Your Highness, want to run after flirting?

Just after Shenshi, there was a patter of rain in Xunyang City.

Ah San fell asleep at the door of the study, the coolness brought by the wind and rain crawled into his neck like ants.He sneezed slightly, hugged himself and changed his position, and continued to sleep.

Su Danchen saw Ah San's series of movements with a smile, stepped over the servant who was almost sleeping in a ball, and walked inside.

When he raised his eyes, he saw Lan Ziqing wearing Qingdai clothes and holding a wooden scroll in his hand.

The whole person, so elegant and delicate, almost melted into the indigo color.

Su Danchen stood still, and swallowed back the name called the exit.

The most undisturbed beauty is reading.

After thinking about it, he turned and closed the door of the study.

Lan Ziqing heard the slight noise, and thought it was Ah San who came in, without raising his eyelids, he said calmly, "Add some tea."

The person who came in was stunned, then smiled and picked up the copper pot warmed by charcoal fire at his feet, slowly poured hot water into the bottomless white greasy tea cup, and put the copper pot back to its original place when it was done .

"Ziqing, be careful of the hot tea."

Seeing that Lan Ziqing had already picked up the teacup, he couldn't help reminding him.

Lan Ziqing paused and looked around.

Under the case, I saw Su Danchen standing with a smile on his face.

Lan Ziqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, she put down the teacup, and got up to leave the case.

"I see Your Highness."

As he spoke, he wanted to salute.

Before he bowed down, he was stopped by the person in front of him.

"What is Ziqing doing? I didn't say I didn't want you to salute me."

Lan Ziqing straightened up, her brows pale.

"The gift cannot be neglected."

"Rites are dead, but people are alive. Between you and me, how can there be so many vain rituals." Su Danchen took a step forward and said softly.

"When you and I meet in private in the future, Ziqing will stop bowing to me." Lowering his head, he whispered in Lan Ziqing's ear again: "Every time you bow and salute, my heart aches."

The word distressed is intimate but not intimate.

There was also a serious look in those sparkling and wet peach eyes, and there was no hint of joking at all.

Lan Ziqing smiled helplessly.

Whether this person did it intentionally or by nature, how could such a thing be said to a man.

How can you tell him.

He is... broken sleeve.

Lan Ziqing's thoughts darkened, and she didn't dare to answer any more, she took a step back and said, "I mistook His Highness for a servant in the house, and I hope His Highness will forgive me."

Su Danchen waved his hands, not caring at all: "Such a trivial matter is nothing to worry about."

"I don't know why His Highness came here."

"How come people in Xiang's mansion ask me why I came here. Could it be that I can't come to see you because of something else?"

Su Danchen pulled up Lan Ziqing's sleeve, pursed his mouth.

Seeing his appearance, Lan Ziqing smiled in his heart.

"It is an honor for Your Highness to set foot in the Prime Minister's Mansion."

"Ziqing said that only because I am the prince."

Su Danchen's eyes dimmed.

Suddenly softening her mind, Lan Ziqing added softly: "It's Ziqing's good fortune that His Highness is willing to come."

Not a minister, but Ziqing.

Lan Ziqing has always called herself a minister before the king, and has never called herself Ziqing.

Su Danchen naturally knew this, and with a satisfied expression on his face, he let Lan Ziqing go.

"However, I have something to do when I come today." He took out an invitation card with red skin and dark lines from his pocket, and added: "Grandpa asked me to send it, saying that he wants to entertain you."

Lan Ziqing took the invitation, opened it and took a look.

"That's fine, why did Grandpa invite you to a banquet?"

Lan Ziqing smiled but said nothing.

Sima Li got such a big advantage, how could he not hold a banquet to thank him.If he goes to the banquet, Sima Li can take advantage of the situation to get some news, and secondly, he can act for others to watch.Especially for Grand Master Chao Song.Let him mistakenly think that he, Lan Ziqing, has chosen the Sima clan.

Lan Ziqing lowered her eyes, her pupils were faint.

Sure enough, he is a wily and calculating old fox.

Seeing Lan Ziqing staring at the invitation in silence, Su Danchen seemed to understand something, raised his hand, and took the red-skinned invitation with dark patterns in his hand.

Lan Ziqing looked slightly surprised, but saw that Su Danchen had torn the invitation in half and threw it into the wastebasket.

"What is the meaning of this, Your Highness?"

"Ziqing, I don't know how to be an official. I don't understand why Grandpa suddenly invited you to a banquet. But if you hesitated for so long, there must be no good banquet, so you don't need to go."

Obviously a pair of seductive peach blossom eyes, but they couldn't be more serious looking at Lan Ziqing.

There was crisp and warm smoke in the room, and that thin wisp of warm smoke seemed to turn into a warm air, penetrating into Lan Ziqing's heart.

As a result, the whole heart became crisp and warm.

Lan Ziqing warmed his gaze, and asked softly: "If I don't go to the banquet, how should Your Highness reply to the old scholar?"

"I just said that I lost the invitation and didn't send it to your house." Su Danchen rolled his eyes, "Don't worry, Ziqing, at worst, he will be scolded by grandpa."

Sima Li wanted to host a banquet, so how could he give up so easily because of your few words.

Still such a simple mind.

Lan Ziqing's lips pursed into a curved arc.

When Su Danchen saw him, he just thought he was grateful for his actions, so he held up a pair of bright peach blossom eyes and said righteously: "Ziqing don't need to thank me, if Grandpa makes things difficult for you, I will never help him. "

Lan Ziqing's clear eyes moved softly, as if hiding a trace of Jiangnan smoke.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your kindness."

Lan Ziqing originally had an elegant appearance, but now she has added tenderness and tenderness, which is extremely touching.

Su Danchen looked at it, but was dumbfounded again.

He had never seen such a gentle Lan Ziqing.

People say that Lan Xiang is gentle and elegant, and people are as light as chrysanthemums.Ziqing is indeed gentle in his dealings with others, and he is always indifferent in dealing with the world.

But these have nothing to do with tenderness.

It seemed that Ziqing didn't treat him like he treated others, seemingly gentle but actually alienated.

This shows that in Ziqing's heart, he is different from others.

Su Danchen felt relieved when he thought of this, he wished he could hug Lan Ziqing, and shouted: You finally treat me differently.

He regards Lan Ziqing as his best friend, thinking of him in everything, and thinking about everything for him.Now that his efforts have finally paid off, and he finally regards him as a friend, how can he be unhappy and uncomfortable.

If Lan Ziqing knew what was going on in his heart, he might be annoyed again.

Your Highness, do you know that men in this world are not just friends, brothers.You know that Han breaks his sleeves, and Wei divides peaches.

Chunliang is like Su Danchen, so naturally he doesn't know.

He only thought that the reason he liked being close to Lan Ziqing so much was because he regarded him as a good teacher and helpful friend.

Although he understood, Lan Ziqing never regarded him as a friend.

But now it's completely different.

Su Danchen's joy was written all over his face.

"Prime Minister, it's time for dinner."

The room was silent for a moment, Ah San walked in and spoke.

"It's so late, so I won't disturb Ziqing's meal and leave." After saying goodbye, he didn't move at all, only looking at Lan Ziqing expectantly with his bright peach blossom eyes.

Looking at his earnest eyes, Lan Ziqing smiled in his heart.

He calculated the world in his mind, how could he fail to understand his thoughts.

"It's getting late, if His Highness does not give up, please have some food at the residence."

"That couldn't be better."

Su Danchen's bright eyes were filled with a smile.

The night sky looks extraordinarily clear after being washed by the rain.

A full moon hangs high in the sky.

The moonlight is like silver gauze, enveloping Meilin lightly.

In the center of Merlin, leave an open space the size of a pavilion.Lampposts were placed at the four corners of the open space, and the orange light and shadow came out from the lamp veil and cast on a low stone coffee table.

On the coffee table, there are a few light and delicious side dishes and two sets of bowls and chopsticks.

Beside him, two figures, one blue and one blue, sat facing each other.

The evening breeze was blowing, slightly brushing the hair of the two of them.

This was originally the place where Lan Ziqing and his friends brewed tea and discussed the Tao. It was only because of Su Danchen's suggestion that the lampposts at the four corners were lit up and the food was temporarily moved to the

this.

Su Danchen looked at those few dishes, but Yinglang's face darkened.

"Your Highness, the food in Fuchu is not to your liking."

Lan Ziqing stopped her chopsticks and said calmly.

"No, no." Su Danchen quickly denied, and then said with a gloomy brow: "I'm just worried about you."

"Oh? What do you mean by that?"

Su Danchen picked up his chopsticks and pointed to the food on the stone surface, "Poria cocos is added to the clear porridge, and Atractylodes macrocephala and Radix Ginseng are also added to this pigeon soup. These kinds of medicinal materials are all for nourishing the stomach. Ordinary people don't take it like this. Only people with stomach cold and weak will take this kind of medicine

meal. "

This person is so thoughtful.

Lan Ziqing asked with a gentle smile, "How did Your Highness know all this?"

"I learned it on purpose. The girl Hanyan is not in good health. If she eats a little spicy food, she will have a stomachache. I want to learn some medicinal food so that I can recuperate her body..."

Was it his illusion? Ziqing's face seemed to be getting colder and colder.He hardly dared to say the last few words.

Could it be that he said something wrong?

With the lights on quietly, Lan Ziqing put down the bowl and chopsticks, leaned back slightly, and hid his face in the mottled tree shadows.

A voice as cold as water slowly sounded.

"The Hanyan girl His Highness is talking about is Liu Hanyan, the famous oiran lady in Xunyang."

Hearing Liu Hanyan mentioned, Su Danchen's eyes brightened.

"Miss Hanyan is not an ordinary brothel girl. She is affectionate and righteous, has both talent and appearance, and is more gentle and considerate. She is a rare woman."

Under the shadow of the lamp, his eyes were blurred, as if he was recalling the past.

Lan Ziqing half-closed her eyes, and slowly closed her long, white hands into a fist, pinching her fingertips into her palm.

After a while, Fang spread his palms and spoke lightly.

"Since that's the case, why doesn't His Highness stay by the beauty's side?"

Su Danchen smiled mischievously, and perfunctorily went over with a haha, and glanced at Lan Ziqing, who always had a faint smile on his face.

Something seems to be wrong.

He couldn't tell what was wrong, but he had a vague perception in his heart.

He shouldn't have mentioned the smoking girl.

At least, it shouldn't be mentioned in front of Ziqing.

The two were speechless for a while, only the sound of the wind whimpered in their ears.

The dishes are already cold.

"Ziqing, I'll make you a medicinal meal tomorrow, okay?"

A gust of wind blew past, blowing the candles flickering out.The faint light in Su Danchen's eyes also jumped.He smiled and said flatteringly.

Seeing his appearance, Lan Ziqing couldn't bear to refuse.Some rhetoric was held and held in the mouth, changed and changed, and then he said it lightly.

"Thank you, Your Highness."