"This is my business, and it has nothing to do with Your Highness." Leng Qinlan responded coldly.

She just asked him whose girl's boudoir he broke into, why did he care about her attitude towards Luo Chenzhi?

"How can it have nothing to do with this king?"

Luo Chenfeng didn't press his head too low, and straightened up at the right time, "If you take refuge in Luo Chenzhi, this king will have to be careful about his situation at this time, this place where he lived for two days is not so safe......"

As he spoke, Luo Chenfeng looked around, and in an instant, Luo Chenfeng had already adjusted his mood.

"You've been hiding from me for the past two days?" Leng Qinlan frowned slightly, walked through Luo Chenfeng's side, and looked at her bed.

"That's right, this king can sleep soundly here." Luo Chenfeng affirmed Leng Qinlan's thoughts without concealment, admitting that he had slept in her bed for the past two days.

Think about how difficult it is for a person who should have been far away in Huizhou to chase Leng Qinlan back to Lin'an City, and want to hide in Lin'an City?

When is it time to return to Lin'an City from Huizhou, and when will he be able to appear openly in Lin'an City.

"Then Your Highness can go now, so as not to embarrass me."

Leng Qinlan didn't accept this love, he wanted to chase him all the way, and she couldn't escape.

"Are you sure you won't take in this king?" Luo Chenfeng looked down at Leng Qinlan and asked.

"Excuse me, in what name do I keep Your Highness? The princess of the king of Zhunping, the sister-in-law of His Royal Highness? Leng Qinlan raised her eyebrows.

Even if she really wants to take it in, how can she hide people in such a small room? How can you sleep two people in such a narrow bed?

What's more, she didn't believe that Luo Chenfeng would get mixed up to the point where there was nowhere to hide. If she really believed it, it would be stupid to find someone to help him hide, and he would be toyed with again.

His Royal Highness the King of Chu spoke in a tone that seemed to be deliberately asking for benefits from others, and if you want benefits, you can call your sister-in-law to listen? You have to give her a reason to give red envelopes, right?

Just when the two were at a stalemate, the chaotic sound in the front yard came, and the words Young Master Leng were faintly mentioned.

Leng Qinlan turned around and was about to walk outside the house.

"What are you anxious about, he is such a big person, and he is still a master who leads troops to fight, can he lose it?" Luo Chenfeng dodged to block Leng Qinlan's way.

"It's my own business!"

Leng Qinlan didn't like being blocked from doing what she was going to do, and this person was not hers.

The sound fell, and Leng Qinlan walked around Luo Chenfeng's side.

Luo Chenfeng intercepted with his cross arm, was split by Leng Qinlan's palm, and flipped back with his hand.

Leng Qinlan's agile side opened a crack in the door, brushing the door frame and flashing out.

"Thorn-"

With a sound, Leng Qinlan's sleeve was torn by something.

It's all because the room is too simple, the door frame is too rough, and an iron nail sticks out obliquely at some point, just rubbing Leng Qinlan's sleeve and slashing over.

Yan Xia was dressed thinly, Leng Qinlan was only wearing a thin skirt, her sleeves were torn, and the flesh inside was also cut with blood.

Unexpectedly, even if Leng Qinlan was agile, she couldn't dodge, she dodged out of the threshold, hurriedly covered the injured place with her hand, and hurried to the front yard without stopping.

Luo Chenfeng pulled out the iron nail that caused the accident with one hand, and his eyes fell through the crack in the door to Leng Qinlan's covered arm, and the tattered cloth on his sleeve swayed back and forth.

This stroke is bound to be not light.

The iron nail bent in Luo Chenfeng's palm in two sections......

Leng Qinlan hurried towards the front yard, while looking around, no one took out the jade brocade handkerchief and stroked it on his arm, gently rubbing the wound, except for leaving unrecoverable tattered sleeves, the skin was intact.

When they arrived at the front yard, Leng Shuyuan, Zhao Xinrou and the old housekeeper Qi Chengkun were all around the old lady, Leng Qinglian was still standing silently on the side, Leng Qingzhu and Leng Qingyao were late.

Ignoring the cold light like an arrow that Leng Qingzhu shot from afar, Leng Qinlan turned to Qi Chengkun.

"Uncle Qi, what's going on? What happened to my brother? Leng Qinlan asked.

Although Leng Qinlan was asking Qi Chengkun, Old Lady Leng's gaze also followed Leng Qinlan, falling on her broken sleeve, and her brows moved, clearly displeased.

Without waiting for Old Lady Leng to say anything, Zhao Xinrou had already exclaimed, "Qin Lan, what's wrong with you?" As soon as I came back, I didn't cover my body, so I came with my aunt and found a shirt to change first! ”

Although Zhao Xinrou expressed concern while holding Leng Qinlan, the focus of this sentence undoubtedly fell on "clothes do not cover the body".

It's just that half of her arm is exposed, but it sounds so ugly in her mouth, as if she has done something bad.

After listening to the conversation between Zhao Xinrou and Feng Qianxiang, Leng Qinlan already knew that the mouth of this second lady of Leng Second Master, who looked docile and not as flamboyant as Feng Qianxiang, was also very poisonous.

"Why is my aunt so nervous? The weather is so hot, so maybe it suits Sister Qinlan's heart! Leng Qingzhu walked over and added.

"Yes, it's just a sleeve thing, it's not a big deal." Leng Qinlan said, stretching out her hand.

There was another stabbing sound, cutting off the broken edge, tearing off half of the sleeve.

Then he changed hands and ripped off the other sleeve as well. A dress instantly becomes a mid-sleeve, and a brushed mid-sleeve is better than a torn sleeve.

Everyone stared at Leng Qinlan's bare arms in a daze.

Although the mid-sleeved shirt is also very conservative in the eyes of modern people, in such a hot weather, let alone short sleeves, wouldn't it scare this group of people to death if you really want to wear a sundress?

"Oh, Qin Lan, what are you doing!" Zhao Xinrou screamed in fuss while ordering someone to get the shawl.

"What the hell is going on with my brother?" Leng Qinlan twisted the topic from her sleeve back to Leng Zhuoheng.

"I don't want Sister Qinlan to care so much about my eldest brother."

Leng Qinlan ignored Leng Qingzhu, Leng Qingzhu just wanted to save a sense of zài in front of her.

"That's right, Brother Lobby is Sister Qinlan's own brother." Leng Qingyao followed to help.

But a brother who "cares" about his sister very much!

Who doesn't know that Leng Zhuoheng has hated this half-sister since he was a child, the more Leng Qinlan cares about others, the more embarrassed she can be, she is now wishing that Leng Zhuoheng would come back and dump this slut with a cold face.

"Someone found the eldest young master's personal sachet halfway through." Qi Chengkun helped Leng Qinlan turn the topic back to Leng Zhuoheng's whereabouts.

"Intimate sachets?" Leng Qinlan looked at Old Lady Leng.

When she first came, she noticed that the thing in Mrs. Leng's hand was a very old sachet, which was said to be "fragrant", but I was afraid that there was no taste at all.

"This sachet is made by the eldest lady of the grandfather of the country, and the eldest young master has carried it with him since he was a child, and he is never willing to throw it away." Qi Chengkun followed and explained.

"Where did you find it?" Leng Qinlan asked.

It's Leng Zhuo Heng's biological mother's thing, and it will definitely not fall on the road casually.

Qi Chengkun glanced at Old Lady Leng, and saw that Old Lady Leng had no opinion on his own talk, and then said, "It's Yanliu Lane." ”

"Smoke Willow Lane? What is my cousin going to do over there? Leng Qingyao blurted out.

Leng Qingzhu also moved his brows slightly, thinking about something.

Yanliu Lane is a flower street in Lin'an City, which is a place where brothels gather, and Yanliu Lane and Zhenguo Mansion are far from the ancestral tomb of the Leng family. What's even more strange is - "There is no such thing as a sachet in that alley, how can the person who picked up the sachet be a cousin?" ”

Leng Qingzhu's question was also the first doubt that Leng Qinlan thought of, but it didn't matter if Leng Qingzhu said it first, Leng Qinlan was not bored enough to compete with Leng Qingzhu on this kind of issue, she wanted to show herself, and she showed it.

"The person who gave the sachet said that it was Zhuo Heng who asked him to send the sachet back to our Leng family." Old lady Leng clutched the sachet tightly, "Zhuo Heng must have encountered something difficult, so he had to do it as a last resort." ”

"What about the sachets?" Leng Qingzhu then asked.

She knew Leng Zhuoheng's status in the heart of the old lady Leng, and if she found Leng Zhuoheng at this time, she would definitely be able to settle down in front of the old lady Leng and save her lost image in the old lady's heart, and she would also be able to leave a favor on Leng Zhuoheng's side.

"It's a guy who runs the hall in Sheng Xianglou, and the old slave gave him a reward of silver according to the old lady's order and sent him away." Qi Chengkun replied.

"Didn't he say anything more?" Leng Qingzhu continued to ask.

"No, the man just said that the eldest young master instructed him to send the sachet back to the Zhenguo Mansion and gave him five taels of silver." Qi Chengkun shook his head.

"What about my cousin's expression at that time? Nervous? Fluster? Or is it calm and calm? ”

Qi Chengkun shook his head again, "The old slave asked, the eldest young master's expression was calm, and he didn't see anything unusual, just like ......"

Qi Chengkun glanced at the cold old lady again.

Old lady Leng's hand holding the sachet was trembling faintly.

"It seems that my cousin is going to run away from home, and I will give my grandfather another explanation?"

Leng Qingzhu was really clear-headed when he was quiet, and even the answer that the old lady didn't want to think about was also said.

"Qingzhu, do you think Zhuo Heng will say goodbye?"

Hearing Leng Qingzhu's confidant's words, Old Lady Leng looked up at Leng Qingzhu, eager to get a negative answer.

"No, it won't." Leng Qingzhu did not disappoint Old Lady Leng, and replied decisively, "Cousin must have ulterior motives for handing over the sachet to grandpa, if he really wants to leave, he will not be willing to leave this sachet." ”

"Yes, it won't." Old lady Leng opened his palm and looked at the old sachet over and over, "The sachet is his mother, he is reluctant to throw it away, he must want to say something to me......"

Following Old Lady Leng's gaze, Leng Qinlan followed to look at the sachet.

"What does this sachet mean?" Leng Qingzhu also lowered his eyes to observe, "The orange sachet is sent back to our house...... Orange...... Fragrant...... House ......"

Smack!

The sachet in Old Lady Leng's hand fell, "Prime Minister's Mansion?" Zhuo Heng went to the Prime Minister's Mansion? ”

Leng Qinlan bent down and picked up the fallen sachet from the old lady.

"It should ...... Yes......" Leng Qingzhu thought that the code words he got from the sachet were correct, and looked at the old lady Leng carefully.

Looking at the more or less changing expressions of everyone, Leng Qinlan was puzzled, not to mention whether this sachet conveyed this meaning, what is the special relationship between the "Prime Minister's Mansion" and Leng Zhuoheng?

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