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Nodding, she followed Yingluo into the house.

As soon as you enter the room, you will be greeted by an intoxicating aroma.Yingluo turned left, lifted the curtain and got into the inner room, walked to a cushioned bench and sat down, and said in a calm voice, "How is things going?"

After Li Huan entered the room, even his walking posture changed, from a graceful step to a shooting star in an instant, he walked to the bench and stood still, and replied, "Back to the son, things were going smoothly, but something happened halfway. something unplanned, so—"

"Oh──" Although Yingluo spoke in a questioning tone, there was no sign of surprise on her face. He pointed to the teapot on the table, and Li Huan immediately walked over with understanding, poured a cup of tea and brought it to Yingluo. Only then did he continue to speak, "Let's talk about it, it's something out of the plan."

"Yes, my son. Your son should know that the Emperor of Nanliang has a rash all over his body."

Yingluo sipped her tea lightly and nodded slowly.

"That night, that young prince, Fu Xuebao, entered the emperor's bedroom. He seemed to have discovered these abnormalities, so he insisted on calling the imperial physician to diagnose and treat him. As a result, the imperial physician prescribed a prescription and made it for the emperor himself. Li Huan thought it was It was a god-sent opportunity, so last night I secretly poured the same Gu poison into the bowl of soup, but according to the report from the eyeliner, the emperor didn't drink the medicine at all, and knocked the soup to the ground with a big wave of his hand."

"Overturned?" Yingluo frowned slightly, staring thoughtfully at the broken tea leaves floating on the water.

"However, God has eyes, the soup was accidentally drunk by that Xue Baorong, and it must not be long before he will be so painful that he would rather die!"

"Hehe──" Yingluo shrilled a few times, "God helped me, since I drank it, let's drink it! Xiao Yan is not in a hurry, anyway, he has already fallen into my Western Liang's secret spell, unless I personally drink it. Undo the curse for him, otherwise even if he dies, I can still take that body as my own."

"My son, Li Huan has already inquired. In two days, it will be the Lantern Festival. The palace will be filled with lanterns to celebrate, and it seems that the emperor is going to have a banquet for his ministers, and he specially invited Jiankang City The most famous theater troupe performed in the palace, so Li Huan thought that this was an excellent opportunity to lay a spell on Xiao Yan."

"It seems—you've already figured out a countermeasure?" Yingluo handed the teacup to Li Huan, got up slowly, and walked towards the bed by the wall.

"Yes." Li Huan followed closely behind him, and said as he walked, "Although Li Huan has not been in the palace for a long time, he has become familiar with the prince, and because of what happened last time, the prince seems to be ignorant of the emperor. He was so brooding that he couldn't wait, so Li Huan thought that he could use the crown prince to poison the emperor."

Yingluo stared at the curtain hanging from the bed beam, and a sinister sneer emerged from the corner of her mouth, "As expected of being the number one assassin in Xiliang Kingdom, I can come up with such a good plan to kill two birds with one stone. Alright, you have full control over this matter." , you don’t need to report to me in the future. What I want is the result. As for the process, you can figure it out yourself!”

"Yes---" Li Huan replied: "If the son has nothing else to do, then Li Huan will go down first."

"Go down—" Yingluo said softly, but there was a strange look in her eyes, "Wait—"

"Is there anything else you can order?" Li Huan immediately stopped and turned around.

"What do you think of the clothes I'm wearing today? Do you think Ah Hong will like it if he sees it?" Yingluo said here, the indifference on her face disappeared, replaced by sweet smile lines.

"My son, Li Huan dare not speculate on the holy will!"

"What are you afraid of? Anyway, he's not here now. You have a unique vision. Tell me, doesn't this dress suit me?"

"This—" Li Huan finally raised his head, stared at the lavender robe embroidered with broken petals, swept it from beginning to end, and said: "The clothes are exquisite in workmanship and elegant in color, but there is a scent of Noble and not vulgar, it is the style that the emperor likes."

"Really?" Yingluo jumped up excitedly like a child.

"Yes, son, what Li Huan said comes from the bottom of my heart."

A series of laughter filled every corner of the room.But this burst of joy did not last long, Yingluo quickly suppressed her smile, and a hateful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Tomorrow, find someone to clean up this Huachun Pavilion. Tomorrow night, I will I want to invite the emperor of Nanliang to come and sit down, by the way──to catch up on the old days."

Now let's talk about Baorong. Since Huan'er left just now, he walked behind Ji Ran and said a lot of inquires, but Ji Ran didn't answer, and kept his back to him.

It wasn't until Baorong cried out in pain that he suddenly turned around and shouted, "Brother Rong, what's wrong with you?"

In just a moment, Baorong's forehead and palms were covered with beads of sweat.He breathed out a few times in a hurry, and then raised his head, forced a smile, and comforted: "It's nothing, maybe I left too hastily just now."

"It's okay, you see that your face is pale. Is it..." Ji Ran's face turned red, and he hesitated and said:

"My royal father did, did that kind of thing to you again?"

Now Baorong is embarrassed, he smiled awkwardly, straightened up slowly, and said: "No, it's not what you think, it's really because I was tired from walking too fast just now, don't think about it!"

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"Brother Rong──" Ji Ran yelled heavily, and hurriedly helped Bao Rong into the room and sat down on the bed. He reached out and touched his forehead like a doctor, stayed for a moment, and then looked puzzled murmured, "Your head is not hot!"

"I've already said it's fine──" Bao Rong took his hand, looked at him lovingly, and reprimanded him softly, "It's you, it's been so long, why are you still here?" Having trouble with your father. Do you know that your father looks like nothing happened on the surface. In fact, behind the scenes, he is suffering more than anyone else. After all, he is your father, and his flesh and blood are connected. No one can do this. The fact of the change. So, Ran'er──"

Ran'er suddenly turned around, turned her back to Bao Rong, and shouted, "Father? Father? If he was really my father, he wouldn't put me in that cold and dark dungeon. If he was really my father , you won’t hit me in front of those guards, let me, the dignified prince, lose face and become the laughing stock of everyone!”

Baorong's face became paler, and the sweat dripped down his cheeks. For some reason, his lower abdomen became more and more painful. The pain made him almost unable to straighten up.But he still tried his best to endure, and said softly with a smile, "Ran'er, come on, sit down, and I'll tell you a story."

"Story? What story." Ji Ran still refused to turn around.

In Baorong's happy eyes, a burst of sadness suddenly appeared. He gritted his teeth and stood up, walking around in front of Ji Ran.

"This story is very long. It's about how your father and I met, got to know each other, and then - fell in love and stayed together." When he said the last word, his indifferent voice was a little more choked up, and a little more trembling.

Ji Ran stared at Bao Rong silently, seemed to be attracted by the story itself, and sat quietly beside Bao Rong, listening to this long and thought-provoking story.

Bao Rong spoke very slowly, and the expression on his face was sometimes joyful, sometimes angry, sometimes sad, and sometimes melancholy. He didn't finish the last word of the story until the sun was setting and the sun was shining brightly.

"Ran'er, you've grown up──" Bao Rong patted the back of Ji Ran's hand with a sigh, and said with a faint smile, "It's also the age of first love, so, you did that to me, I really I don't blame you! However, I also want you to be clear that the relationship between me, your father, and us cannot be expressed clearly with just a mere word of love."

In fact, as early as in the process of listening to the story, Ji Ran couldn't help but want to shed tears, but in front of Bao Rong, he refused to cry, but it was not easy to hold it in his heart.

"I..." Bao Rong hooked his lips sweetly, "I have already merged with your father, and this fusion not only refers to the body, but also refers to the soul."

"Then, what am I?" Ji Ran pouted, eyes full of sadness and grievance.

Bao Rong was taken aback for a moment, then he squeezed his hands tightly between the palms of his own, and said word by word: "You are the one who is worthy of my and your father's life, in our hearts, Your existence──precious even surpasses our love."

"..." Ji Ran seemed to be struck by lightning, and the bitterly suppressed tears finally found an outlet. Time seemed to return to more than ten years ago. He did something wrong and was scolded by his father. He ran into Baorong's arms and cried loudly, while Baorong comforted him, and at the same time took out a lotus seed from his cuff to feed him.

"Come on, open your mouth. After eating this, go to the royal study to see your father! If he sees you, he will be very happy."

While Ji Ran was sobbing, there was a coolness on his lips.

Candy lotus seeds?Yes, he knew it even without looking.This faint aroma...

"Brother Rong──" Ji Ran suddenly raised his small face, aww, took the white sugar lotus seed into his mouth, and suddenly burst into tears.

That smile echoed in Bao Rong's heart for a long time, until he returned to his room, the face pretending to be nonchalant didn't disappear until he returned to his room.At this moment, he seemed to be going crazy. He ran to the wall and kept banging his head against the wall, clasping his hands against the cold and hard wall. After a while, his movements slowly slowed down. .

When he feels his head doesn't seem to hurt so much