Your Highness, want to run after flirting?

Lan Ziqing's heart tightened, and she hurriedly asked A Huan for details.

A Huan was panicked, her speech became stammered, and she lost her mind. Lan Ziqing frowned and listened to his words, but she still managed to figure it out.

It turned out that at today's Chenshi, Su Danchen saw that the imperial concubine's complexion had improved a lot, and left Chenxia Palace with a sentence of "Take care of me", and went out of the palace. Who would have thought that after Xushi's departure, she still hadn't turned back, A Huan was worried , went to the Prime Minister's Mansion and the Prince's Mansion one after another to find people, and the servants in both the Prime Minister's Mansion and the Prince's Mansion said that they had never seen His Highness before, and then A Huan became flustered. Thinking of His Highness's loss of soul due to General Yin Ting's incident recently, she was even more worried. , and hurried to find Lan Ziqing.

Lan Ziqing frowned and asked, "Have you ever gone to Xun Huan Building to find someone?"

A Huan nodded like pounding garlic.

"The servant has already been to the Xunhuan Tower, but His Highness is not there."

Lan Ziqing pondered for a moment, then said: "Your Highness can't let go of the death of General Yin Ting, and it is very likely that he drank in a certain winery. You can take a few people to a nearby winery to have a look."

Ah Huan made a promise, turned and left in a hurry.

Lan Ziqing walked a few steps in the courtyard with a heavy expression, and suddenly thought of something, a gleam of light flashed in his ink eyes, and then left.

The night is cold as water.

At that time, the lights are quiet and the night market will be closed.

On the busiest street in Xunyang City, various vendors collected their goods one after another. After chatting with their neighbors, they went back.

A few lush green bamboos were planted at the end of the street. Under the bright lamp post, the shadows of the mottled and interlaced bamboo leaves were projected on a blue robe.

The middle-aged woman selling rouge and gouache saw through the gap between the bamboo leaves, looking at the young man in blue robe sitting alone under the lamp not far away, holding his knees and not moving, and sighed: "Look at that young man, since the morning He just sat there and hasn't left until now, sitting for a whole day."

The man who sold musical instruments was sorting out the goods and said, "I think that young master is waiting for someone, but I don't know who he is waiting for." He stopped tidying up and glanced at the blue-robed man hidden between the bamboo leaves. Sighing: "I didn't come so late, I'm afraid I won't come."

After the two shook their heads and sighed, they packed up their belongings and left separately.

This bustling and lively street suddenly became empty and deserted.

There is only a place with accumulated water and clear water, and the shadows of bamboos cross each other.

Su Danchen beside the lamppost sat alone in the desolation with her knees hugged, her peach blossom eyes were full of lonely lights, she didn't know what she was looking at, her eyes seemed lost or sad.

In front of him is the vast night, behind him are the shadows of bamboos, sitting under the half-lit lamppost, the shadows of bamboos are covered in his robes, he is truly lonely.

After a while, there were rustling footsteps on the quiet street.

The visitor stopped beside Su Danchen, and looked at the young man in blue robe sitting with his knees curled up in front of him in a very complicated way, his elegant eyebrows and eyes were full of distress.

Su Danchen's eyelashes trembled slightly. He noticed the person coming, but he didn't turn his head to look. He still kept the posture of embracing his knees, looking calmly at the dark night ahead, and said softly: "Ziqing, look here, That's where Uncle Yin found me."

Lan Ziqing's face showed bitterness, he didn't know what to say, and at this moment he heard his soft murmur as if recalling.

"Back then, I got separated from Uncle Yin and sat under the lamppost crying. Later, when Uncle Yin found me, he saw the tears on my face and made fun of me for being unmanly."

Su Danchen lowered his head and buried his face in his knees, a muffled voice came from below.

"Actually, I was really scared back then, afraid that Uncle Yin would not find me... Fortunately, I waited for less than half an hour, and Uncle Yin found me, but today, I waited here for a whole day, and he also I was not found."

"...he will never find me again."

His voice was hoarse.

Lan Ziqing looked at the man curled up in front of him, and his heart ached so badly that he almost couldn't help but want to tell him the truth.

Yin Ting is not dead.

But reason does not allow him to do so.

Although my heart hurts like a knife, I wish I could tell him everything, I just hope to subtract half of this person's sadness.

When he really opened his mouth, he called out palely and feebly.

"Your Highness..."

He closed his eyes painfully.

……can not say.

Knowing the truth, how could the crown prince let him go.

Knowing the truth, will he... hate... the self who is manipulating everything behind the scenes...

Lan Ziqing's heart skipped a beat, and she felt a deep panic.

He is a counselor in the world of mental calculations, and he has always been indifferent and calm in his dealings with people, as if everything is clear in his heart, and he has never been so afraid.

One thing about love, even he can't understand it.

He dared not gamble, nor could he gamble.

Lan Ziqing clenched her fist tightly, her pale fingertips pinched tightly into her palm.

After half a sound, he finally let go weakly.

He stared at the blue-robed youth with his knees tucked in front of him.

Pale and cold hands gently pressed his trembling shoulders.

"Your Highness, the deceased is dead..."

After these six words, there was nothing to say.

Naturally, he could say a bunch of comforting words, and when the words really reached his mouth, all of them turned into pieces of sharp and sharp knives, which cut his throat so painfully that he couldn't speak a word.

Su Danchen didn't know what he was thinking at the moment, felt the unusual coldness of the hand on his shoulder, and thought that he made Ziqing worry again.

Slowly holding that hand, raised his head, when he saw that haggard and pale jade-like face, he felt a pain in his heart.

She bit her lip and remained silent for a long time, as if she had made up her mind, she said softly with red eyes: "Ziqing, don't worry, I won't be sad anymore, I still want to take care of my concubine... take care of you..."

Lan Ziqing's heart became hot, and her voice became hoarse.

"Your Highness..."

There was a layer of water in the ink eyes, and it was hard to see whether it was tears or something else.

I only know that Zhang Ruyu's face is indescribably complicated, the expression is intertwined with great sadness and joy, and the light and shadow in the dark eyes change violently, it is really weird.

Before Su Danchen could see clearly, Lan Ziqing embraced him tightly.

The force was so great that Su Danchen was almost strangled so hard that he couldn't breathe.

Su Danchen and Lan Ziqing have been dating for so long, naturally they hugged countless times, but never once, they were so vicious and domineering as they are now, as if they couldn't wait to declare their sovereignty.

Lan Ziqing looked at the person who was obediently hugging her back in his arms, his eyes became firmer little by little.

Since the truth will hurt him, never let him know the truth.