When Lan Ting returned to the inn with Shen Qianran, the time had passed.

"Have a good night's rest tonight, tomorrow we will take the official road back to the capital, if we don't hurry, with Chiye's footsteps, we can get there in two days." Lan Ting stroked the hair of Shen Qianran's sideburns, and suddenly held her face and kissed her forehead, "Good night!" ”

Shen Qianran was slightly dumbfounded, he didn't expect Lan Ting to be so active today, and he was always rubbing like a child in the first two nights.

"Lan Ting......" She bit her lip fiercely, gently tugging at his sleeve, her voice so soft that she couldn't even hear herself.

"Huh?" His eyes were light, soft, on her.

"Lan Ting, will you stay with me tonight?" Drowning in his gentle look, a crack quietly opened in her heart, and there was a bubbling fountain of tears, flowing silently.

His relationship with him began at Jialan Temple, although it felt like the sky was falling apart! But now, she felt hopeless, she was afraid that her relationship with him would end in Jialan Temple. So, before that, she wanted to have a full night of memories with him clearly.

Shen Qianran didn't wait for him to reply, pulled his hand on the sleeve and dragged him in, the moment the door closed, her arms wrapped around his neck, and with a slight retraction, her kiss fell on his cold lips like a dragonfly.

Lan Ting's whole body was shocked when he heard this, he held her face with both hands, and kissed it deeply, and at the moment when his lips and tongue touched, passion swept all his reason like a storm.

He hugged her, took a few steps to the bed, leaned down, pried open her teeth, and pushed them straight up to her throat, his tongue running through her mouth unscrupulously, shuttling through ......

He held her back with one hand, and the other raged on the softness of her chest, and in the blend of lips and tongues, he heard the muddy, heavy gasp.

When I looked up, I saw that her eyes were so charming that they wanted to drip water, but they flashed with despair.

In an instant, his heart was immersed in ice water, and everything was condensed into frost, and he held her face in both hands and stared straight at her.

It was a sharpened, gray little face, with a desperate gaze before the sacrifice—his heart instantly felt as if it had been ripped open by something, and then the flesh was provoked, and it ached deeply.

He sat up slowly, helping her dress her loose clothes one by one.

He knew, she was saying goodbye to him. She was afraid that he would owe him in the future, so she sacrificed herself.

But these are not what he wants, what he wants is for her to lie under him with an eternal heart and bone-eating happiness.

Otherwise, he would rather she remember him for the rest of her life, and even be unable to remove him from her heart for the rest of her life because of guilt.

The kiss fell lightly between her eyebrows, and he didn't say anything, only smiled at her without a smile, and the moment he left, his face was so white that it was bloodless.

He did not return to his room, but walked slowly down the stairs of the inn, came to a well in the backyard of the inn, and sat down.

At this time, he didn't even have the courage to return to his own room, because he was only separated by a wall from her, too close, and he was afraid that he would not be able to control his feelings!

Tonight, when Shen Qianran watched Lan Jin leave, the secret guard had already quietly reported to him what he had heard.

Originally, he had promised not to listen to her, but now it was different, because she and Lan Yuyan had clashed head-on, and he had to know all her actions so that he could protect her. There are some risks he can't afford to take, even if it's just in case!

Who knows-

He laughed at that time, his phoenix eyes were full of sadness, and he smiled infinitely. But that smile made the dark guard break out in a cold sweat.

Without saying a word, he walked out of his cabin and stood quietly behind her at the stern of the boat, as if nothing had happened!

But at this time, in the dead of night, when he was alone in a quiet place, his feelings were finally revealed!

Shock, deep pain, anger, and messiness were not enough to describe his mood, because the secret guard reported to him all the conversations between Shen Qianran and Lan Jin, including some of the words that Shen Qianran had attached to Lan Jin's ear.

In this world, no one knows that he has trained a group of secret guards and mastered accurate lip language. Although they didn't get close to the flower boat, several guards recorded what they saw from different angles, and then summarized and reported it to him word for word.

He knew that she hated his mother, but it was beyond his imagination to hate him so much!

She proposed to ask Lan Jin to build a yì to Lan Yujian and go to Jialan Temple to arrange a ritual to transcend the heroic soul for the victims in this catastrophe. And let Lan Yuchen bring the harem concubines.

Although she didn't say specifically, she only relied on one sentence: treat others the way they do! He knew what she was going to do!

Jialan Temple, Shen Ru and Mama Guo arranged a design to make Shen Qianran lose her virginity, and the mastermind behind this was his mother!

It was only eleven words, and the words smashed into his heart like a sharp cone—countless cracks!

She refused to give his mother a way out for him, even if it was for him to learn to forgive!

Because when she faced Lan Jin's questioning, she just said: I have no choice!

He really wanted to say to her: Ah Ran, you have a choice, you can choose me, as long as you want, I can make you the happiest woman in the world!

But in fact, she has chosen to give up on him. The moment she chose to take revenge on Concubine Zhen, her heart was already choosing to give up on him! This is the second time!

He felt like a terminally ill patient since he met her. In the three years she had been lost, her soul had gone with her and lived like a walking corpse!

After the reunion, all along, because of the ecstasy of losing and regaining, I am willing to suppress a qiē, to protect her wholeheartedly, and slowly enter her heart.

Now I just feel that what I have done is nothing but ashes!

It was a kind of anger that was so extreme that he was calm, but when faced with her, he still couldn't give up. When she threw herself into her arms automatically, he was still moved by her, pulling the strings of reason to the limit. He is like a dying patient, and he has fallen into the obsession of self-incrimination, and he forcibly tells himself that he will, and one day, she will choose to forgive his mother because of him! She won't give up on him for anyone or anything!

However, when he saw her empty and desperate eyes, he knew that it was not a mourning, but a parting sacrifice!

But he still didn't have the courage to question, and in the end he could only not pierce this qiē!

Zhao Qiqi woke up from that strange dream again, this time, her dream did not stop at the moment when he left.

In the dream, after he disappeared, she stood up in a daze, and when she slowly walked to the bronze mirror, she saw that the image of herself in the mirror was not her current self, but her most blooming self in many years.

She was covered in hot sweat, and her body became hot. She put on her clothes, poured a glass of water on the table, and drank it slowly. But because the dream was so real, she could clearly see the tear mole in the corner of her eye in the mirror.

But this tear mole had mysteriously disappeared one night three years ago - could it be that she dreamed of her past life?

As soon as she thought about it, her hands trembled so hard that she felt that even her breath began to burn her inner abdomen.

"Little Miss, what's wrong with you, why don't you scream if you want to drink water, let the slave pour it for you!" Zhihua got up from the single bed next to him, walked to the table, scooped up the flint, and just wanted to light the lamp, but heard Zhao Qiqi's sobbing voice, "Don't light the lamp!" She still had her eyes closed, licking her wounds quietly like a wounded little beast!

"Miss, what's wrong with you? Did you dream about it again? Although Zhao Qiqi dreams from time to time, in the past year, it has rarely been as sad and crying as now.

"Seventeen...... Seventeen took his hand...... Painting, yes...... It was he who broke away with all his might......" Zhao Qiqi covered his face, tears kept flowing from his fingers, "That is not a dream, it must have happened before...... It was he who broke Seventeen's hand, and Seventeen couldn't hold it! ”

"Miss, no one is willing to break away from Miss's hand, and the slave maid heard that what she sees in her dreams will only be the opposite of what she meets. Miss, you are so beautiful, which man is willing to let go of your hand? Don't be sad about this, it's not worth it! ”

"Painting, you don't understand, this time, this time I feel different, before, I will feel sad...... Very sad, very sad! But this time, it's heartbreaking...... In the past, I felt that I had lost something, but this time, I felt abandoned by others, which was different! Different ......"

Zhao Qiqi buried his face between his arms, twitching and accumulating, and it was useless to appease him when he stepped forward.

"Miss, the slave suspects that you were the daughter of the Sea Dragon King in your previous life, how can you be so good at making water!" Zhihua tried his best to make Zhao Seventeen laugh, thinking that he was still a fourteen-year-old child after all, and he was hurt by his family since he was a child, and he even cried like this in a dream.

"People are sad to be like this, and the painting makes fun of Seventeen!" The little face raised dissatisfiedly and asked.

Although there was no light in the room, the moon seemed to be particularly bright tonight, and the moonlight passed through the screen window, and Zhao Qiqi's face was full of tears. She scooped out the silk handkerchief, helped her wipe her tears, and said angrily and funny, "Miss, you see you crying like a cat in the middle of the night, let the slave go down to fetch you some hot water and wash your face!" That little face was sticky and sticky from crying, and after a while the whole silk handkerchief was wet.

"Then be careful!" Zhao Qiqi also felt embarrassed, and finally pouted and stopped crying.

After pushing open the door and going out, Zhao Qiqi felt sweaty from crying and extremely uncomfortable, so he walked to the window and gently pushed the window open.

The night breeze instantly filled her heart and lungs with a cool breath, and the depressed breath in her chest dissipated slightly. She looked up at the moon tonight, especially bright, and thought, it's only the tenth day of the first month, and there are so many days before the fifteenth, how can it be so bright?

She lowered her eyelashes and was about to leave, but in the blink of an eye, she covered her mouth suddenly.

I saw that in the courtyard,

A man in white sat by the well, half-tilted his head, looking in a certain direction......

It seemed to have a haunting power, and with just one glance, she could recognize that it was him!

She was about to raise her hand and shout at him, when she suddenly felt that such a loud call in the night would wake up the entire inn. In the blink of an eye, she didn't care about anything, lifted her skirt and rushed out.

She wasn't familiar with the distribution of the inn, so she instinctively ran downstairs. When she went downstairs, she tripped over her skirt and fell off one of her embroidered shoes, she stopped, only to find that the embroidered shoes had fallen from the edge of the stairs, and the bottom was pitch black, and she didn't know where they fell.

She didn't bother to look for it, she feared that if she was too late, he would disappear as in a dream.

Finally, the heavens paid off, and she rushed to him like a child......

"You...... You" Zhao Seventeen just rushed out, but he didn't know what to say, he just forgot about him in a daze. She found that even though he was sitting by the well, she could only stand at eye level with him.

Lan Ting looked at the little girl in front of her with inexplicable eyes, and she looked at him with extreme excitement on her face.

In the moonlight, I saw that the little girl was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and her stature had not yet grown. The bangs with eyebrows, the hair is scattered, and the small melon seed face is black and white. A pair of peach blossom eyes don't know the style. She was dressed in a thin white dress, with a belt of the same color tied at the waist in concentric knots and hanging down the skirt, holding the tail of the skirt with both hands, as if she was nervous, and the fist that held the skirt was clenched so tightly that she didn't even remember to wear the petticoat, and even wore only an embroidered silk shoe of a black dove, and the other foot was naked on the stone ground.

"This is the backyard, you're going in the wrong direction!" Lan Ting saw her helpless look, she just came to the guest house, and came out at night but didn't remember the way back, "You go there, you can see the counter, let the guy on duty take you back to the room!" ”

Zhao Qiqi's eyes did not leave Lan Ting's face, she shook her head, and said word by word clearly, "No...... I'm here for you! ”

The corners of Lan Ting's lips were lightly raised, he had never seen such a straightforward and reckless little girl.

"That's where I live!" Zhao Qiqi whispered again. She is still young, and she grew up with Yijing, and she doesn't know how to avoid it, seeing that he didn't say anything, she felt slightly disappointed in her heart, shouldn't he ask her what to do with him?

"The girl came out in the middle of the night and said this to me?" Lan Ting's eyes tapped at the bare feet on her side, with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

"I know you, my name is Zhao Seventeen!" She began to feel a little nervous, and she also realized that it was very inappropriate for her to rush out and talk to a strange man, but she still couldn't help but speak, she was afraid that she would miss this opportunity and miss it in the future. It's just that Lan Ting's reaction to her was too cold, making a layer of fine sweat float on her back, and the little hand holding the corner of her skirt clenched tightly into a fist.

Lan Ting didn't want to entangle with a little girl who was not in good clothes in the middle of the night, so he glanced at her coldly, and then stood up and left.

The back of turning away like this was so similar to her dream, and in the bright moonlight, even the indifference that swept out of the corners of her lips was exactly the same as in her dream. Zhao Qiqi whimpered instantly with suppressed grievances.

In the silent night, although the cry was not loud, it also alarmed Wei Qinglan, Wei Qingshuang, who was looking for her everywhere, and held the painting and the inkstone.

Four people rushed into the backyard one after another.

As soon as Wei Qinglan and Wei Qingshuang entered the courtyard, they recognized Lan Ting at a glance, knowing that nothing would happen, but they were worried that Lan Ting would recognize them, and they were worried that they would continue to investigate, but instead they lifted all the eyeliners that the Zhao family had secretly arranged in Lishui Mansion, adding to the incident. The two sisters looked at each other in tacit agreement and left.

Zhiyan was very used to it, and at a glance, he saw his young lady standing by the well in disheveled clothes, wiping her tears and crying, thinking that she was bullied by Lanting.

"Where did the lewd thief come from, dare to kidnap my young lady!" As he spoke, he rushed to the front of Lan Ting, and wanted to push and question.

Lanting let a girl touch the corner of her clothes, and when she flashed, she avoided it. Zhiyan couldn't regain his momentum for a while and fell to the ground.

The painting saw the white simple silk robe of the Lanting, although the clothes and ornaments were not gorgeous, but they were luxurious, not like the appearance of the market hooligans, not to mention that when they came out to look for it, Zhao Qiqi's door was intact, and it was obvious that his own young lady ran out.

Moreover, in the middle of the night, if there is a big noise, it must be your own lady who suffers.

"Zhiyan, you shut up for me, it's not messy enough?" She didn't hold on to the inkstone, rushed to Zhao Qiqi in a few steps, and asked in a low voice, "Miss, why did you run out?" ”

After Lan Ting dodged away, he felt so irritated that he didn't want to explain anything more to them, so he strode away.

"Don't you go yet, I'll just ask you one sentence, and when I'm done, I'll ...... I won't bother you! Zhao Seventeen was all about Lan Ting, ignoring the painting, and rushed to Lan Ting at a trot, raising his little face with stubbornness, "Seventeen wants to ask, have you also seen me?" ”

Lan Ting was entangled by her three times and twice, and a trace of disgust flashed on his face, but he suddenly felt strange, and looked sideways at the third floor, only to see Shen Qianran standing by the windowsill, looking at the courtyard.

Lan Ting looked back and looked at Zhao Qiqi, his expression was like a thin layer of ice that had just formed on the surface of the lake in early winter, and he simply threw down two words, "I've seen it!" And he strode away.

Zhao Qiqi also raised his head to see Shen Qianran, I don't know if it was because of shame or disappointment, tears flowed down his cheeks again. She quickly covered her eyelashes with her sleeves to prevent them from coming out.

Under the moonlight, Shen Qianran silently looked at Zhao Qiqi, who was a girl who could cry when she wanted to cry, laugh when she wanted to laugh, and could vent her joys, angers, sorrows and sorrows unscrupulously.

At that time, when she saw strangers, she would secretly avoid them, and when she was sad, she told herself that she couldn't cry, which would make her grandmother hate herself even more, and she would cry about her blessings.

Only in the middle of the night when no one was around, Fang hid in the bed tent and turned all the grievances of the day into silent tears.

In the early morning of the second day, Lan Ting came to the door of Shen Qianran's room, and when he was about to knock on the door, he saw that the door was just hidden, he gently pushed it open, and saw that she was combing her long hair in front of the mirror.

After a night of filtering, his feelings have been sorted out completely, looking at her, his eyes are flowing with a little soft light, quietly approaching-

In the rhombic mirror, her eyes were not in focus, as if she was in a trance, her combing movements were slow and meticulous, but it was completely instinctive, and she didn't even notice that his figure had appeared in the bronze mirror.

"Little girl, what do you want?" Lan Ting's ambiguous and slightly flirtatious voice suddenly came from above her head, waking her up from her contemplation.

With a chuckle, he reached out and took her into his arms. The man's hot breath lingered around her with the fragrance after bathing, and Shen Qianran only felt a burst of warmth hit her and entered her heart. He reached out and put his arms around his waist and buried his head in his belly.

The two embraced each other quietly, neither of them spoke, and time stood still.

For a long time -

"Why don't you ask?" He took the comb from her hand, picked up a handful of hair behind her, and brushed it one by one.

"Ask what?" She lifted her head from his arms, her eyes as clear as water.

"Why did I leave last night, and why did I stay with a girl in the yard, aren't you curious?" A hint of hurt flashed in his eyes, he couldn't bear to come to her last night, he thought that she would definitely be impatient to go to his room to ask for an explanation.

She shook her head and said lightly, "It's just a coincidence, there's nothing to ask!" Shen Qianran closed his eyes and buried his face in his arms, and saw the girl's tears. She didn't understand why the girl was so out of shape when she saw Lan Ting.

A shallow dryness rose in her heart.

"Perhaps—" After a pause, a complicated look appeared in his eyes, "I've got something missing that makes you lose control!" Lan Ting's smile opened, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth was slightly bitter.

"For example?" She didn't understand what he meant.

"For example, you're going to be jealous!" He rejected her offer, but in the middle of the night he was in the backyard with a disheveled woman. And she didn't even ask a word. If it was him, even if Nangong Ye looked at her more, he was crazy with jealousy, in order to drive Nangong Ye back to Dongyue, how much scheming did he waste!

"Lanting, I just don't think you will. I don't know what happened last night, but I do know that it must be some coincidence. I don't ask because I don't think there's any need to explain this between us! Her heart throbbed suddenly, and if the problems between her and him were all that, she could be like any innocent and romantic girl, and go to the trouble unreasonably in exchange for his care.

"You won't be suspicious?" Lan Ting felt like a vexatious child, and at this time, he wanted to open her heart and see how much place he had in her heart.

"What exactly do you want to say?" Suri Lanting is not such a person at all, and he seems too abnormal today.

"Ah Ran ......" he opened his lips and spat lightly, as if he was afraid of startling the air. looked at her, her eyes were condensed with obsessive expectation, "I just think you don't look at me too much!" He put down the comb in his hand, took her hand and put it on his chest, "You're here with me, but I don't know, where am I in you?" ”

"I want to believe you, right?" She asked seriously, "Or, did I disappoint you?" She had a feeling of being forced out of her heart, and Lan Ting knew something.

"It's me who is wrong, I took the wrong medicine!" Lan Ting's eyes cooled down little by little, he had nothing to say any more, he suddenly felt that she didn't have such a fierce and collapsing love, perhaps, she had never taken him to heart! He was afraid that if he continued to speak, what little pride he had left would be devoured by her.

"The problem is not that Zhao Seventeen, the problem is that Lan Jin and I have heard it!" Her eyebrows were cold, and for a moment, she felt herself stripped naked in front of him again.

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