Cang Ri Qing Lan

The oppression on his body suddenly disappeared, and Qingling turned up immediately, but felt warm on his body, and was pulled into his arms.

"Don't move..."

Grasping the tail of the snake and pulling the little snake out slowly, Cang Lan softened her voice, and caressed Qingling's back soothingly, and only when the person in her arms stopped trembling, she shook the little snake in her hand vigorously. Suddenly softened, and did not move at all.

"you……!"

Prince Jing watched four or five followers fall down like sacks in horror, and didn't even understand what was going on until the little snake was thrown to the ground, and he realized that it was Cang Lan's fault.

"How dare you do anything to the prince's people?!"

The tone is full of disbelief.

"If you play this way, if the intestinal wall ruptures, you will die,"

Cang Lan said indifferently, noticing that Qingling's hand was tightly hugging her, he lowered his head slightly, the broken hair on his forehead just cast heavy shadows on his eyes, the expression on his face was unclear,

"His Royal Highness, after all, he is the prince of your Jing country, so it might not sound good to hear about it."

"Well, I won't play with him!"

The prince yelled, the inexplicable fear had been washed away by the anger of the collision, he wishfully regarded everything that happened before as a coincidence,

"Take this servant down!"

The rest of the attendants looked at their companions who were paralyzed on the ground, swallowed, and moved towards the motionless Cang Lan with difficulty, unaware that besides the man in front, there was another person watching them closely from the beam.

"and many more!"

Seeing that Xing Ye was ready to go, Qingling suddenly made a sound, and the attendants who came forward all stopped, and they all let out a long sigh of relief, and then heard him clearly and slowly,

"His Royal Highness, how is the Concubine Xian?"

As soon as this thoughtless words came out, the prince's face suddenly became extremely stiff, he opened his mouth, and after a long while, he uttered a sentence in a high and sharp voice,

"Ye Qingling! What do you mean..."

"I heard that Concubine Xian had a miscarriage. If not, I might have a younger brother."

Qingling seemed to be talking casually, but everyone knew from the prince's increasingly ugly expression that there must be something strange in it.

The prince gritted his teeth and was about to say something when he heard that Qingling didn't turn his head back.

"I've been pregnant for several months. If I had a choice, I would definitely do my best to keep our brother."

"you……"

The prince's face turned blue, and he almost changed his tone when he asked hurriedly.

"What are you trying to say?!"

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is most like the Emperor Father," Qingling said without answering,

"Our emperor's younger brother will definitely look like His Highness, of course, except that His Highness got the eyes from the empress."

This time, the prince didn't speak, his eyes were already showing murderous intent, but what Qingling said next changed his stern expression into fear,

"Your Highness, do you still remember that when Concubine Xian had a miscarriage, there was a fire in the royal court, and the only surviving maid by your side disappeared for no reason the next day?"

At this point, most of the people present could remember the tragedy that happened a few years ago, but no one dared to think about the inside story, except the prince.

The crown prince is most aware of the secrets. He searched and searched for the missing maid, because the "imperial younger brother" who was conceived by the concubine Xian did not come from King Jing's blood, but from him as the Eastern Palace. the prince.

Could it be that his handle fell into the opponent's hands? !

Even if it is only a half possibility, it is enough to make the prince fearful.

Just when he was hesitating, a man rushed upstairs with a guard, and as soon as he entered the door, he raised his voice and shouted,

"There is an order from the king to send His Royal Highness to meet you!"

The appearance of this person immediately broke the confrontation in the room.

You don't need to look to know it's Liao Luoxue, Cang Lan turned sideways indiscriminately, blocking the view outside the door for Qing Ling, and letting too many people see King Ren's distressed appearance, it's not a good thing anyway.

Liao Luoxue obviously noticed this subtle movement, and it landed on Cang Lan's body full of resentment, and moved away only for a moment,

"His Royal Highness, the king has something urgent to see you."

The people who came with him filled the long corridor outside, all of them were at war, and they were all the guards of King Ren's Mansion.

As a result, the current situation has completely reversed.

The crown prince's face was full of gloom, but he still decided to take the step of 'oral instruction', and said with a cold snort,

"King Ren, I still have important matters right now. What you said today, you must make it clear in the future!"

After saying that, he left in a huff, the eleventh prince followed up early, only the stunned Lian Chong hesitated for a moment, seemed to want to say something, and finally left in a hurry.

Cang Lan watched the sudden change quietly, without any sign of surprise, until the ashen-faced prince disappeared from sight, then said in a low voice,

"You can blackmail the prince, why didn't you protect yourself earlier."

Qingling was startled, didn't speak, and remained buried there without moving.

There is only a thin layer of underwear between the two, and they are almost completely fitted together, as ambiguous as possible.

Cang Lan naturally realized this, sighed silently, but did not let go.

Seeing this scene, Liao Luoxue felt it was extremely dazzling, wishing to step forward to separate the two,

"It's not that someone just stood by and watched, why did His Highness do this!"

As he spoke, resentment welled up spontaneously, and he couldn't help but rush to Qingling,

"His Royal Highness, if he doesn't act, are you going to endure the prince's teasing?"

Needless to say, who is the 'he' in the words, Liao Luoxue glared at Cang Lan viciously, the tears that surfaced did not know whether it was from sadness or anger,

"Why is such a cruel and ruthless person, you still have one heart..."

"If he thinks this kind of thing is not worth shooting, what else do I care about."

Interrupting Liao Luoxue's accusation, Qingling finally raised his head, his expression was calm, and he couldn't see the excitement just now.

"There's nothing wrong here, you can take someone back first."

"Your Highness..."

Liao Luoxue bit her lip, glanced at Cang Lan, before she could speak, Qing Ling said again,

"I still have something to discuss with His Majesty."

Although Liao Luoxue does not want Qing Ling and Cang Lan to be alone, she also knows that Qing Ling absolutely does not like someone to interfere, he can only avoid it.

Looking at the back of Liao Luoxue who took one step and three turns back, Cang Lan was thoughtful, for a moment, she looked away, only to find that Qing Ling was looking at her.

He only thought that Qingling had something important and he didn't want Liao Luoxue to hear it, but he turned his eyes away and whispered softly,

"Your Majesty thinks that Mr. Wuhen looks stunning."

"..."

Cang Lan choked, and wanted to agree, but felt Qingling's hands were cold, paused, and said,

"I think it's really time for him to come, as if he knew the prince would come to you."

Hearing this, Qing Ling raised her head, her glass-colored eyes fell on Cang Lan's face without even an instant, and she was a little surprised when she explored.

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to understand why she said that, Cang Lan frowned unconsciously,

"In the center of power, there are countless people who will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals. If you want to fight for the throne, you should be prepared."

"……Um."

Qingling immediately responded in a low voice, her obviously hoarse voice sounded extremely soft.

In fact, he just wanted to confirm that Cang Lan cared.

However, he won't clarify this misunderstanding, because Cang Lan seems to pay more attention to himself because of this, and he doesn't want to show too much scheming in front of this person.

Qing Ling knows Liao Luoxue's right and left, and this is the value of Liao Luoxue's use.

Even if Liao Luoxue was really involved in today's matter, he would not expose it until the time for liquidation.

But some things have exceeded his patience. If Liao Luoxue violates this bottom line again, he will give up this chess piece in advance—for example, after seeing Cang Lan here, he will make some small moves later,

"I won't let Mr. Wuhen make trouble,"

There was a coldness in his eyes, and for a while, he said worriedly,

"But His Majesty's appearance is easy to recognize. Sooner or later the prince will become suspicious. It is best to leave Yunzhuang."

Qingling said so, not only did not intend to let go at all, but also cuddled against Canglan.Noticing the bruises on the waist, the hands around the waist loosened a bit, the bloodless lips parted slightly, and the breath he exhaled lightly brushed Cang Lan's neck,

"Your Majesty acts too recklessly..."

The worried expression made his handsome and gentle face look paler, and his eyes gleamed like blue silk hanging in front of Cang Lan's body, lingering and full of reluctance and nostalgia.

The fair skin is slightly cool, and the gesture of not wearing an inch of hair seems to make people ask for anything. It is an endless affection and a silent invitation.

This kind of temptation Cang Lan is commonplace, but there is never a time like this moment that she couldn't bear to refuse.

Just when the atmosphere of silence was about to become stiff, there was a slight sound from the beams, Cang Lan took the opportunity to retreat, picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on Qing Ling, returning to the topic,

"Your prince may not have the strength to deal with me,"

Qingling chose not to disclose the evidence that the prince had an affair with his mother and concubine. Cang Lan didn't want to ask too much about the reason.

It's just a direct conflict with the prince, and troubles are bound to follow. Since you have intervened, you can't let it go.

"It's you, why did you let him sit firmly in the East Palace?"

Grabbing the clothes on her body, Qing Ling quickly concealed a trace of disappointment. Compared with the previous slim hope, the current result has taken a big step forward.

He was waiting for an opportunity to confirm Cang Lan's secret care for him from Xing Ye.

He wanted to bet that Cang Lan would not let him go when he needed him, at least he won the bet.

He has enough patience to restore this person slowly, but he doesn't care much about the prince.

"Whether he is the prince or not doesn't make any difference to me."

For Qing Ling himself, whether it is the crown prince or King Jing, they are all enemies.

He wanted to defeat both of them, and the first one to deal with must be the one who was on the throne. Whoever was on the throne would be the biggest obstacle. The purpose of keeping the crown prince was to use his hand to get rid of King Jing.

Cang Lan frowned, he also understood that in order to become King Jing, the current King Jing must step aside, the reputation of killing fathers is worse than brother killing.

However, the situation where Qingling is being ridden on the head everywhere, naturally, the sooner the better, he can intervene, but the forces buried in the Jing Kingdom cannot be fully exposed until the Xingzhong matter is over...

With countless thoughts in mind, Cang Lan signaled Xing Ye to come down from the roof, then called someone to prepare hot water and clothes, and took Qing Ling to the room to change.

On the side, Qingling obediently waited for Cang Lan's arrangement, followed the attendant and walked two steps, found that Cang Lan was still silent, suddenly said,

"Who is the prince, it's the same for me and King Jing."

He hoped that Cang Lan would take care of him, but it was really embarrassing not to see the other party,

"Someone must take King Jing down from the throne. This person cannot be me. The prince has been the prince for decades. He should be more anxious than me."

King Jing didn't care so much about which son his heir was. Compared with it, it was more important that he had enough time to enjoy himself.Get rid of the crown prince now, and it may not be Qingling's turn to take the position in the East Palace. On the contrary, he may make more enemies.

This is a fact and an excuse.

Cang Lan stared at Qingling standing by the door, her brows deepened a bit,

"Why did I tell you to come back, isn't the prince going to do it?"

"Originally the prince would do it, but later I asked a stranger, and he said that King Jing would pass away within this year."

Qingling shook his head, his expression was a little dignified, obviously he was dubious about this statement.

Cang Lan has always disbelieved in the theory of ghosts and gods, even if she got on someone else's body for no reason

"And this matter, no wonder he decided to wait."

His words were sarcasm, just after he finished speaking, Mi Ke appeared outside the door, half kneeling in the tunnel, accompanied by a series of small hurried footsteps,

"Your Majesty, General Yi Yan has appeared in the busy city of Wangcheng!"