The scorching sun shone brightly on the ground, shattering the bright and warm light of the room.

Under the bright window, a white dress rose and fell slowly with the wind, and under the faint light and shadow, the slender body of the half-leaning person cast a more delicate light projection on the ground.

The long, thick black eyelashes cast a shallow shadow on the white face, and the half-leaning man on the soft collapse was lazily feeling the sunbath, what a harmonious scene it must be, everything looked very pleasant.

It's just that when I was young, the brows on that beautiful face were twisted suddenly, and there was a trace of fine sweat on my forehead, as if I had dreamed of something bad.

"Childe, Childe" called again and again, and suddenly called back the person who was immersed in the dream.

Son.

Nangong Luojing slowly opened his eyes, chewed the name he had just heard in his ears, and then came to his senses from the dream just now.

I am still a little unaccustomed to the title of "childe", and after being in a coma that night, I woke up again and was already in this place.

A huge room, coupled with a little girl named Mei'er waiting for her, this is where Lan Lingxuan put her under house arrest.

Lan Lingxuan placed her here, and did not reveal her identity, including Mei'er, who only knew that she was their king's honored guest, and did not dare to snub her in the slightest.

"Childe" called softly again, Nangong Luojing raised her head and looked at the little girl who had been serving her for three days, and saw that she handed over a somewhat moist and hot towel, only to find that there was some fine sweat on her body, she reached out and took the towel and wiped it gently, but her mind inadvertently wandered in the scene she saw in her dream.

The mist is shrouded, like a fairyland, but the leaves and flowers bloom colorfully.

What an incongruous scenery, glad it was a dream, but unfortunately it made her dream.

The fairy in the flowers, dancing, a peaceful scene.

But in the next moment, the wind and clouds surged, as if the scene of a storm was coming.

The peaceful world was plunged into a gust of wind, and the previous peace vanished in an instant.

A dream is a nightmare full of dreams, a nightmare without warning, a dream that has nothing to do with reality, but it can make you sweat lightly when you wake up suddenly.

"Childe is having a nightmare," Mei'er, who was standing beside her, asked curiously.

Nangong Luo Jing stared at the place where the light suddenly appeared, raised his eyebrows, and pulled a faint smile, but he was silent.

The next moment, ignoring Mei'er's steps, Nangong Luojing walked down the corridor around and gently stepped on the young grass in that place, and clearly heard Mei'er's very slight sigh in his ears, but he only didn't hear it.

She was reluctant to speak, even if it was just a sentence, and she was stingy.

It doesn't belong to her, she knows it better than anything.

The climate in the east is warm, and for the past three days, she has been lazily hiding under the eaves like a cat, lazily hiding under the eaves and sleeping with her eyes closed, because she has nothing else to do except this.

She was also bored, but she was still attached to the palace, she leaned on the railing and closed her eyes, the refreshing wind gently caressed her cheeks, bringing an incomparably cool comfort, although her eyes were closed, her brain was indeed extremely lucid, so sober that even the light footsteps behind her that had not made a sound could be truly recognized.

She pretended not to know, quietly waiting for the footsteps to approach, quietly waiting for her body to be taken into another body in the next moment, letting the familiar breath linger under her nose, and then slowly dissipate in the wind

When Lan Lingxuan stepped into Mengjing Xuan, he saw such a scene:

Nangong Luo Jing was dressed in a white robe, and although her smooth silver hair was pulled up, she did not lose that flowing feeling at all.

The white and delicate side face is covered with a layer of warm light color, which makes the soft curves appear softer.

"Wang" Mei'er just wanted to salute, but Lan Lingxuan waved his hand and immediately stopped his voice, turned around and withdrew from the room.

After a while, the woman had already noticed that someone was staring at her intently, so she suddenly looked back in the direction where her eyes came, only to see Lan Lingxuan in a royal blue dress already standing in the room looking at her with raised eyebrows.

"Dongwang is really leisurely," she smiled at the person in the room, and the smile was deep.

The person in the room groaned, then raised his eyes, his brows furrowed slightly, and he said in an elegant voice: "Do you have to speak like this?"

"Dongwang expects Luo Jing to say good things" The coldness in her eyes gradually overflowed, but she still talked and laughed, and the smile was light.

"I don't expect" just that I don't want her to speak like she hates him.

"Dongwang himself thinks it's impossible, how can he ask Luo Jing to be kind to him" She smiled, and the other half of the coldness hidden in her eyes flashed between her eyes without missing anything, and after speaking, Nangong Luo Jing took up her robe and walked out slowly.

Staring at the woman outside the corridor, Lan Lingxuan sighed, and just a dodge, he appeared beside the woman.

"Let's go back to the house, the light outside is fierce," and in the low voice, there was a plea that even Lan Lingxuan himself was not aware of.

"Is the king of the East so gentle with the hostages" She looked up, her eyes fell on the face that showed a hint of nervousness, and she raised her eyes and smiled, and the irony in her eyes was undisguised.

"Hostage," her cold words fell on his ear, like a large piece of ice smashing on his head: "This king did not take you hostage"

"Oh, Luo Jing doesn't think that the East King treats Luo Jing like a guest now" She said firmly, and even the eyes looking at him were a little more determined.

The wind suddenly rose, rolling up a soft breath, passing through the sleeves and hitting the upper body.

Lan Lingxuan only felt that his current self was like being in an extremely cold place, so cold that he couldn't feel a trace of temperature.

"Okay, if you say that this king treats you as a hostage, then this king will show you" The temperature in the words dropped sharply, and those slender eyes were full of coldness.

He dragged Nangong Luojing's hand that fell on his side, and with a little force, he brought her into the house.

The white clothes fluttered, lined with the blue silk that matched incomparably.

Suddenly, Nangong Luo Jing was thrown on the bed by him, and the sudden force made Nangong Luo Jing slightly taken aback, and when he wanted to get up, he was pressed by the man's handsome body and couldn't move.

Before he could react, his slightly domineering kiss fell on his cheek.

"Lan Lingxuan, you're crazy" She used all her strength to struggle under him, but to no avail.

The more she struggled, the more domineering his kiss became.

The hands on her waist and head were so powerful that she didn't have the power to resist or flee.