Your Highness, want to run after flirting?

"Free, free..."

Su Danchen's hand holding the umbrella froze, peach-blossom eyes looked worriedly at the man standing in the rain, the purple and gold official robe was completely wet, bit his lips, took his hand, and handed over the umbrella in his hand.

I turned and left silently in the heavy rain.

There was a calm voice behind him.

"Since Your Highness has already severed his friendship with the minister, why should he come to control the minister's life and death again?"

Su Danchen stopped in his tracks, froze for a while, and said in a low voice: "You clearly know...I can't bear to..."

A look of surprise flashed across Lan Ziqing's motu, and she chased after her with an umbrella, "If that's the case, why would Your Highness..."

The words were interrupted by Su Danchen's dull voice.

"But I can't forgive you either...you are so cruel to kill Hanyan girl..."

Lan Ziqing's dark eyes looked at him with complicated eyes. After hesitating for a long time, Ling lips slowly said, "The person who forced Liu Hanyan to death was not the minister, but you, Your Highness."

"What did you say?"

Su Danchen looked at him in disbelief.

Lan Ziqing looked at him and sighed with pity.

"If it wasn't for His Highness's reckless proposal in front of the imperial court, how could it have provoked the anger of Long Yan, the Holy One, and insisted on killing Liu Hanyan."

"You bullshit!"

Su Danchen's face turned pale in an instant, and his moist and plump lips trembled, "Father...Father wouldn't be so cruel..."

Lan Ziqing saw his appearance and felt pain in his heart.

He had already expected that once the truth behind this was exposed, it would definitely cause him grief and pain. If it was not a last resort, how could he bear to watch him suffer.

So far, he has to say.

"Your Highness, Your Majesty is not only your father, but also the king of this country. How can a majestic king of a country tolerate the royal family being entangled with a lowly brothel girl, making the world laugh at him?"

The eyes that stared at him became so soft, but the words that came out were so ruthless.

"No matter what, Liu Hanyan will definitely die, I just became that person."

a bolt from the blue!

Su Danchen froze in place for a while as if struck by lightning.

Rainwater was all over his face and body, and it was icy cold. The chill came out from the soles of his feet and went straight into his internal organs.

Lan Ziqing's heartless words kept echoing in his ears.

No matter what, Liu Hanyan will surely die.

The person who killed Hanyan girl was you, Your Highness.

The heartache was so painful that I almost lost consciousness, and I couldn't recover for a long time.

He was the one who killed the smoking girl...

Seeing him in such pain, Lan Ziqing felt uncomfortable, sighed, and stepped forward with an umbrella to shield him from the rain.

Su Danchen's absent-minded peach blossom eyes reflected a purple-gold clothing shadow, he suddenly came to his senses, a burst of intense brilliance burst out from his peach blossom eyes, and he grabbed Lan Ziqing's sleeves as if grasping the last straw, his mind sank. Pleading upside down: "Ziqing, with your wisdom, you can definitely save Hanyan girl! Please save her!"

Lan Ziqing's heart ached, she stretched out her hand to caress his face pitifully, her eyes became more pitiful, and she sighed: "Your Highness is wrong, I am just an ordinary person, not a god."

"Do not……"

Su Danchen took two steps back in extreme shock, avoiding Lan Ziqing's caress, and returned to the heavy rain.

He looked at Lan Ziqing in a daze, the rain running down his pale face

Her cheeks dripped down, and Taohua's eyes were foggy, and she didn't know whether it was tears or rain.

"You lied to me...you must be trying to trick me back to you...I don't believe it...I don't believe it..."

Su Danchen retreated into the heavy rain in a daze, his heart was full of panic and pain, even Lan Ziqing's obvious paleness was ignored.

He took two steps back and rushed into the cold rain curtain as if fleeing.

"Your Highness!"

Lan Ziqing looked at his back sadly, thinking of his distraught appearance, her heart was full of mixed feelings and pain, and she no longer knew whether she was right or wrong when she told the truth.

Just as he was sighing, he saw Su Danchen, who was running ahead, suddenly stop, and at some point beside him, there was a handsome man in a bright yellow robe holding a palace umbrella.

Lan Ziqing looked at the scene in front of her with a pale face.

Ah Chen...don't go...

Su Danchen stood there for a while, turned his head and gave Lan Ziqing a complicated look, came under Ying Xuan's umbrella, and the two left together.

Only Zijin's figure froze in place behind him.

The palace umbrella in his hand had fallen into the rain, splashed mud and stained his hair and robe, his body was soaked by the rain, cold and filthy, so embarrassing.

The blue robe and the bright yellow robe hold umbrellas side by side, they walk farther and farther away, and finally disappear from sight.

It was pouring rain, and he was the only one standing in the vast rain, his legs and feet were as stiff as wood, unable to move an inch.

"Lan Xiang, why are you standing here in the rain?"

"Lan Xiang, this servant will send you out of the palace."

"The road is slippery in rainy days, please walk slowly...Ah, my servant helped you up...Lan Xiang, you fell hard, why don't you go back to the palace first, and this servant will invite an imperial physician for you."

Lan Ziqing absentmindedly pushed away the servant who was supporting her, muttered "No need" in her mouth, and walked into the heavy rain alone.

"Lan Xiang... Umbrella..."

The palace servant who had just helped Lan Ziqing up looked at the limping, stiff and thin figure, and looked down at the umbrella in his hand, feeling really puzzled.

What's wrong with Lan Xiang?

Lan Xiang is regarded as the most elegant scholar by scholars in the world, and he has always been elegant and elegant in front of others. How can he be so embarrassed today?

After Lan Ziqing returned home with great difficulty, she soon developed a high fever and fell into a coma.

Ah San, who was waiting by her side, saw him lingering on the sick bed, murmuring the third prince's name while unconscious,

I couldn't help but have a sore nose, and my vision was blurred by tears.

It's not like he didn't go to the palace to ask that person to come to the prime minister's mansion to see the prime minister, but who knew that the heartless person had already married a new lover, and he was wandering outside the mansion every day, and he couldn't find anyone at all.

As a last resort, he had no choice but to ask the man's personal servant to bring the news, and the servant assured him solemnly that he presumably had already told the man that the prime minister was ill.

But that person has never even looked at the prime minister!

Ah San's eyes turned red, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

That man really deserves to be the number one romantic in Xunyang, he was so affectionate with the prime minister that day, but today he is so ungrateful and ungrateful, and after getting a new love, he abandons the prime minister like a shoe, and refuses to look at him again!

Lan Ziqing had been ill for half a month, and the broken bone in her ankle took care of her for half a month before she started to improve and was barely able to go to the ground.

That night, the sound of firecrackers suddenly sounded in the sky above Xiangfu's study, and the red, green and green fireworks were blooming in the night sky. There was a lively sound of people outside, which made the dark and dull study even more lonely and deserted.

Lan Ziqing propped up his sick body, leaned in front of the study door in draped clothes, quietly looked at the beautifully blooming plum blossoms outside, and called Ah San.

"What's the sound outside?"

Ah San looked at the man in Tsing Yi standing leaning against the door under the quiet moonlight, her nose sore, and said, "Prime Minister, today is New Year's Eve, and the people outside are setting off fireworks, so it's a bit noisy."

Lan Ziqing's eyes were a little dazed, he nodded lightly, and asked again: "Why are you alone in the house?"

Ah San replied: "The maids and servants in the mansion have all returned home on leave. The servants saw that the prime minister was still ill, so they didn't tell the prime minister."

Ruyu's face reflected in the moonlight was as pale as paper, and said lightly: "No wonder the mansion is so quiet today."

Standing quietly for a while, looking over Ah San's shoulders, his eyes were like water, as if he was looking at the plum blossoms standing proudly outside the courtyard, or just looking at the empty night behind him.

The calm and silent voice sounded slowly under the cold moonlight.

"Unexpectedly, on New Year's Eve, you are the only one willing to be by Zhenxiang's side."

Ah San's eyes were so sore that she was about to shed tears, and knelt on the ground with a "plop", "I will follow the prime minister to the death!"

"Follow to the death..."

Lan Ziqing murmured, and looked up at the bright and beautiful fireworks above her head.

Just like that day in Lijiu County, Xizi celebrated.

Tonight and Hexi.

A faint mist gathered at the bottom of the eyes, and the watery light loomed.

"Tomorrow is his birthday..."

The ink eyes are blurred like water.

Ah San felt even more sour when she heard this sentence. Seeing him standing under the quiet moon in draped clothes, looking up at the fireworks in the night sky in a daze, his pale jade face was dyed colorful by the fireworks.

I couldn't bear the sadness any longer, tears fell down, and I cried: "Prime Minister, you should forget about the Third Highness..."

There was silence in the courtyard, and after a long time, a low and shallow sigh sounded from the middle of the courtyard.