Your Highness, want to run after flirting?

The scorching breath entered his ears, Lan Ziqing's bright black pupils slowly enlarged, and he looked at the handsome young man with red ears in disbelief.

"Your Highness... don't you mind men anymore..."

His voice was almost trembling.

Su Danchen shook his head, stared at him very seriously with bright peach eyes, and said, "As long as it's Ziqing, there's nothing wrong with it."

"Ziqing, I want you..."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to undo the cloud buttons on his robe one by one.

He lowered his head and kissed Lan Ziqing's beautiful lips. For the first time, he took the initiative in the kiss between two people, and gently entered into the softness. His pink tongue was immediately hooked by another smooth and tender tongue, and he licked it like two Spirit snakes chasing each other are generally tightly entwined.

Lips and teeth intertwined, endlessly lingering.

The familiar scent of green lotus permeates the entire mouth.

Su Danchen used to not be able to resist this smell, but he always had some resistance in his heart, but now he is full of satisfaction and sweetness.

This is Ziqing's taste.

Qinglianxiang that belongs exclusively to Ziqing.

The breath of the two of them was getting hotter, and just when they were in a state of confusion, A Huan's anxious voice suddenly came from outside.

"Your Highness is ill! There is news from the palace that the imperial concubine is suddenly seriously ill!"

"how so!"

Su Danchen was like being splashed with a basin of ice water, all lust disappeared, and worry and panic appeared on Yinglang's face.

He wished he could rush into the palace to visit the imperial concubine immediately, but it was really not good to leave Lan Ziqing here alone, he was in a dilemma, and looked at him eagerly with a pair of peach blossom eyes.

Lan Ziqing knew what he was thinking, she pursed her lips lightly, stretched out her hand to pinch his cheek, and said softly: "Your Highness, don't worry about me, let's go to the palace to see the imperial concubine."

Su Danchen's brows and eyes were moved, and said: "Ziqing, you go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion first. If the mother and concubine are all right, I will come to the Prime Minister's Mansion to look for you soon."

Lan Ziqing nodded slightly.

Su Danchen got up with a grunt, hurriedly ran out, ran back after less than two steps, kissed Lan Ziqing heavily on the cheek, and then left.

Lan Ziqing looked at the back of him leaving, and there was a softness in his eyes. He stretched out his hand to caress the place on his face where he had just kissed, and sighed slightly in his heart.

pity.

After sitting for a while, he straightened his messy clothes, then got up and walked outside.

After the two left, there was only Kazuki full of red silk fluttering in the wind in the empty small garden, and the wind chimes under the red silk made a pleasant sound of "jingle, clang, clang".

After Lan Ziqing returned to the prime minister's mansion, Ah San, a young servant in the mansion, came up to meet him, holding a snow-white pigeon in his hand, and said, "Prime Minister, this pigeon came from nowhere and landed on the ground. In your yard."

Lan Ziqing's eyes changed, but his expression remained calm, he made up an excuse, took the pigeon, and sent Ah San away.

When I came to the quiet and deserted courtyard, I took out a piece of white paper from the letter box tied to the pigeon's leg, and slowly opened it.

I don't know what was written on it, but after he finished reading it, his face changed in shock, and the light in his black eyes fluctuated and repeated violently.

Hold the white paper tightly in the palm of your hand.

After releasing the pigeons, he stood quietly beside the rose for a while, his dark eyes darkened, and he called for a servant.

"Ah San, prepare the sedan chair."

In the evening, Su Danchen returned to the prime minister's mansion, laying his head obediently on Lan Ziqing's lap, and asked, "Ziqing, are you really going somewhere to worship your ancestors?"

At Youshi today, Xiang Lan suddenly entered the palace, and the news that he asked Emperor Yang to allow him to return to his hometown to worship his ancestors has already spread.

When Su Danchen heard it, he was really surprised.

How come I never heard Ziqing mention it?

After visiting the imperial concubine and empress, he made sure that the imperial concubine was fine, and immediately came to the prime minister's mansion to ask the questions in his heart.

Lan Ziqing sighed heavily in her heart, and gave a soft "en".

Today he received a letter from the crown prince, saying that the crown prince was seriously injured by the authorities in Tianxia City, and he is still in a coma.

If something happens to the prince, the consequences will be disastrous.

He has to go somewhere.

Su Danchen saw his preoccupied appearance, although he was curious, he didn't ask any more questions, put his arms around his waist, but stared at the bright lamp on the desk, and said: "In a short while, it will be New Year's Day, That day is my birthday, and I want to spend it with Ziqing."

After she finished speaking, she buried her head in Lan Ziqing's green robe, and her ears were slightly red.

Lan Ziqing was startled, and suddenly remembered that his birthday happened to be the first day of the first lunar month, her lips curled up, her eyes softened, she reached out to caress his back, and said tenderly and solemnly: "Don't worry, Your Highness." , the minister will definitely come back before then to spend his birthday with His Highness."

The person in his arms arched his belly coquettishly, and responded softly.

The next day, the servants in the mansion packed up their luggage and started on the road.

Before leaving, Su Danchen took Lan Ziqing's hand and said reluctantly: "If my concubine mother is not sick, I have to stay and take care of her, otherwise I really want to go with you, Ziqing."

Lan Ziqing smiled lightly, and softly told him to stay in the palace with peace of mind and not to go to the place of fireworks.

Su Danchen responded one by one.

When the two were about to part, Lan Ziqing suddenly felt an inexplicable panic in his heart. He stopped in front of the carriage, turned around and called out, "Your Highness."

Su Danchen looked at him puzzled.

Lan Ziqing looked at the handsome face in front of him, the innocent peach blossom eyes wet like a young deer, the panic in his heart filled like fog, but he didn't know where the panic came from.

"Ziqing, what's wrong with you? Your complexion suddenly turned sour."

Su Danchen looked worried.

Lan Ziqing hurriedly said nothing, clenched his fists, and said repeatedly: "Your Highness must remember what I said, and wait for my return in the palace with peace of mind. You must not go to the place of pleasure."

Su Danchen was amused by his nervous appearance, "Did Ziqing forget that I haven't been to the place of fireworks for a long time." Seeing that he was always frowning, he put his arms around his waist and put his forehead against his face. Er, said affectionately: "Ziqing, you have to trust me."

Having said that, Lan Ziqing was still worried, "If Mr. Ying comes back early..."

Before he finished speaking, Su Danchen bit his lip "hardly".

"I have already promised you not to see him again, so I will keep my promise." Looking at the elegant person in front of him in puzzlement, he asked, "Ziqing, what happened to you today?"

Lan Ziqing also felt that she was overreacting, she curled her lips like a self-deprecating, and said softly: "I'm going to say goodbye to Your Highness, I'm always worried."

"So, you should come back early."

The two hugged each other for a long time before parting reluctantly.

Lan Ziqing stepped into the carriage, the wheels rolled, and drove away.

The orange-clothed woman holding the snow-colored damask maid's fan looked at the back of the carriage leaving, and stood by the window in front of her. The man in gold and black clothes said: "Master, Lan Ziqing left Xunyang because we got rid of Su Su. Great opportunity for Dan Chen."

The air was silent for a while, and then a deep and cold voice sounded.

"Who said that I want to get rid of him."

The speaker's face was covered with a silver unicorn mask, and it was hard to see what it looked like. Under the mask, only beautifully curved thin lips and a pair of very unusual golden pupils were exposed.

Qiu Niang was stunned for a moment, and said cautiously: "Could it be that the master is thinking about the old love... and can't bear to do it?"

Jin Tong glanced coldly, and Qiuniang immediately fell to her knees in fright, and hurriedly said: "This subordinate is talkative, master atones!"

"This matter is my own measure, you don't have to worry about it."

After saying this sentence, there was no sound in the room, Qiuniang raised her eyes cautiously, her eyes were empty, and there was no one else around.

Qiuniang heaved a long sigh of relief, thinking to herself, she never thought that her master's martial arts had already reached the state of perfection.

She looked out of the window, the street was bustling, but there was no trace of the carriage.

No.

Even if the master cares about friendship and refuses to do anything, she will remove the obstacle of the third prince for the master.

Even if the master punishes her, she will not regret her death.

The delicate face with heavy makeup became chilling.