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Presumably, he is also ......

But for himself, he has no shelf.

With a soft heart, she walked into the room and whispered, "You don't have to be busy, I'll just stand here for a while." ”

Zhan Ling's heart jumped, and after lighting the candle, he walked towards the door, "Changting, don't think about it, I swear with my life, from the first time I saw you, I regarded you as my best friend." It's just that some things ...... I have my helplessness, and the same is true of Brother Qi, he has ...... during this time."

Before he could finish speaking, Chang Ting interrupted him, "I didn't complain about you, didn't I lie to you too." As for him, wait for him to tell me himself. ”

Zhan Ling frowned, let out a long sigh, looked around the room, and said softly: "He may still be busy, you have been tired all the way, sit down and rest first, okay?" ”

Changting raised his eyes and looked into the room, but his feet did not move.

The interior of the house is very simple and neat, and at first glance, it looks very similar to a falling flower garden.

The furniture is half-new, and it feels warm and comfortable.

Near the window, there is a desk, on which are neatly placed the four treasures of the study.

There was a room on the east side, and the door was closed, so you couldn't see inside.

Seeing that Chang Ting had no intention of moving, Zhan Ling stood at the door leaning on the door frame, searching for the topic, deeply looking forward to the people who should come soon.

Xiao Feibai lay quietly in her arms, blinking her eyes, looking up at her from time to time, as if she was very worried.

The cold wind suddenly blows, and the light blue clothes are hunting and dancing, and the candles in the room will not be extinguished.

Suddenly, the people at the gate of the courtyard looked at the messy long hair and cold face, and their hearts couldn't help but tighten.

Zhan Ling, who was leaning against the door frame, stood up straight, and glanced at the visitor.

Chang Ting frowned, black hair on his side, and glanced at the tall figure that was gradually approaching.

The twelve crowns hung down, covering the phoenix eyes that were as deep as the ancient wells and cold pools, and also covering most of the handsome faces.

The black dragon robe, under the hem and wide sleeves, is embroidered with bright yellow gold thread, embroidered with auspicious dragon Ruiyun.

The already tall and straight figure is even more majestic.

Strange, unfamiliar like never before.

Chang Ting's face did not have the slightest wave, and his eyes looked coldly through the string of crowns, and looked at the pair of phoenix eyes.

The candle flame was still flickering, and she couldn't really see anything, only feeling a depression, gloom, rushing towards her face.

"Why don't you go in and sit?" Hua Muhan's tall figure stood at the door, blocking everyone behind him.

Chang Ting frowned, as if savoring his words.

Is he, or is he?

Hua Muhan frowned, he looked at her unusually silence, and he only felt so uneasy and painful in his heart.

Zhu's lips curled slightly, and a self-deprecating sneer appeared on Chang Ting's face.

She raised her eyes and glanced at the roof, her tone was very light, and the light was a little hollow, "Prince Qingsang, hello." ”

"Don't do that, go sit down and listen to me." With that, Hua Muhan stepped into the room and pulled her arm.

Changting quickly dodged and stayed away from him.

Hua Muhan sighed bitterly and walked towards her.

At a glance, Chang Ting glanced at the three people standing outside the door.

Zhao Fei, Zhan Ling, the third person is......

Suddenly, her expression changed greatly, and she opened her mouth in astonishment, "Big ...... Big brother?! ”

As soon as his arm was released, Xiao Feibai jumped to the ground and stood in a corner, quietly watching the two people in the room.

Yan Zimu's serious face revealed embarrassment, "Senior sister......

"Close the door."

Hearing Hua Muhan's order, Zhao Fei hurriedly walked forward and closed the door.

Changting was still staring at the door of the room in astonishment, she could guess Hua Muhan's identity according to that suspicion, but she couldn't guess why Yan Zimu appeared in this place at this moment.

Her mind was completely messed up, and it seemed that things were far more complicated than she had imagined.

First there was a soft knock on the door, and then her hands warmed.

By the time she came back to her senses, the people had already entered the eastern room.

There was no candle light, but there was a faint light inside.

She glanced up, and finally fell on the large bead on the table.

The pearl of the night.

Hehe, I was lucky enough to see such a treasure!

Chang Ting smiled bitterly in his heart.

It's a bedroom, it's still simply furnished, and the furniture is still half-done.

The wide bed is hung with pale cyan curtains, just like the bedroom of Hua Muhan in the flower garden.

Feeling that his hand was still in his hand, Chang Ting withdrew wordlessly and lowered his eyes.

"When you encounter an interception on the road, are you frightened?" Hua Muhan approached her and asked with concern.

Chang Ting glanced at it, walked to the window, looked out the window, and said in a low voice, "Now, I just want to hear why my senior brother is here." ”

"What about me? You don't want to ask, why am I here? Hua Muhan chased after her and looked at her expression.

Chang Ting hooked his lips and sneered, "You? The former Prince of Qingsang, the current monarch of Qingsang, I can see it very clearly. ”

"I know, you're blaming me, blaming me for hiding my identity."

Chang Ting was silent and did not look at him.

Hua Muhan sighed lightly, "The ordinary disciples in the valley don't know my identity. ”

"What is an ordinary disciple?" Chang Ting frowned, lowered his eyes, and asked in a cold voice.

"People like you are ordinary disciples. Someone like your senior brother is not an ordinary disciple. ”

Chang Ting finally looked sideways.

Hua Muhan reached out and pulled her hand.

She shook her hand vigorously and couldn't help but roar, "Don't pull and pull, if you want to say it, just say it!" ”

"Haven't you liked to pull and pull with me since you were a child?" Hua Muhan laughed softly.

Chang Ting was angry and annoyed, and his slanted eyes glared at him.

Hua Muhan didn't dare to tease her anymore, and said softly: "Changting, be obedient, go over and sit down, and listen to me tell you carefully." ”

Hua Muhan didn't dare to take her hand again, just grabbed her sleeve and walked to the bed.

Chang Ting hesitated at first, and then, he pulled back his sleeve angrily, strode to the bed, and sat down at the end of the bed.

Seeing that Hua Muhan sat down next to her, she hurriedly got up and walked to the head of the bed and sat down.

Looking at the long distance, Hua Muhan smiled helplessly, so he had to stop stimulating her.

"My mother, the princess of Yunche Kingdom, married my father and became his concubine when she was sixteen years old." Hua Muhan whispered slowly, "Because my father loves my mother and concubine deeply, when I was two years old, he canonized me as the crown prince and granted amnesty to the world. ”

Changting pricked up his ears and listened carefully, and his eyes fell on a bright night pearl.

"When I was four years old, my mother died. When I was five years old, my father asked Dugu Yi to take me to Sanssouci Valley. He passed on his imperial army to me, just to protect me. ”

(To be continued.) )