When Su Danchen heard this, he left A Huan and ran straight to the study.

The maids and servants who were busy in the mansion met him and bowed their bodies to pay respects. Just as they bowed their waists, before they could speak, the people running towards him disappeared like a gust of wind.

Su Danchen ran to the front of the study in one breath, his breath a little chaotic, and a thin layer of sweat broke out from his forehead and hair.He didn't care to stop to adjust his breath, and directly opened the door and entered.

The door was ajar, and it opened with a push. The light inside was a little dim, because there was only one oil lamp lit in the room, and beside the oil lamp was sleeping quietly an elegant young man in Tsing Yi, beside the arm supporting his head, keep a book

Opened half of the book.

Su Danchen's heart ached, he walked lightly, walked over on tiptoe, wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, and wrapped him in his arms.

Lan Ziqing only felt a warm body close to her, opened her eyes, and saw that it was him, with a smile on her face, and said softly, "I'm back."

Su Danchen looked at the tiredness on his face, blamed himself, and said hoarsely: "It's all my fault for keeping you waiting."

Lan Ziqing smiled, leaned into his arms, and said softly: "Your Highness left in a hurry that day, and he didn't come to the door today, but are you angry with the minister?"

Su Danchen shook his head, "Why would I be angry with you, you've been so busy these days, I'm afraid I might disturb your case when I come here."

The smile on Lan Ziqing's lips deepened, the lights reflected in his eyes, flickering a blurred soft light, turned his face, pinched his cheek, and sighed softly: "Fool"

In this world, there is nothing more important than you.

Su Danchen held his plain white hand, her bright peach eyes were bent down, showing a sense of grievance.

Lan Ziqing's heart warmed, she took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck, and slowly moved towards him.

Su Danchen understood what he was going to do, Jun blushed, and turned his head away.

When Lan Ziqing saw her, her eyes dimmed, she let go of her hands in a lonely way, and said calmly, "Your Highness still can't accept men."

Hearing his cold voice, Su Danchen's heart was shaken, and she hurriedly turned her face to meet that injured gaze.Panicked, he hugged his waist and bowed his head to kiss him.

The sweet lotus fragrance sweeps the lips and teeth.

Although this kiss was not as lingering and fiery as the previous one, but between lips and teeth, one could clearly feel his hard work and flattery.

Being kissed by him like this, Lan Ziqing's breath became hotter, and she involuntarily wrapped her arms around his neck. When she closed her eyes, a smile flashed in her glistening eyes.

It was clearly a successful snicker.

It wasn't until the two of them could hardly breathe that Su Danchen let him go, and when his lips and teeth parted, there was a trace of bright body fluid.

Su Danchen blushed even more, avoided his gaze, and said in a low voice: "I said before, as long as it's Ziqing, there's nothing wrong with it."

Lan Ziqing smiled as sweetly as honey, looked at him tenderly, and asked the question he had been asking all along: "Why can I be a minister?"

"I-I don't know either."

He also thought about this problem, but every time he couldn't think of a reason.

All he knew was that he was not broken sleeves, but if he could accept Ziqing, he could only accept Lan Ziqing.

It is absolutely impossible to change to another man.

As if reading his thoughts, Lan Ziqing's gaze became softer, kissed the corner of his mouth, and said: "It's not important, it's better for Your Highness to stay by my side."

Seeing his tender and tender appearance, Su Danchen unconsciously skipped two beats, blushing and nodded slightly.

Lan Ziqing's heart felt warm, and there was an unconcealable smile on her lips, she took the initiative to wrap her arms around his waist, and pillowed it on his shoulder.

After lingering together for a long time, Fang reluctantly said: "Your Highness, it's time for me to return home."

"It's so late, Ziqing still plans to go back? Why don't you just stay in the palace, there are so many rooms in the palace."

Lan Ziqing sighed helplessly, "I still have official duties to attend, so I have no choice but to return home."

Su Danchen thought of the scene when he just came in, and felt distressed. With Ziqing's temperament, if he hadn't been really tired, how could he have slept in someone else's study.

This time he came to see him, he must have taken time out of his busy schedule.

Looking at the elegant person in front of him, Su Danchen felt sour and warm in his heart.

"I'll take you back."

Lan Ziqing pressed the person who was about to move, and said, "It's really getting late, Your Highness should rest earlier."

Su Danchen shook his hand and led him out: "I will definitely send you back."

Lan Ziqing knew that this person looked big and transformed, but ten bulls couldn't pull back what had been decided, so he had no choice but to stop objecting and follow him out obediently. Just as he left the door of the study, Su Danchen suddenly After stopping, Lan Ziqing looked suspiciously, only to hear him say: "Ziqing, wait for me a moment." When the words faded away, the person followed.

There was no sound in all directions, only the cold wind could be heard.

Lan Ziqing tightened her robe and stood under the eaves. The night sky above the eaves was endless and deep, and a cold moon hung high in it.

When my body was about to freeze, I felt a sudden weight on my body, the chill dissipated, and I only felt warm.

Looking back, it was Su Danchen who took a sable fur cape and put it on himself.

There was a light and warm smile on his lips, and his ink-dyed eyes were as bright as stars.

With the affectionate eyebrows, it looks really moving.

Su Danchen was fascinated by the beauty, stared blankly for a while, and when he realized it, his heart was beating with thunder, and seeing Lan Ziqing looking at him with a playful smile, his handsome face was slightly embarrassed, showing a tinge of blush.

"Let's go."

After all, he took his hand and walked out of the house.

Lan Ziqing obediently followed behind him, the smile on her lips deepening.

How could he not like such a lovely person.