Your Highness, want to run after flirting?

The luxuriant fireworks are in full bloom in the night sky, and the red, green and green flames reflect brightly and darkly on the courtyard with a white rose plant, flickering and extinguishing.

A bedroom in the courtyard was dark with no lights, and the light was dim.

Only a piece of clear and cold moonlight leaped in, and the cold ground was reflected with a piece of silver light.

The entire courtyard seemed even more silent amidst the bustle and bustle.

Li Jianshu stood at the head of the bed, looking at the person he sent back with extremely complicated eyes.

The person on the bed was unconscious, his elegant face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, his forehead was extremely hot, his beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned in sleep, and thick cold sweat was all over his forehead and hair.

At this time, Lan Ziqing was no longer the leader of literati who was always indifferent to the point of indifference, but just a frail scholar lingering on the sick bed.

Lan Xiang, you also have such fragile and embarrassing times.

Li Jianshu looked at him quietly for a while, with an indescribably complicated expression on his face. He couldn't tell whether he was happy or couldn't bear it. He stood for a while, took out a soft towel from the copper basin beside him, wrung out the water, and prepared to serve him Wipe the sweat from your forehead.

Suddenly, a blue shadow appeared in front of the door.

Li Jianshu's eyes sank, his face remained calm, as if he hadn't seen the blue shadow, put down the towel, took Lan Ziqing's hand, and looked at the unconscious person on the bed very gently, talking to himself softly He murmured softly, "Lan Xiang, you are finally willing to accept your appointment."

Su Danchen was stunned at the door.

It turned out that he was worried about Lan Ziqing, and the person who left the banquet chased him out, but he heard this sentence just as he came to the door of the bedroom.

Su Danchen's face turned pale, his mind exploded with a "buzz", and he was so panicked that he couldn't understand the meaning of that sentence.

What is Master Li talking about?

Who to accept?

How could Ziqing accept him...

When his hands and feet were flustered, he heard an unusually soft voice in the room.

"Lan Xiang, you finally understand that the Third Highness, who is flirtatious and immature, is not your lover, Lan Xiang."

Passionate, immature and dandy...

Ziqing, does he really think of himself like this...

Su Danchen stood there blankly.

No, he doesn't believe it!

Ziqing wouldn't say that!

Li Jianshu caught a glimpse of the handsome young man who was frozen at the door from the corner of his eye, and felt a strange pleasure in his heart.

If Mr. Ying hadn't told him, he would never have believed that Lan Xiang had an affair with the third prince...

He was so noble and holy in his heart, Lan Xiang, who was indifferent and cold, actually had an affair with that flirtatious, useless third prince in private!

He was deeply impressed by Lan Xiang's talents and learning, so even though Lan Quite approached him every day just to use him to deal with the Chao clan, he never held any grudges against him.

But he never expected that Lan Xiang approached him and used him to deal with the Chao clan, all for the sake of the third prince!

It's all for the Sima clan!

The elegant face trapped in the shadows was distorted by anger, but the mouth was still uttering extremely soft and lingering "love words". Such a scene was extremely strange.

"The token that Lan Xiang gave to the lower official, the lower official will definitely keep it safe."

He didn't know when there was an extra piece of green sapphire in his hand.

Su Danchen stared at the piece of sapphire, his eyes were straightened, his heart was in severe pain as if being split open, a burst of fishy sweetness gushed out of his throat, and he almost fainted.

That... is indeed Ziqing's jade pendant...

Li Jianshu watched the blue shadow leave in a daze, and felt hearty joy in his heart, and began to laugh almost crazily, even tears in his eyes.

After laughing enough, he came to Lan Ziqing's bed in a daze, staring tenderly at the pale jade face on the bed.

"Lan Xiang...you must have been cheated by that romantic...how can he be worthy of you..."

The elegant face became obsessed, and while muttering, he wanted to kiss him obsessively.

He was pushed away in time by a pair of pale and slender hands.

Lan Ziqing woke up at some point, narrowing her black eyes and looking at him coldly.

"Why are you here."

Li Jianshu obviously didn't expect him to wake up at this time, he was startled, seeing him staring at him indifferently as before, he couldn't help being annoyed.

Lan Ziqing, you are willing to become the plaything of His Highness the Third Highness, what else do you want to put on a pure and pure appearance.

The obsessive expression on his face was completely gone, and he sneered: "Lan Xiang woke up and didn't see the Third Highness, so he must be very disappointed."

Lan Ziqing frowned, and said coldly, "Master Li, what do you mean by that?"

"Don't pretend anymore, Mr. Ying has already told me everything about you and His Highness the Third Highness!"

Lan Ziqing looked at the twisted person in front of him indifferently, and said indifferently, "So what."

Li Jianshu didn't expect him to explain without explaining a word, and immediately admitted, feeling annoyed and hated in his heart, he gritted his teeth and said, "Isn't Prime Minister Lan afraid that the officials will bring this matter to His Majesty?!"

Lan Ziqing didn't change his face, and always looked indifferent and distant. He leaned against the head of the bed to look at him, and said coldly, "What do you want?"

Li Jianshu's face was overjoyed, thinking that he really threatened him, he stepped forward to hold the cold and thin hand, and said in a soft voice: "The official is infatuated with you, Lan Xiang, as long as Lan Xiang is willing..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a burst of mocking laughter.

"Master Li, the truth is that you have some ability, but it turns out that's nothing more than that."

Withdrew his hand mercilessly.

The indifferent voice sounded again.

"However you want to play, the truth will definitely accompany you to the end. I'm afraid you, Mr. Li, don't have so many lives to play."

Li Jianshu's face turned blue and white.

Frustrated, he lowered his head, clenched his fists tightly, and said extremely unwillingly: "Why! After all, Xiaguan is not as good as the Third Highness! Why would Lan Xiang prefer to accept that merciful romantic, rather than accept that Xiaguan is sincere? !"

Lan Ziqing stared indifferently at the man in front of him who had lost all elegance and had a distorted face, bits and pieces of pity floated in his dark eyes, and he spoke with thin and ruthless lips.

"You are also worthy to be compared with His Highness."

Li Jianshu's whole body froze as if he had been hit hard, seeing the obvious disgust in his eyes, his heart was as cold as falling into an ice hole.

Laughing back in anger, he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't forget Lan Xiang, you fell ill in the sail, and His Highness the Third Highness is still having fun on the same boat! It was the official who brought you back to the Prime Minister's residence!"

Lan Ziqing's thick, black eyelashes trembled, her face was always indifferent, and she said indifferently: "Master Li, you are so meddling in other people's affairs, it really annoys the truth."

Li Jianshu looked at him in astonishment as if looking at a monster, and pointed at him with trembling fingers, "Lan Ziqing...you are simply terrifying!" Seeing that Lan Ziqing remained indifferent, he hummed coldly, "Like you As I wish, the Third Highness has indeed been to the Prime Minister's residence."

Seeing that the person on the bed reacted immediately, he felt resentment in his heart, and sneered, "But he has already left after listening to Xiaguan's words. Before he left, he said that he never wanted to see Lan Xiangyou again."

"what did you say"

Lan Ziqing's dark pupils suddenly shrank, and he narrowed his black eyes and looked at him coldly.

Li Jianshu stared at him resentfully, and said twistedly: "Unless the prime minister begs me!"

"I beg you."

Those pale and beautiful diamond lips blurted out without any hesitation.

Li Jianshu loves and hates him at the same time. He made this request out of intention to humiliate him. Seeing that he said the word "begging" easily without even frowning, there was no trace of revenge in his heart, but bitter anger with jealousy.

In his heart, the high and inviolable prime minister, for the sake of an ignorant and ignorant playboy, is actually willing to put down his figure... beg him.

"I didn't expect that you, Lan Xiang, would have the day to ask you to be an official!" A burst of hatred burst out in your eyes, "That day, the official knelt on the ground and begged you to save your uncle, but you were unmoved !"

Compared with Li Jianshu's agitated twists and turns, Lan Ziqing, who was leaning on the bed, was very calm, and even looked at him with pity between indifference and indifference, just like a god watching the small and humble ants under his feet with pity .

Li Jianshu was startled.

This is what it looks like!

Whether I knelt at his feet and begged him in the past, or he was begging himself on the bed now, he always had such a condescending, indifferent look of pity!

It will always make him realize clearly how humbling he is in his heart...

The frosty voice sounded slowly.

"What did you say to His Highness?"

Lan Ziqing saw his painful appearance clearly in his eyes, but he didn't bother to persuade him any more, as if the gods and Buddhas had lost their interest in saving all sentient beings, completely ignoring the pain and resentment of the people in front of them.

Li Jianshu saw that he was only thinking of the Third Highness in his heart, and felt a burst of despair, and suddenly laughed like a maniac "haha", staring at him with red eyes, "Lan Xiang, you are really so cruel!"

"Okay... I'll tell you! Xiaguan told the Third Highness, Lan Xiang, you have already planned to forget him and stay with Xiaguan!"

Li Jianshu saw that the face of the person on the bed changed instantly, as if it was not enough, he continued to provoke fiercely, "His Highness turned around and left, and said that he did not want to see you again. Hahahaha... His Highness's love for Lan Xiangyou That's all!"

"It's absolutely impossible, how could His Highness believe your nonsense!"

Lan Ziqing covered her violently heaving chest and said coldly.

With a sneer, Li Jianshu took out a piece of sapphire from his sleeve, and proudly waved it in front of Lan Ziqing's eyes, "Youlan believes in things as evidence, how can the Third Highness not believe it?"

The jade pendant was snatched by Lan Ziqing.

Carefully rubbing the patterns on it, my heart sank.

This is indeed his jade pendant.

Presumably Li Jianshu took the opportunity to touch him when Chuanfan passed out.

He held his own jade pendant in his hand, did His Highness really believe his words?

The clenched fist of the jade pendant made a "cluck" sound, looking at the proud person in front of the bed with extremely cold eyes, and cold lips said, "Li Jianshu, you are looking for death!"

Li Jianshu didn't listen to his words at all, his elegant and delicate brows were full of madness, and he left with a big laugh.

Lan Ziqing watched him go away coldly, clutched the jade pendant tightly and remained silent for a moment in the shadows, then forced the sick body out of bed, and went straight to the palace.

He was hot all over, and his body was unbearably ill. With a sigh of relief in his heart, he reluctantly came to the palace.

At this time, in the dead of night, the commotion in Xunyang City has gradually quieted down.

Lan Ziqing stood quietly in front of the palace gate, the cold wind blew the elegant green clothes sobbing loudly.

A Huan walked out the door, seeing Lan Xiang pale and haggard in front of her, but looking at her expectantly, she couldn't help but feel sore, shook her head, and said helplessly, "Lan Xiang, His Highness, he doesn't want to see you."

Lan Ziqing thought it must be Li Jianshu's nonsense, which caused His Highness to misunderstand him, so he repeatedly looked at the young man to tell His Highness that he had something important to say to His Highness.

It was the first time A Huan saw Lan Xiang in such a hurry, sighed deeply, handed him the red sandalwood box in his hand, and said, "Lan Xiang, this is for you from His Highness."

"Your Highness said, Lan Xiang, you can tell at a glance..."

Lan Ziqing accepted it puzzledly, opened it, and inside was an exquisite golden dagger with seven precious blue gemstones inlaid on the sheath, shining brightly and brilliantly under the night sky.

It was clearly the one that Lan Ziqing gave him that day.

Lan Ziqing stared stiffly at the dagger in the box, Ruyu's face reflected in the moonlight became even paler, her lips trembled violently, "Your Highness...what do you mean..."

"Your Highness means what Lan Xiang thinks in his heart..."

A Huan has been with Su Danchen for so long, so she naturally knows that this dagger was originally given by Lan Xiang. Although His Highness had some conflicts with Lan Xiang a few days ago and refused to see him, the dagger given by Lan Xiang is still a gift. He is so beloved and never leaves his body. When he is drunk, he takes out this dagger and stares at it in a daze.

A Huan saw it in his eyes, and only said that he was thinking about others when he saw things, and he couldn't let Lan Xiang go in his heart, and there was still a day to reconcile with Lan Xiang.

But today... His Highness returned the dagger that was regarded as a treasure to Lan Xiang...

Although A Huan didn't know what misunderstanding happened between the two of them, she couldn't help feeling sorry for Lan Ziqing.As an outsider, Lan's infatuation with His Highness, he also really saw it.

Lan Ziqing stared blankly at the dagger in his hand.

I thought about that in my heart.

Does it mean to completely break up with him?

why.

Just because of a few provocations from others?

What is the deep affection in the past?

Who is the person who keeps saying that he will never leave?

"...May I meet Your Highness..."

Opening his mouth softly, the black eyes were as dark as an abyss, but there was clearly the last ray of hope hidden in the bottom of the eyes.

A Huan looked at him like this, his eyes were astringent, and his eyes were red.

"Your Highness, he...was drinking with Sir Ying, and ordered that no one would be seen..."

With a "bang", the red sandalwood box in Lan Ziqing's hand fell to the ground, as if his whole body was drained of strength, a piece of heavy snow fell silently in Mo Mou, extinguishing all the light, and there was no light in the eyes, There was only a dead silence.

The lips were clearly trembling so violently before, but now they are extremely calm, they opened their mouths, as if they wanted to say something, but there was a long silence.

After a while, he stared blankly at the servant in front of him, but there was no shadow of a person in his eyes, and he spoke softly, "Excuse me, goodbye."

Holding the shining golden dagger in his hand, he dragged his sick body and turned away in the cold wind.

Under the moonlight, the green robe was extremely silent, as stiff as a walking corpse, lifeless.

A Huan watched him leave, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Wiping the tears from his eyes, he picked up the red sandalwood box on the ground, turned around and closed the door.

In the cold and cold night, Xunyang City was much quieter, not as noisy as before, but there were still many people watching the old year setting off fireworks and firecrackers.

Lan Ziqing walked through the laughter in a trance, just like he walked alone among thousands of lights during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

I don't know how long I walked, but when I woke up, I had already reached the bank of the moat.

The lanterns were flickering on the river, and the lights were bright, but there was no light or shadow in his eyes.

An old voice suddenly sounded in the ear.

Young people, today is the Shangyuan Festival, why do you stand here alone.

He was startled, a white mist floated in his eyes.

Lan Zhi, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, why are you guarding the mountain alone.

The bottom of the eyes has been covered with mist, and the vision is blurred.

It turns out that after going around for 28 years, whether Lan Zhi or Lan Ziqing, he has always been empty-handed and has nothing.

The old man sighed and left without knowing when.

He was left sitting by the river with a dazed expression.

Sitting is midnight.

There was a sound of fireworks behind him.

In the middle of the night, there was sudden lightning and thunder in Xunyang City, and heavy rain

Pour down.

The people who watched the year behind put on their coir raincoats noisily and rushed home in a hurry.

In the entire Xunyang City, only he was left with his green clothes completely wet, sitting alone by the river, looking at the flickering and flickering lanterns on the river in silence.

Just like on the mountain back then, sitting alone and helpless in the vast night rain in the mountains and forests.

Behind him, no one put on clothes for him and asked him how warm he was.

For 28 years, he walked on thin ice, calculating every step, but in the end, he still fell into the abyss and was smashed to pieces.

Laughed lightly at himself.

Gently picked up the golden dagger in his hand, took off the scabbard with a "clank", stared blankly at the gleaming silver dagger in his hand, as thin as a cicada's wing.

It seems that the person was excited when he received it, and the peach blossom eyes became brighter in his mind.

Ziqing, you are the best to me!

The words are still in my ears.

The eyes were blurred by the rain, and there was a mist in the eyes.

Since it is something that is regarded as a treasure, why should it be abandoned now?

But there is no solution.

Lan Ziqing sat alone in the night rain by the river, looking at a long scar on his palm with a lonely expression.

It was the scar he left when he blocked the knife for Su Danchen that day.

Suddenly, a sigh sounded from the depths of the cloud steps in the mountain.

If you have more than money, but not enough compassion, you can become a Buddha or a demon with only one thought.

Lan Zhi, do you understand?

The sharp dagger slowly cut through the scar on the palm of the hand, and blood dripped down the handle, dripping into the muddy rain.

"Student, I understand."

A flash of lightning reflected those silent eyes cold and bright.