forced to fall in love

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"Hey, I won! I won!"

The instigator in front of him yelled, and Lingxi was forced to look away.

"Bold! Where did the crazy person come from, dare to touch our Lu..."

The subordinate behind him stepped forward a few steps and was about to reveal her identity inadvertently.

Lingxi glanced lightly, and suppressed what his subordinates wanted to say.

"Cough, dare to touch our Mr. Lu!"

"Don't let go yet!"

Speaking of which, the subordinate has already held her hand, trying to pull away the person who is around Lingxi.

"Hey, I don't care, I just won!"

The man's hair was disheveled, with a smirk on his face, a pair of black handprints on the belt around Lingxi's waist, impressively obvious.

Lingxi frowned slightly, and raised her hand to pull the person who was close to her away, the next second a woman ran from the side, pulled the person down in a hurry, and then grabbed her tightly to scold.

"Crazy girl! Why are you crazy! I didn't lock you in the room, why did you run out again! Shitou Shitou, come and catch the crazy girl!"

"Misunderstanding, my lord, I am in charge of this theater troupe. I offended you just now. I hope you will forgive me for the offense. She has a bad brain since she was a child. Don't care about your high hand with a lunatic. It has offended you for nothing. "

The woman in front of her was smiling all over her face, apologizing to Lingxi.

"I've met Mr. Lu." Su Rui approached and saluted Lingxi.

Lingxi looked at her, nodded slightly, then looked at the woman and said, "It's nothing, it's just a misunderstanding." Lingxi spoke very slowly, as if deliberately trying to let the people around him hear the word "misunderstanding", and then changed his tone slightly : "But people who are unconscious need to be taken care of more to avoid other accidents."

"Yes, yes, sir, what you said is, thank you for your tolerance. You see, you are a new face, but you are here to listen to an opera?" The woman bowed to Lingxi, with wrinkles showing on her face.

"En." Lingxi replied, without saying much about her visit.

"The little one immediately got someone to watch your seat."

The woman looked at the people who were coming behind her, and quickly arranged a special good spot for Lingxi to watch in the middle, and served tea, preserved fruit and other food.

"Why is Miss Su here?"

Lingxi leaned back straight on the chair, looked directly at the stage in front of her, and lowered her voice to ask Su Rui who was standing behind her.

"Back to the young master, the lady specially ordered the slaves to find a suitable theater troupe."

"The troupe?"

"Yes, the young master in the mansion is about to die, and the miss usually dotes on him, so she ordered the slaves to find interesting theater troupes so that they can hire people to perform at the banquet."

The "young master" that Su Rui spoke of must be Zhao Sheng, who is ranked fifth among the princes.

Your Highness is going to have a birthday?

"Well, what do you think of this troupe?" Lingxi's eyes swept across the entire courtyard as if inadvertently, looking carefully.

"Master Lin, it's the first time for this servant to come here, and Mr. Lin recommended it to Miss."

Mr. Lin?Forest……

The white light flickered, and Lingxi suddenly seemed to grab something.

Lingxi looked back at her, paused and said, "Follow me."

The two walked to the wide wooden door one after the other, Lingxi stopped and asked her.

"But Lord Hubu Shangshu Lin?"

"Yes."

Lingxi adjusted the robe on her body and asked, "Is there any communication between this place and the court?"

"I don't know." She bowed her head.

Lingxi looked at her, thinking that even if she knew what Master Lin said to His Highness, she would not tell her. Thinking of the last time she met her eyes in Dali Temple, Lingxi was relieved.

I'm afraid it's because I don't trust her, and I'm worried that she will harm His Highness.

Lingxi was a little helpless, turned and left after a while.

The person behind Lingxi didn't pay attention to her anymore, she returned to her seat, raised her hand and summoned the woman from before, pretending that relatives in the house were going to celebrate her birthday, but the mother was worried that the theater troupe she hired would lose face to the house, Lingxi hesitated to speak, as if he was thinking about whether to book their theater troupe or not.

After a while, the woman smiled and said, "Young master, you don't need to worry. My theater troupe went to Zhaoyin's residence in the capital just over a month ago."

"Is that so."

There seemed to be a scorching light in Lingxi's eyes, and then disappeared in a blink of an eye, making people unable to find the edge.

When the troupe left, it was already the afterglow of the setting sun, Lingxi waved his subordinates to disperse, and decided to return to Dali Temple tomorrow to discuss with Li Cai.

When Lingxi returned to the mansion, Zhao Qingsui hadn't returned yet.

"Sir, you..."

Chai Gao came out to meet her, and saw the black handprint on her waist at a glance.

Only then did Lingxi remember what had happened.

"Find me a change of uniform."

Lingxi went to the guest room to change into a robe and came out, walking to the courtyard, he happened to meet Zhao Qingsui who had just returned.

In the courtyard, the newly born green branches seemed to light up the scenery in the courtyard, but when Zhao Qingsui stepped into it, the light was instantly covered and turned into a decorative foil.

The wind fluttered up the belt of her cloak, and she was wearing a light-colored Chinese dress. The color was plain, but it made her look like the bright moonlight falling in the courtyard.

Lingxi stood where she was, and her eyes slowly settled on the stove in her hand.

"I have seen Your Highness." Lingxi bowed and bowed his head.

"Ah."

Zhao Qingsui stopped in front of her, and her seemingly invisible eyes suddenly enveloped her inside.

The afterglow dissipated, leaving only a ray of light in the sky, which was suddenly blocked by the clouds. Zhao Qingsui's slender figure floated on the clear and transparent lake surface, shining with sparkling water.

"Did Master Lu have dinner?"

"Your Highness returned home after dinner"

The voices of the two suddenly sounded at the same time, and then fell one after the other.

Lingxi reacted: "Go back to Your Highness, I haven't eaten yet."

"Then let's have dinner together."

Zhao Qingsui turned his head and called Su Rui who was behind him, and ordered her to go down.

Lingxi followed behind Zhao Qingsui and followed her to the main hall.

When passing the long corridor, Zhao Qingsui's faint voice came from in front of him.

"Lord Lu, how is the investigation of Dali Temple going?"

"Returning to Your Highness, Dali Temple followed the clues and found some clues, but they can't confirm it yet, so I haven't reported it to Your Highness."

"Really, what's the clue?" Zhao Qingsui stopped to look at her.

Lingxi then told Zhao Qingsui one by one about the wreckage and today's theater troupe.

After a while, Zhao Qingsui narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a deep thought.

"Jing Zhaoyin, presumably he was being used by others, otherwise you wouldn't have caught him so easily and found him."

"What Your Highness said is very true."

"As for the follow-up, you and Li Cai still need to discuss more before taking any action. I'm afraid we will startle the snake."

"Yes."

The person in front of him was dressed in a white gown, with delicate patterns floating between the sleeves. When he bowed his hands, he could clearly see the blue blood vessels on the back of his hands.

The breeze in the corridor blew by, and an imperceptible smell of powder brushed past her nose, and Zhao Qingsui raised his brows lightly.

At dinner, Su Rui served Zhao Qingsui as usual, but Lingxi consciously stood up and took the chopsticks from Su Rui's hand, and stood next to Zhao Qingsui to serve Zhao Qingsui.

Zhao Qingsui seemed to have an accident, but he didn't stop her.

Dinner is about eating without talking, and neither of them spoke.

After the dinner, Su Rui led someone in to leave, and she saw that her serving plate was empty in the shadow of the people.

Zhao Qingsui sat in the main seat and took a sip of tea.

"It will be Sheng'er's birthday in a few days. Master Lu will make some preparations and go to celebrate with me."

"Yes."

Zhao Qingsui looked up at the person sitting below. The person sat with his back straight and his hands on his knees, and he seemed to be able to maintain this movement for a long time.

Such a characterization is completely different from the word surly.

Whether it was the night of the wedding, when Lu Mu deliberately kept a distance from her, the dumb reaction when he was questioned, or the tea ceremony this morning, he was very well-measured, caring and careful but not overstepping the rules.

Caressing the rim of the lamp with his fingertips, Zhao Qingsui thought for a while, so it seems that if it wasn't for this Mr. Lu acting on every occasion, the city is extremely deep, or he doesn't like women.

The smell of rouge hidden in the tip of the nose emerged in an instant, and Zhao Qingsui's eyes stopped at the buds floating in the cup, and suddenly his eyes were half-closed.

No, I don't like myself.

"Did Master Lu go somewhere else today?"

"Returning to Your Highness, I only went to Dali Temple and the troupe to investigate the case today, and then returned to the mansion, and did not go anywhere else."

"Oh, is that so, where did the rouge smell on Master Lu come from?"

Zhao Qingsui's expression was as usual, his voice was indifferent, he lowered his head and blew away the tea leaves in the teacup, and looked at her slowly.

Lingxi turned his head and looked at her, the dark eyes not far away were like newly melting ice, which was about to crack, and there was a faint chill.

Lingxi stood up in an instant, "Your Highness, I have learned that the smell of powder on my body should have been accidentally caught by the madman in the troupe when he rushed forward."

"Crazy people?"

"Su Rui was also there at the time, Your Highness can find her."

In just a moment, the two people kneeling and standing in the hall explained the matter carefully to Zhao Qingsui.

Zhao Qingsui put one hand on the table, his expression didn't change, after listening, he just waved his hand slightly, Su Rui got up and bowed his head and exited the main hall, only Lingxi was left.

The main hall fell silent for a while, Lingxi still bent over with hands folded, his eyes fell on his feet.

Lingxi's sudden question was something Lingxi didn't expect, or it caught her by surprise.

Then Lingxi heard the person in front of him say: "Master Lu, it's better to be strict with his subordinates. If this kind of thing is not a madman but an assassin, what should we do?"

"What Your Highness said is true, I must remember."

Such words that seem to be concerned but not caring fall into my heart, as if sailing a small boat on the boundless sea, hoping to find a blurry island in the distance, and being restrained by the waves coming from the outside of the boat.

People can't move, and they struggle in every possible way.

……

On the day of Zhao Sheng's birthday, Lingxi came to the mansion with Zhao Qingsui.

When they arrived, many officials were already chatting aside, and some servants were outside to inform the princess' son-in-law that he had arrived at the mansion, and they all bowed down to salute.

"My lords are free."

Zhao Qingsui roughly scanned the crowd, and went straight in.

In the next second, a juvenile voice of joy resounded from the mansion.

"Sister Huang! Sister Huang, you finally came to see me!"

Lingxi fell half a step behind Zhao Qingsui, and before he could see the person in front of him clearly, he rushed towards Zhao Qingsui like the wind.

Zhao Qingsui lowered his body and hugged him, with a slight smile in the corner of his eyes.

"It's Sheng'er's birthday today, why don't I come to see you?"

"In the past, sister Huang would come to see Sheng'er often, but in the past few months, sister Huang came less and less often..."

The person on Zhao Qingsui's shoulders spoke with a bit of aggrieved voice at the end.

"Today is Sheng'er's birthday. I saw Ben Gong should smile. I promise you that I will come to see you more after these few months of busy work. How about it?"

"it is good!"

Just Zhao Qingsui's words made the little prince in front of him laugh again.

"Come on, Sheng'er, this is..."

Zhao Qing turned sideways slightly to introduce Lingxi to Zhao Sheng, but before she could finish speaking, Zhao Sheng had already asked.

"Sister Huang, is this the son-in-law ordered by the emperor to marry you?"

Zhao Sheng's eyes were bright, with a youthful vigor.

"Chen Lu Mu, I have seen Your Highness."

Zhao Sheng approached, with his hands behind his back, like a little adult, he looked around Lingxi.

"You are the imperial sister's son-in-law, and you look pretty good, but I don't know what skills you have to marry my imperial sister?"

Obviously, Zhao Sheng and Zhao Qingsui have a very good relationship, otherwise they wouldn't have asked the question in such a scrutinizing tone.

Lingxi looked at Zhao Sheng, who was standing with his hands behind his back in front of him. In order to be at the same level as her eyes, he deliberately stepped on the top of the stairs, closed his eyelids, cupped his hands and said, "Your Highness, His Highness is very talented and intelligent. It is really a blessing for me to be married by Your Majesty and be your Highness' consort, and to be favored by Your Highness."

There was silence around him for a moment, only the moderate voice of Lingxi could be heard.

Zhao Qingsui watched her quietly, the person in front of him spoke in a calm and restrained tone, clearly saying that he was just lucky, but Zhao Qingsui still heard the subtle mood from it.

An inexplicable figure emerged and overlapped, familiar and close.

Zhao Qingsui frowned suddenly, then stretched out his hand, covered her flat raised hand salute with the palm, pressed down and said: "Since I can recognize Mr. Lu as my consort, I must recognize his talents and skills. Character, no one should talk about this again.”

Zhao Qingsui's voice was not loud, but it was not to be questioned.

When Lingxi still hadn't reacted, the hand that was covering her bowed her hands slightly turned, and a force had already pulled her one step forward to stand beside Zhao Qingsui.

In an instant, the light fragrance enveloped the consonance.

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