Cang Ri Qing Lan

No matter what, Qing Ling stayed.

When he woke up the next day, the morning sun shone on the head of the bed, and in the quiet golden light, a vague shadow in front of the bed came into his eyes, and he forgot where he was for a moment.

"Your Highness, something happened last night."

The shadow in front of the bed opened his mouth, Qingling finally recognized him,

"why you?"

Liao Luoxue's eyes flickered, she withdrew from Qingling's quilt-covered body, and answered the wrong question,

"The eleventh prince died suddenly in the Prince's Mansion last night."

Qingling was stunned, for no reason he felt that this matter was a bit strange,

"what happened?"

"The prince recruited dancers to have a carnival all night, but the eleventh prince died suddenly in the room... The doctor invited by the servant said it was 'out of the disease', and the singers were afraid of being punished, so they cried and screamed. It happened that the prince was so drunk that he passed out. , and the whole city knew about it.”

Liao Luoxue finished speaking in one breath, and looked at Qingling's expression again,

"Although the king did not pursue this matter, all the officials privately criticized the prince. Your Highness really doesn't know?"

It is definitely not a good thing for the prince that the eleven princes who surrounded the prince died suddenly in the prince's mansion because of such an unspeakable reason.

But this happened after the two had just humiliated Qingling, not only did Liao Luoxue feel that it was too much of a coincidence, even Qingling himself had to doubt it.

"How do I know?"

While thinking about it, Qingling's answer was very indifferent.He thoughtfully got up and got out of bed, and asked the maid who came in to bathe and dress.

From the inner garment to the outer robe, as the traces of his body were covered up one by one, Qingling has returned to his usual noble and gentle King Ren, the only difference is that the glaze color in his eyes seems to be full of brilliance.

Qingling's good mood is so obvious that it's hard for Liao Luoxue not to notice it,

"Your Highness guess who did it?"

Who did it?

Since he didn't do it himself, the person who is most likely to take action is the person who ordered him to persecute the prince last night.

Qing Ling wished he could immediately ask Cang Lan for proof, and walked past Liao Luoxue, his expression suddenly changed,

"when did you come?"

As soon as this stern question came out, Liao Luoxue became more and more sure of the guess in her heart, and answered with something in her words,

"He wasn't here when I came."

"Not here?"

Not intending to evade Liao Luoxue's temptation at all, Qingling heaved a sigh of relief, and then looked at the maid beside her.

The maids who can be in the secret house are all chosen one in a hundred. How could they fail to understand the face of the master, and as soon as the words fell, someone replied,

"The guests left early in the morning."

"Where did you go?"

In the same words, when Xing Ye said it, he was a little more sharp like a sword. He clenched his fists and stared at Qingling for a moment, feeling a little frustrated besides anger.

It was Cang Lan who asked him to switch shifts with Leng Zhou last night, so he should have been more vigilant, that person definitely decided to take some dangerous action and intentionally transferred himself.

Seeing Xing Ye's appearance, Qingling's anxious look lessened a little, and he hurriedly said,

"I just received the news that the merchants have started to clean up the 'Xingzhong', Cang...he probably went to General Yiyan, do you know where the 'Xingzhong' is hiding?"

Before he finished speaking, Xing Ye had already rushed out of the door.

Cang Lan had already arrived at the 'forbidden area' newly marked out by Xingzhong.

The number of people ambushing around was obviously less than usual, and he took advantage of the darkest night before dawn to send out a few secret sentries, and the depths of the valley were much more lively than outside.

There was chaos inside and outside the large tent next to the tree. It was not difficult to see that many people were caught off guard and were fighting with people in disheveled clothes. There were several corpses lying on the ground with disheveled hair, and their expressions of doubt and anger froze on their faces.

Cang Lan hooked the corner of her mouth, as expected, the battle between Shang Yu and the head of the Xingzhong Sect was imminent.

The woman not only concealed the existence of Yiyan, she even didn't inform the merchants about the previous action of besieging the downtown area.

So it's just a few assassins, not the merchant's army.

She may want to use herself as a bargaining chip, but unfortunately, good calculations often come to nothing.

No one in power will allow his subordinates to be so self-sufficient.

The businessman suspects that Xingzuka has the intention of betrayal, and this miss is undoubtedly worse.

At this time, the difference is only the degree of their conflict.

So Cang Lan added a drop of water to the boiling oil—Leng Lengzhou pretended to be Xingzhong to assassinate Shang Yu last night, and now he has received a miraculous effect—

The merchants suddenly made trouble, and it should be cleaned up soon.

There was a smile on the corner of Cang Lan's mouth, but that smile was as cold as death's scythe.

He cleverly avoided the fighting crowd, and slowly approached a small piece of woods behind the tent from the shadow of the woods.

The night wind passed through the slender branches and leaves, and the piercing chill mixed with the shrill screams was enough to make people feel precariously uneasy.

However, this grove is at the deepest part of the valley, and the hasty Xingzhongmen will not flee here, but it has become the safest place.

Cang Lan quickly found the execution ground in the dark whistle.

In the middle of the woods, a large man struggled alone.

Yiyan wore shackles on his hands, and was trapped in a circle of iron pillars like a cage. The shackles on his ankles were connected to the huge iron pillars at the four corners, making him unable to move at all.

Seeing someone approaching, he stopped his futile efforts, and You Lan's eyes looked over silently.

Cang Lan paused, and quickly walked towards Yi Yan, ignoring the other's surprised gaze, and squatted down to check the connection of the iron chain.

"You brought someone here?"

Yi Yan's alertness was gradually replaced by an inexplicable look, but his tone was not very friendly.

"not me."

The low smile in the answer sounded very relaxed, Yi Yan hesitated for a moment, and murmured unconsciously,

"Is it really..."

"It's a merchant."

"How come...they said they didn't pursue the sect master, they just came to arrest me..."

“They might want to kill two birds with one stone more.”

Cang Lan took out a dagger and stuck it in the gap of the chain, suddenly changed the subject,

"I can break it for you."

Obviously, he didn't expect Cang Lan to say such a sentence at all, looking at those silver eyes that were slightly narrowed, Yi Yan couldn't keep up with the change and was in a daze.

Cang Lan smiled and said to herself,

"I have a condition."

Yi Yan was silent for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at Cang Lan,

"what would you like?"

"you."

Cang Lan answered quickly, but every word was extremely clear, completely different from the meaningless smile on her face,

"You come with me."

"No! I..."

Before Yi Yan could finish her resolute refusal, Cang Lan blocked it in her throat.

He got up and kissed her while the other party was distracted looking at the camp.

With lips and tongue entangled, Yi Yan gasped in surprise, motionless as if frozen.

After a while, he finally couldn't bear the difficulty of breathing, and subconsciously wanted to back away, but then he tripped over the restraints on his feet and almost fell to the ground, which also made him wake up quickly.

"How do you..."

Cang Lan stretched out her hand to stabilize Yi Yan, and the movement of grabbing Yi Yan was very natural.

"To keep warm."

"...I'm not cold."

For some reason, Yi Yan felt his face get hot when he spoke.

Cang Lan immediately noticed this small change, and his voice was also filled with joy,

"I am cold."

This pleasure is like a patch of sunshine in the midst of winter, or a fire behind the door of a house on a stormy night.

Cang Lan knew that she would amplify even the slightest wavering in Yi Yan, but she couldn't control it.

He could only try his best to regain his composure, squatted down again, and focused on the chain.

The iron chain is thick and hard, and it is actually very difficult to deal with it with a dagger.

When the dagger in her hand broke, Cang Lan combined the two broken blades together and finally pried them apart one by one.

Throwing the last iron chain aside, Cang Lan stood up again, just in time to catch Yi Yan's gaze falling on him and move away like a thief, the warmth in his eyes spread more and more,

"Okay, let's go."

"I……"

"Don't mention that woman decided to let you go out to protect yourself. The merchant came here for her this time, so he must have made sufficient preparations."

How could she fail to guess the next words, Cang Lan interrupted Yi Yan, pointing to the iron shackle still locked in the opponent's hand,

"Wearing this, you will only put yourself in when you go."

Knowing that what Cang Lan said was the truth, hesitation flashed in Yiyan's eyes, and he turned away unconsciously,

"I can go with you..."

It seemed that he didn't know how to speak, so he deliberately imitated Cang Lan's tone,

"...You help me rescue the sect master first."

Of course Yi Yan knew what he was asking for, he wanted Cang Lan to risk his life to save a person who was bent on murdering him.

The sound of fighting not far away is still coming, and the fire is soaring into the sky. It seems that someone knocked over the candle and lit the tent, which shows that the battle is getting more and more intense.

The grove in the corner is extremely quiet, and the rustling sound of the wind sweeping through the leaves makes it even more quiet.

It was so quiet that Yi Yan didn't dare to breathe, and didn't dare to look at Cang Lan's expression.

He always felt that he had done something wrong, and would see sadness on that usual smiling face, so that he couldn't judge at all what Cang Lan was thinking when he agreed,

"It's a word."

Because the pleasant bass is still lazy, without any fluctuations.