While playing and singing, Pang Ruolan slashed her fingertips with the strings, and shot the snakes around Qingling in the blood droplets.

After the continuous "whooshing" sound in the song, dozens of snakes were left with only their heads or tails, snake flesh flew up, and snake corpses were scattered.

"You!" Although Heiyun looked displeased, he smiled, and at the same time stopped Wu Lian and Zhuo Sheng's movements with his eyes.

Pang Ruolan, who was playing and singing, stared deeply at the pale Qingling, and at this moment, her mind was constantly flashing memories of the past with Qingling......

The first time I heard his voice was when I just came down the mountain, and he helped him to relieve the siege of the secluded city; The first time I saw him, under the peach blossom tree, leaning lightly on the branches, he was reaching out to catch the petals blown by the wind, elegant with indescribable sexiness, just like a prince standing in the courtyard lazily waiting for the princess after attending a luxurious banquet.

When I met him on the street, I couldn't help but unconsciously imprint the first kiss on my lips, the dark and deep eyes, the charming color, the thick eyebrows, the tall nose, and the beautiful lip shape, all of which were showing nobility and elegance; The first time I met Qingyu, in the poem of the three-person fight, Qingling looked at himself and gently recited the poems of love, Wuling's eyes were bright and tender, and people couldn't help but fall into it.

After being disfigured by Qianli, he walked on the road with a heavy heart, and unexpectedly crashed into his arms again, time seemed to overlap at that moment, reflecting his helpless and lost face, and he turned around to escape, but he was secretly happy to wear the clothes on him to win the clothes given to him; Rubbing the precious face-healing potion in exchange for the silk handkerchief embroidered by Wang Ma in his hand, he raised his eyes. On the right side is the charm and tenderness in his eyes.

On the way to the Valley of the Underworld, it was he who gently combed the green silk that was blown away by the wind for himself; In the carriage, it was he who warmed his heart by feeding the mulberries in his mouth; Under the moonlight, it was him, in order to see his beloved self, willing to make a personal promise; When he was bullied by the men of the Bao'er Pavilion, it was him. Help. Liberated himself.

In Qingling's room, there were prepared dishes and fruits specially prepared for him on the table, and on the wall hung the poems that he casually chanted when he met him for the first time.

"Everyone has their own secrets. As long as the feeling of love is real. Just cherish the moment. As for the future, who can predict it, why worry too much? "If a person really loves her. I wouldn't mind. "The warmth of being close to the fire is its desire." "Sometimes, whether you get it or not depends on what everyone is pursuing, if the moth can feel the warm warmth of the fire at the moment it touches the fire, then it is not a worthy death."

I still remember that day, the afternoon sun, a different kind of brightness, the bright sunshine sprinkled on Qingling's body, as if he was clothed in a golden shirt. Looking at his gentle eyes, the corners of his lips slightly hooked, and his magnetic words echoing in his ears, I was deeply attracted.

At noon that day, when I pushed the door in, I was about to call out to Qingling to eat, and I couldn't help but be stunned by the scene in front of me. The silky light garment fell off his waist, revealing the fair and graceful lines of his back. The ink-dyed green silk was blown into the breeze by the door that had not yet been closed, and it continued to fly. The corners of his lips are like ink, and he is looking at himself softly, with deep affection in his eyes.

In an instant, the petrified self watched all this intently, forgetting to speak, and forgetting to close the door.

"You—You're not closing the door?! I didn't expect you to be so open!! Then the little brother of Bao'er Pavilion who passed by screamed and ran away.

"......" couldn't help but be shocked: Qingling never sold himself? But if he doesn't serve him, how can the prime minister treat him......

"Close the door." His magnetic and seductive voice came, and she couldn't help but break away from her petrified state, and she quickly closed the door, but she forgot to continue to think about the unreasonable relationship between Qingling and the prime minister.

"Help me get the shirt." The words in his ear were ethereal and gentle, and he obediently handed him his shirt as if he had been enchanted.

With his good smell wafting in front of him, he couldn't help but raise his face that had not yet faded from the flush, and gently kissed her cherry lips with a light evil smile, "I will be responsible for you." ”

"Hey, that's how you eat! Don't you say thank you to me? I made this bread with my own hands. The atmosphere was slightly awkward, and he diverted the topic when he saw him eating a baguette.

"Didn't I already give you a thank you gift just now?" He smiled, his eyes seductive.

"What thanks? How did I not know? "I can't help but be curious.

"Are you satisfied with the curve of my back?"

"Huh? Belch...... Ahem, cough, cough. He choked on a mouthful of bread, thumped his chest hard, and finally swallowed it.

Pang Ruolan's eyes were moist and full of tears, and between her eyebrows and heart, she was all his figure, and the past of the two kept flashing in her mind.

If this snake garden is not destroyed, Qingling will inevitably be tortured endlessly.

At the end of the song, Pang Ruolan suddenly used the strings to cut through the fingertips of her ten fingers, and her sleeves were lightly waved through the stone chairs where several people were sitting.

Suddenly, stone foam flew and snowflakes splashed.

"Ahh You!! ”

"You!!"

Several people were shocked after looking at each other, but fortunately, they were all martial arts and were not damaged.

"Are you crazy! You must know that we are all important ministers of the court, if you hurt our body, but you can afford it! Wu Lian scolded, looking arrogant.

"You really are! You are really ......" Zhuo Sheng suddenly thought that Youlan was now the left minister, and couldn't help but stop.

And Hanyan looked at Youlan and didn't speak, but there was a faint admiration in his eyes.

"Forget it! After all, they are left-hand ministers! Don't say that it ruined a snake garden! Even if we destroy this Bao'er Pavilion, we can't help it! Heiyun laughed loudly and said, "Let's go!" ”

After everyone left one after another, Heiyun suddenly approached Pang Ruolan's ear and said: "It is rumored that the empress today prefers women, you are her guest of the scene, I don't know if it's true or not?" If it is true, then what you have done today is not a big taboo? ”

Looking at Pang Ruolan's slightly stunned face, Heiyun couldn't help laughing out loud and slowly walked out of the snake garden.

It turns out that you hit this idea......

Pang Ruolan couldn't help but be gloomy, could it be that the empress really had a habit of breaking sleeves?

Shaking her head, she didn't have time to think about this, ran to Qingling's side, Pang Ruolan called the attendants to help support his tired body, and walked towards Qingling's room.

At this moment, Qingling was already unconscious, and the blood at the corner of his mouth mixed with the blood from his shoulders and arms couldn't help but flow down his clothes.

"Youlan...... Youlan ......" Qingling, who fell into a coma on the bed, kept whispering Pang Ruolan's name, and her eyebrows were full of worry.

"I'm here! I'm here! "Pang Ruolan has been on leave with the empress for a few days and stayed in the Bao'er Pavilion to take care of Qingling.

"Youlan...... Leave me alone...... You go quickly...... Hurry, hurry up! Qingling's words struck Pang Ruolan's heart, setting off ripples.

"Light Ling...... You always think about me like this, but I ...... "Although Pang Ruolan is affectionate, how can she not be emotionally moved by such a light ling?" (To be continued.) )