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Zhang Qinglan looked calm, looked at the back of Ao Zhan who had disappeared around the corner, and raised his hand to wipe the black ash on the bridge of his nose.

The mighty people who greeted the relatives had already left, leaving red paper scraps all over the floor.A few pieces of wedding candy sprinkled on the ground were trampled to pieces by the crowd.

The people around were embracing the chariots and horses to welcome the relatives like a tide, and the over-enthusiastic stranger separated from him at some point.

The originally chaotic street became empty and clean in an instant, leaving Zhang Qinglan alone, staring at a certain point in the void for a long time.

When the hot wind blew, a small piece of dirty clothes on Zhang Qinglan's body fluttered in the wind, making a soft noise.

Not long after, the young man who looked like a wooden sculpture bent down and reached out to gently pick up a wedding candy from the yellow mud at his feet.

Probably it was true as the stranger said, the Ao family spent a lot of effort to marry the prime minister's daughter - even the wedding candies distributed to the common people were thoughtful.

The red paper printed with red gold patterns carefully wraps a round sugar heart inside. On the paper is a peony outlined with gold lines, with a little gold leaf on the stamens, which is the finishing touch.

It's a pity that this delicate gadget was knocked to the ground at some point, and a layer of loess rolled on the gold thread and red paper, becoming as disgraced as himself.

Holding the wedding candy in the palm of her hand and looking at it for a moment, Zhang Qinglan lowered her eyelashes, peeled off the outer layer of sugar coating, and quietly stuffed the clean crystal candy inside into her mouth.

Get married... Zhang Qinglan thought, the prime minister's daughter should be able to afford the red makeup.

The sweet and greasy sugar water gradually diffused in the mouth, the young man blinked, and indifferently wiped away the blood that flowed to the wrist bones, pushed the sugar melon aside with the tip of his tongue, and a round pouch bulged on his cheeks.

He suddenly remembered that the night he had just entered the phantom array, it seemed that he was also wearing a phoenix coronet and Xiapei.

The house in the courtyard is narrow and filled with bright red veils, the candles are flickering and the light is dim, the windows made of rice paper are pasted with bright red happy characters, and the bed is covered with bits and pieces of red dates and longan.

By the way, there is also Hejiu wine.

The wedding candy gradually melted on the tip of her tongue, Zhang Qinglan restrained the dark eyes that had not dissipated, raised her hand to rub her heart, and frowned.

Will Ao Zhan repeat the rituals and affairs of that night with other women?

Probably, Zhang Qinglan twisted the candy wrapper on her fingertips, her face indifferent.

After all, how can a marriage in the phantom array be taken as real?

The youth's pupils were as black as ink, and the dark colors surged within them.The scars on his body seemed to be against him, Qiqi became very painful at this time.

Randomly pulling up the sleeves, Zhang Qinglan looked down, only to find that the place where the scissors had scratched had already turned purple, and the blood had solidified at the wound, rubbing against the rough linen material, leaving dried blood stains .

Let go of your hands, let your sleeves hang down, and cover the wound again.Zhang Qinglan turned a deaf ear to it, as if she couldn't see it and the scar didn't exist, she didn't have the slightest intention to deal with it.

Just as he was taking a step forward, about to crumple up the candy wrapper in his hand and throw it away——suddenly, a very weak layer of fluorescence appeared on the crumpled red paper.

Seeing this, Zhang Qinglan immediately clenched her palms, frowned, and dodged a few times to hide in a nearby alley corner.After confirming that no one was around, he slowly released his five fingers.

The thin paper that was originally bright red burned out of thin air in an instant, and gradually revealed its original shape under the wrapping of the blue flame.

Not long after, a piece of white paper the size of a palm lightly fell into the palm of the young man, with the words "noon, other courtyard, come quickly" written on it carelessly.

The handwriting is scribbled and rough, as if written in a hurry, and Zhang Qinglan is all too familiar with the frivolous aura covering it...it is Ao Zhan.

Wrinkling the note with his backhand, the young man's expression moved slightly.

Without a moment's hesitation, he immediately stepped out of the narrow alley in two or three steps, headed forward and walked quickly towards the welcoming team that was not too far away.

Attached to the end of the long snake-like welcoming chariots and horses, fish and dragons are mixed in the team.Zhang Qinglan covered her face, put on a stolen robe, and pretended to accept a box of tea tributes from a certain attendant, and soon mixed into it.

Taking advantage of the busy people around her and having no time to take care of other gaps, Zhang Qinglan raised her eyes quietly just now.

Looking at the familiar figure on the white horse in the distance, there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

***

The process of blending into the main house was smoother than expected.

The young master of the Ao family got married, and the whole mansion became extremely busy.Since they often have to receive all kinds of congratulatory gifts sent to Ao's house from outside the main house, after a long time, the servants are tired and naturally become slack.

Zhang Qinglan hid sideways on the half-round pile behind the corridor, and looked coldly at the servants who were shuttling back and forth in front of him.

Looking down at the bloodstains gradually oozing from the dark blue robe, the young man's thin lips lightly pursed into a straight line.Until the end, he just tore off the hem of the unlined garment, and tied up the wound roughly.

Dodging the other servants, Zhang Qinglan came to the wall of the other courtyard, stepped on the wall several times with her toes, and pressed her hands on the rough masonry protruding from the wall. With a little force, she climbed over the wall and landed lightly.

Unlike the bustling and noisy outside, there was no one in the other courtyard, and the atmosphere was almost dead.

Zhang Qinglan kicked away the weeds in front of him, patted the dust on the hem of his clothes from overturning the wall, and walked towards the courtyard.

When he was standing under the grape arbor in the courtyard, within a short while, another long and narrow shadow appeared in the open space in front of him.

It's Ao Zhan.

Sensing the body coming from behind, Zhang Qinglan froze all over, but she recognized the identity of the other party in an instant, and quickly relaxed her tense nerves.

He lowered his head, and what caught his eyes was the red wedding dress on the man, with his arms across his chest, holding him with great strength and not loosening for a long time.

Ao Zhan wrapped the young man's frail body in his arms, put it close to the other's ear, and murmured in a low voice: "You haven't paid homage yet, why did you come here?"

The warm breath sprayed gently behind Zhang Qinglan's ears following the voice, and the strong smell of alcohol could no longer be concealed.

Hearing Ao Zhan's question, the young man froze when he was about to turn his head.

... Ao Zhan was drunk.

Not only that, but also mistook him for the prime minister's daughter and flirted in broad daylight, a familiar posture, as if he had practiced it a hundred times.

I just felt a sudden sinking of the chest, and the corner of Zhang Qinglan's mouth curled up slightly, thinking that Lord Dragon King is really romantic and affectionate.

Suppressing the inexplicable turmoil in her heart, Zhang Qinglan didn't say much, just took Ao Zhan's hand in front of her and pushed it away, and said coldly: "Young master, I'm afraid I have admitted the wrong person."

Before he finished speaking, Ao Zhan grabbed his wrist with his backhand, pulled him with a little force and turned him around, put his arms around the young man's slender waist, and took a closer look with dim eyes.

The aroma of the wine became more and more intense with the man's movements, forcing Zhang Qinglan to hide back subconsciously, but Ao Zhan's big hands wrapped around his back and pulled him into his embrace.

In the chaos, most of the wounds on Zhang Qinglan's body were rubbed open, a slight smell of blood diffused out, and sporadic blood stains gradually seeped out of the originally clean outer robe.

Zhang Qinglan let out a muffled snort, and her face suddenly became disastrous.The eyes became blurred for a moment due to the pain, so naturally he missed the fleeting wrinkles between the brows of the man in front of him.

When he recovered from the pain again, what he saw was Ao Zhan's impatient face because of his resistance.

Forcefully pulling the young man back into his embrace, Ao Zhan lifted Zhang Qinglan's chin, and regardless of the young man's reaction, he leaned forward and kissed the corner of his lips.

Out of the corner of his eye, he was staring at a fresh green vine that suddenly stretched a few inches on the grape trellis, Ao Zhan's eyelids were half closed, and he suppressed the dark light in his eyes.

"Hmm... Ao..." Zhang Qinglan was forced to open her teeth, and Ao Zhan couldn't stop licking and kissing the tip of her tongue. She couldn't help but let out a few sticky and wet moans, in exchange for the man's stormy attack.

Holding Zhang Qinglan's waist, Ao Zhan took a few steps forward, led him away from the vine trellis, and walked towards the room.

When the door was forced to kick open by the impatient man, a thick layer of dust inside suddenly rose up, making people cough unexpectedly.

Ao Zhan didn't wait for the coughing Zhang Qinglan to recover, turned back and pressed him straight against the wall, leaning forward, biting the young man's soft earlobe, as if to say something sweet.

However, what really fell into Zhang Qinglan's ears was an extremely sober voice, deep and hoarse: "You have injuries on your body, don't move around."

The hand that Zhang Qinglan just raised immediately froze in mid-air, stiff for a moment, and then slowly landed on the man's shoulder.

As if emotionally moved, the young man's originally slightly resistant appearance disappeared, and he stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around Ao Zhan's broad and solid back, and the two moved closer, rubbing each other's ears.

"It's been missing for more than half a month, it's really easy for me to find," Ao Zhan bit the young man's lips hard, and with a gentle voice, he said in the other's ear with a tone like a love story: "You still messed up your body. If you do this, you should be punished."

Zhang Qinglan was shocked when she heard the words, and immediately understood that Ao Zhan had recovered his memory.Just now he acted like this, most likely because of the eyes and ears of the flower demon nearby, he had no choice but to do it.

It's just that it's only two hours before he entered the nameless shop, how could it be half a month?What happened to the outside world between half a month?Why did he happen to meet Ao Zhan getting married as soon as he came out?

All kinds of problems piled up, making Zhang Qinglan very annoyed, and she only lamented that there are really too many secrets in this phantom array.

Just when Zhang Qinglan came back to her senses, she met Ao Zhan's misty eyes and was about to say something, but was kissed directly, sealing all the unspoken words.

After the lingering kiss was over, Ao Zhan bit his lower lip lightly, and said vaguely: "Don't talk yet."

While instructing, he didn't forget to glance out through the window seemingly unintentionally.

Seeing that he had calmed down the emotions of the person in his arms, the Dragon King let go, and buried him in the young man's shoulder as if affectionately: "Now that the restraint of the phantom array has not been lifted, my kung fu has not recovered to [-]%, so it is inconvenient to use it."

"Be obedient." Rubbing the delicate skin at the end of the young man's eyes with his thumb, Ao Zhan's dark pupils were filled with waves: "Go to the main hall later, and do as the king said."