Your Highness, want to run after flirting?

wow.

Su Danchen, who was so drunk that he was unconscious, was woken up by a cup of cold tea.

Before he had time to figure out what was going on, he saw a jade-like face on the bedside, staring at him indifferently.

His eyebrows and eyes were as cold as ice, and his lips seemed to be mocking but not mocking.

... He couldn't be more familiar with Lan Ziqing's appearance!

When Zhong Ziqing in Lijiu County was pushed by him, when Ziqing in Xiangfu treated him lightly, when Ziqing in Wangfu tied him up.

That's what it looks like!

Su Danchen was so frightened that he almost woke up from the wine in an instant.

"Ziqing..."

"Your Highness's wine, are you awake?"

Lan Ziqing pinched his chin.

The cold fingertips made Su Danchen shiver.

"Ugh..."

Su Danchen nodded hastily, his peach blossom eyes soaked in tea looked both innocent and fearful, like frightened cubs.

"Ziqing... what's wrong with you?"

Lan Ziqing looked at him coldly for a while, and asked without answering, "Your Highness, do you still remember what you promised me this morning?"

what?

Su Danchen tried his best to gather his wandering thoughts.

By the way, he promised Ziqing to return to him immediately after returning to the palace to have a look.

But then...

But he went to the Xunhuan Tower...

Su Danchen felt guilty for a while, and he didn't even care about the cold tea splashed on his face. He put his arms around the slender waist of the person in front of him, "Ziqing, I was wrong, don't be angry."

Yinglang's face had to be raised because of his chin being pinched, and the pure bright and moist peach blossom eyes met the sharp and deep black eyes, and a chill appeared in his heart unconsciously.

"Where did your highness go?"

"Xunhuan Building."

Lan Ziqing narrowed her eyes.

"Who invited your Highness to go to Xun Huan Lou?"

Su Danchen fell silent for a while.

He went to Xunhuanlou at the invitation of his lord, but how could he say such things to Ziqing.

Ziqing seems to dislike Mr. Ying very much. Last time, he just praised Mr. Ying casually, and he almost died of his kiss. And the last time, when Ziqing learned that he was injured because of Mr. Ying, the expression on his face Black as coal, and tied himself up...

Su Danchen couldn't help shivering.

"Who invited your Highness to go to Xun Huan Lou?"

Lan Ziqing asked again, slowly increasing the force in his hand, Su Danchen's peach blossom eyes were watery from the pain, and he felt that his jaw was about to be crushed by him.

"No one invited!"

In the blink of an eye, Su Danchen blurted out as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

"No one invited me, I went to Xunhuanlou by myself." He looked at Lan Ziqing's face, and said cautiously: "I passed by Xunhuanlou today, so I went in to see Miss Hanyan..."

Lan Ziqing lowered her eyelashes, quietly listening to his "explanation", the last gleam of hope in her eyes was silently extinguished.

After Su Danchen finished explaining in a panic, he moved his pale lips and said slowly, "So Your Highness went to see Miss Hanyan."

Those dark black eyes were deep and heavy, and a thin layer of ice formed at the bottom of the eyes, and there was bottomless darkness under the ice.

"The subject thought that His Highness went to the banquet of Lord Ying again."

Su Danchen's face froze, and after a while, he twitched the corners of his mouth competently, "Why, how could it be, didn't Ziqing tell me not to associate with Mr. Ying, so why would I dare?"

"That's right, I want Your Highness to never have any contact with Ying Xuan." Lan Ziqing nodded, pinching his chin and stroking his black and soft hair. After silently stroking for a moment, she murmured: "Why does Your Highness always refuse to listen to the minister's words?"

The tone is ethereal and light, as if it came from afar

Like asking and sighing, I don't know how much disappointment it contains.

Su Danchen's heart fell into the abyss.

He asked in panic, "You know everything?"

Lan Ziqing looked at him sympathetically, "His Highness mistook this minister for Ying Xuan after he was drunk."

"Ziqing, listen to my explanation!"

Lan Ziqing laughed softly, the laughter was so cold that Su Danchen's heart trembled violently, the comforting movements behind his back continued, and an indifferent and soft voice came from above his head, "I just want to ask Your Highness, Will His Highness completely break off contact with Ying Xuan?"

"I……"

Su Danchen was in a dilemma for a moment.

Mr. Ying is his friend, it would be too disrespectful for him to stop dealing with him because of this.

Lan Ziqing saw his hesitation in her eyes, her black eyes were full of gloomyness, but she didn't make any movement, waiting patiently for him to speak.

After waiting for a long time, he finally opened his mouth.

"Master Ying is a good man, Ziqing, you must have misunderstood him..."

Lan Ziqing suppressed his anger, pinched his chin fiercely, and stared at him coldly with his dark eyes, "Your Highness would rather betray your minister than break the relationship with Ying Xuan?"

"It hurts...Ziqing...let go..."

Let go?

He asked him to let go?

dream!

These two words are like the last grass that crushes the camel, the last drop of oil that contributes to the raging fire, and burns Lan Ziqing's reason to death in a destructive gesture.

Turn around.

Su Danchen felt a force of gravity pushing him onto the bed. When he realized it, Lan Ziqing was pulling his belt and binding his hands.

How can you not be familiar with this situation? !

"Ziqing, what are you doing!"

"stop it now!"

The wrist struggled violently.

Lan Ziqing's dark eyes darkened, she clasped his hand firmly, her lips pressed against her beautifully curved auricle, and said a few words coldly.

"I want to ask Princess Chaole to choose a marriage partner, what do you think, Your Highness?"

The wrist suddenly stopped struggling.

Su Danchen's heart was completely cold like falling into an ice hole.

Ziqing... actually threatened herself with this!

Without Su Danchen's struggle, Lan Ziqing easily tied his hands to the head of the bed, and he pressed a kiss on his soft lips as if to reward him, before he finished, he gave a low laugh, "Okay good."

The tone is light and soft, almost like a whisper between lovers.

If Su Danchen hadn't seen clearly the crazy light dancing in his eyes, he might really have thought that he was joking with him.

At this moment, Lan Ziqing was terrifying like never before.

Su Danchen's voice trembled.

"You you you... what do you want?"

Lan Ziqing slightly hooked her lips.

"What do you want... I just want to keep His Highness by my side."

The white fingertips delicately scratched the pair of peach blossom eyes that made him obsessed, and the too cold temperature caused the people under him to shudder continuously.

Ever since he heard that Yingxuan had the intention of seizing the pearl, he was always worried and cautious, for fear that if he was not careful, the precious pearl would fall into someone else's pocket.

Watch out again and again every day.

She tried every means to keep him by her side, tried every means to prevent him from interacting with Ying Xuan.

He dared not take his eyes off him even an inch.

Still useless!

I turned around, holding the pearl on the tip of my heart, and I couldn't wait to fly to the person who snatched the pearl again!

Even for that despicable bead grabber, she didn't hesitate to lie to him!

The elegant face became distorted in vain.

Seeing him like this, Su Danchen was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and quickly said: "But I'm already by your side."

Lan Ziqing shook his head, "Your Highness is not only surrounded by ministers, but also Ying Xuan, Liu Hanyan, and even Yunmo." Fingertips caressed his soft and plump lips with the utmost tenderness and affection.

His gaze became very familiar, until Su Danchen was stared into hairs all over by him, then he opened his mouth softly and murmured: "I have to force His Highness to stay by my side."

"You want to imprison me?"

Taohua's eyes were full of astonishment.

Lan Ziqing didn't answer, just smiled lightly.

The elegant brows are full of madness.

The night is cold as water.

The palace was brightly lit, and the courtyard smelled of alcohol.

Empty wine jars rolled all over the floor.

Every time the maids and servants in the mansion pass by the courtyard, they can't help but stop and look at the figure who has been drunk for the past few days, sighing again and again.

It's just that due to my humble status, it was difficult to go forward to comfort her, so after sighing, she had to leave in a hurry.

After several visits to the entire palace, the only one who is qualified to comfort him is Feng Bo, the old housekeeper of the palace.

"Little master, what's wrong with you?"

Su Danchen raised his dim and drunken eyes, and hiccupped, "Uncle Feng..."

Seeing that he wanted to drink more, Feng Bo sighed and grabbed the wine jar in his hand, "Young master, why didn't you go to the prime minister's mansion these few days, but drank so much wine here instead?"

Su Danchen's hand tightly hugging the wine jar froze, and Feng Bo easily took the wine jar away.

Xiangfu...Ziqing...

No, he doesn't want to go to the prime minister's mansion, Ziqing... he's crazy.

He tied his hands, threatened himself with Sister Yun, and imprisoned him... imprisoned.

In desperation, I had no choice but to touch his acupoints and run away.

The more he thought about it, the worse his head hurt, like a ferocious beast stretching out its sharp and vicious claws, viciously tearing the chilling images in his mind to shreds.

He drank too much alcohol, was too drunk, and his mind was so dazed that he couldn't tell whether all this was reality or just a dream?

Those deep and indifferent eyes, those eyes that were so cold that there was no warmth, were so real.

No matter how much alcohol he drank, it never went away.

"Uncle Feng...you give me back the wine..."

Get up drunkenly to grab the wine jar.

Seeing his appearance, Feng Bo couldn't help sighing again, and lifted the wine jar high above the top to prevent him from snatching it.

"Little master, did you have a conflict with Lan Xiang? If you have anything to say, you might as well make it clear in person. Why bother drinking here by yourself?"

Feng Bo persuaded.

His blushing face darkened from drinking.

Su Danchen sat back down, smiled wryly and shook his head, "Uncle Feng, you don't understand, Ziqing...his temperament is really weird, he still smiles at one moment, and turns cold the next. Talking to him is always cautious, for fear of making him unhappy, but this time he...he actually..."

Su Danchen bit her lip, "He's so moody, unpredictable...it really scares me."

The old man on the opposite side did not reply for a long time, but his eyes fell behind Su Danchen, with a shocked expression on his face.

"Lan Xiang..."

Su Danchen was shocked all over.

Turning around in panic, Lan Ziqing stood behind him expressionlessly.

Those dark eyes were deep and cold, with no light or shadow at the bottom of them, they were as dark as an abyss.

"Ziqing...you, you are here..."

Su Danchen had never been so flustered like now, almost stumbling towards him.

Feng Bo stepped back tactfully.

"...You, how much have you heard..."

The slightly plump lips trembled uncontrollably.

Lan Ziqing looked at the startled person in front of him, his eyes were even calm, and he said calmly: "Your Highness's comments to the subject are not more than a word."

"No...it's not like this...you listen to my explanation!"

Lan Ziqing didn't speak again, but just stared at him indifferently, as if waiting for his explanation.

"me……"

The anxious look on his face, the panic in Taohua's eyes, but he hesitated for a long time, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Can't say a word of justification.

He obviously had a thousand words to say, but his throat was so dry and sore, as if someone had sprinkled a handful of poison on it.

Couldn't even say a word of apology.

Lan Ziqing saw his appearance in his eyes, and smiled slowly, his eyes were filled with night, lonely and dark.

"It turns out that in His Highness's heart, I am such a moody, eccentric person."

After saying such a sentence, he looked up at the deep night with a somewhat dazed expression.

The night is so beautiful.

At the beginning, on such a beautiful moonlit night, this person brought a basket of sand dates, blinked a pair of pure and innocent peach blossom eyes like a young deer, and took the initiative to hold his hand.

A slender hand like jade stopped lonely in mid-air.

It was cold and windy.

This time, no one shook hands happily.

The night wind poured into the robe, and it was bitingly cold.

Ziqing is moody and unpredictable, and his temperament is really weird.

Ah.

Cool night, cold stars, reflected in those black eyes surrounded by a thin layer of water mist.

Lan Ziqing slowly withdrew her pale hands that were almost bloodless, looked at the person in front of him who was about to bite his lips to bleed, gently curled his lips, and said with a smile: "Your Highness, I will take my leave."

The tone was light and light, as if a goose feather-like snow fell from the sky.

When the falling snow completely dissipated into the dust, the courtyard was empty, only Su Danchen was still biting his lip.