The ancient painting fan looked at the sneer on the corner of Chunyuan Lanqing's mouth. My heart was cold, did she know this Sixteenth Highness who had gradually become an adult, or the Sixteenth Highness in his memory, although he was flamboyant, would awkwardly send a bottle of wound medicine when she was injured?

"Let go of me!" The ancient painting fan shouted coldly, and forcefully pulled his wrist away from his clamps little by little. Even though his exertion had bruised her wrists.

She only felt that she couldn't stay by his side for a moment, she hated such a Sixteenth Highness.

"Why let you go! Do you continue to finger other men! For some reason, he wanted to sarcastically mock her, but he regretted it as soon as he said it.

There was another slap sound, and several handprints had clearly appeared on Chunyuan Lanqing's right cheek, and the corners of his mouth were slowly oozing bloodshots.

But as if he didn't feel the pain, he looked straight at the ancient painting fan and looked into the depths of her eyes.

These vicious words came out, but they hit the hearts of two people at the same time.

The ancient painting fan looked at the person in front of him in disbelief, who was already a complete stranger, and such vicious words actually came out of his mouth!

Laughing angrily, the corners of the ancient painting fan's mouth slowly hooked a sneer, and forcefully pulled his wrist out of his hand little by little. A chill appeared in his eyes, and he turned around and strode away towards his residence.

"It's already late at night, His Highness Sixteen walks slowly, and the slaves and maids don't send it!"

The cold words floated in the thick night, and Chunyuan Lanqing looked at her resolute back, and walked up to chase after her, but she stopped again. His heart was agitated, and he flew away and disappeared into the thick night.

A figure in the darkness followed, shuttling through the dark night together.

Pure Yuan Lan Fei fell outside the palace, then stood up and looked back.

In a few moments, I saw a light blue figure flying from the dark night, the blade in his hand flashing with cold light.

Covering his belt with his bare hands, a soft sword swished out, and the sound of the sword unsheathed made a cold gasp in the dark night.

With a sound of 'Zheng', the two sharp swords collided, and a cold light appeared.

An Deyang's sharp eyes swept towards Chunyuan Lanqing, who was facing him in front of him, and said coldly: "I warn you, Your Highness Sixteen. It's best to stay away from her, otherwise you're welcome. ”

Chunyuan Lanqing sneered: "This sentence should be returned to you by His Royal Highness, you approached her from the beginning to show that you were following orders." Now that Brother Qi's order to you has ended, why are you still pestering her? ”

The sword light and sword shadow, and in an instant, the two of them passed dozens of moves.

An Deyang chuckled lightly and sneered: "I'm afraid you don't have to worry about His Highness the Sixteenth!" Your Highness Sixteen should take care of yourself first! ”

Chunyuan Lanqing does not have much power in the court, first, he has no intention of political affairs, and second, he does not disdain intrigue. Because of this, the ancient painting fan can let go of his guard in front of him and treat him like an ordinary person.

An Deyang naturally knew, so he said this.

Chunyuan Lanqing didn't seem to care, and the cynical smile on her face widened more and more, but then she swept at An Deyang with another eye knife, and said softly: "Your Highness naturally doesn't have to worry about what will happen in the future, but you said that if Your Highness shakes out all the secrets why you stayed with her, will she still call you Brother An!" ”

When An Deyang heard this, killing intent appeared in his eyes, but then he smiled lightly and said, "You won't, Your Highness Sixteen." ”

"Really?" Chunyuan Lanqing's eyes flashed, and he said softly.

An Deyang's move changed, and he retracted the sword, and Chunyuan Lanqing also retracted the soft sword, and the two faced each other.

An Deyang withdrew his sword from its scabbard and glanced at the man opposite, at this time he was no longer as quick as Fang Cai wanted to kill him. Walking slowly into the thick night, a wisp of sighing and irony drifted quietly.

"As true as your heart, how can you bear to see her experience the pain of being betrayed? I can't bear it, no matter what my original intentions were, and now I only recognize her. ”

……

This sigh is too deep, too firm.

The arrogant smile on the corner of Chunyuan Lanqing's mouth slowly faded, and looking at the place surrounded by heavy palace walls, an inexplicable love crept into his heart. A few finger marks on Junyi's face were even more obvious, and the slightest pain was to the bone, but he knew that her words would only hurt her even more.

Ancient painting fan, do you hurt? You're in pain, aren't you? In this way, will you continue to cool your own heart, ignore others, and hurt others!

In the middle of the moon, the crowd is scattered, and the night wind is still quiet.

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Early in the morning, I heard an excited voice fluttering outside the door, shouting: "Fan'er, fan'er come out quickly!" It's snowing, you see it's snowing! ”

Inside the room, an ancient painting fan dressed in green clothes was sitting alone in front of the table, and the tea on the table had already cooled. The neat but cold bed showed that she hadn't slept all night.

When the ancient painting fan heard the knock on the door, he was shocked to realize that the sky was already dark. Slowly got up and moved his somewhat stiff body, and then walked to the door and opened the door.

The cold wind in the cold winter was coming, and unlike the previous days, the cold wind was mixed with flakes of snow. The depressed courtyard is like a delicate fairy tale world at the moment, all covered in silver, white and flawless.

It's snowing, it's snowing.

"Fan'er, look at how big this snow is, I just looked at it, it's as thick as a palm! I don't know what time it was at night. Oh! That's right, that's right! Stand up, I have something to say to you! Fluttering sighed at the snowflakes, and as if remembering a big thing, she immediately straightened the body of the ancient painting fan and said mysteriously.

Hearing this, the ancient painting fan looked at the extremely excited fluttering, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and asked lightly, "What's the matter?" ”

Piao Wu looked at the ancient painting fan steadily, and then shouted with a smile: "Fan'er, I wish you a happy fifteenth birthday!" My little fan is finally a big girl! Hee-hee, look at the appearance of the fan, it's really better than Huajiao, it's just a little thinner, and you have to make up for it more in the future! Those men don't like women who are too thin—"

"Sister Piaowu, what do you say!"

Seeing that Piao Wu began to start chatting mode again, and the more she talked, the more she spoke, the more unpleasant she became, the ancient painting fan quickly glared at her and stopped.

Piao Wu covered her mouth and grinned, nodded the nose of the ancient painting fan, and said softly: "Aren't I happy for you!" You little conscienceless! ”

"Fan'er, thank you, Sister Piaowu! Thank you so much! The ancient painting fan was blessed with a thousand children, and said with a smile.

Piao Wu cleared her throat and said seriously: "Excuse me!" Bring it as a thank you! ”

"Okay, you're fluttering!" The ancient painting fan chuckled, stepped forward to catch the fluttering itchy meat, fluttered and screamed, and quickly dodged, and for a time in the exquisite courtyard of the pink carved jade, there was a hearty laughter, which made people happy. (To be continued.) )