The sound came from the courtyard.

Lin Yunran pushed open the door and was about to go out, but was stopped by Long Zhaolin.

"Don't come out, just be in the room."

There was no nervousness or worry on his face, but he was still happy.

Lin Yunran obediently retreated to the room, but quietly walked to the window and looked into the courtyard through the gap in the window lattice.

Then she saw something quite familiar.

Wasn't that the dragon she had used on the battlefield before?

Why is there also here?

Is it made from mulberry leaves?

She thought that Long Zhaolin had asked Sang Ye to come here just to be the puppet of the Emperor, but she didn't expect him to have other plans.

Long Zhaolin looked around Jiaolong again and again, and was even satisfied.

It's just that this yard is too small, only the head of the dragon is outside, and the rest is still underground.

Otherwise, he would definitely want to control it and see if this dragon was as powerful as Lin Yunran's work.

As if noticing his gaze, Long Zhaolin glanced back.

Lin Yunran didn't dodge.

It was normal for her to be interested in this dragon.

Anyone who suddenly hears such a noise will be worried.

Long Zhaolin only glanced at it and then turned around, as if he felt that she definitely wouldn't know what it was.

Lin Yunran saw the mulberry leaves coming out of the dragon's head, his face was quite haggard, and his heart ached.

If he hadn't asked him to come to the capital, he wouldn't have been caught by Long Zhaolin.

Fortunately, he had already found a way to let him know about the heavy building, and the time when Long Zhaolin took him out was when he escaped from the palace.

After another thud, the dragon returned to the ground.

Long Zhaolin asked people to bring the mulberry leaves back.

Lin Yunran didn't find any chains on the mulberry leaf (身shēn), and it seems that he used other methods to control the mulberry leaf.

Most of it is poison again.

He and Han Ziche are really a little similar, even the style of doing things is the same.

I don't know if he learned it from Han Ziche, or if Han Ziche asked him to learn it?

Long Zhaolin turned around and walked towards Lin Yunran's room.

She walked over and opened the door, but instead of falling on him (身shēn), her gaze looked into the courtyard.

"Don't worry, it's just a prop that the king asked him to make and prepare to perform at his father's birthday banquet." Long Zhaolin saw that she was still worried, and said softly.

I have to say that Long Zhaolin is really good at coaxing people.

If Lin Yunran was an ordinary person, he would definitely believe his words and think that he just wanted to make the emperor happy.

"I heard that the Emperor Taishang's temper has not been very good recently, so you must be careful when entering the palace." After Lin Yunran finished speaking, he immediately showed a nervous look, as if he realized that he had said the wrong thing,

She was about to explain, but Long Zhaolin smiled, "My father's temper is indeed not very good, but he has always been very good to this king, so this king will not be thrown into prison like those people." ”

"That's good." Lin Yunran pretended to be relieved, put his hand on the door, and wanted to close the door, but was stopped by Long Zhaolin.

"What else does the prince command?"

Long Zhao

Lin's gaze fell on her hand, scrutinizing.

Under the moonlight, her hands looked very soft at first glance, and there was no roughness at all.

But she's been working on the mechanism for so long, no matter how well she protects it, her hands are no longer the same as before.

"Lord Wang?" Seeing that he didn't speak, Lin Yunran had to shout again.

Long Zhaolin squeezed her hand, his movements were not gentle, it seemed that he wanted to question her.

But the touch of those hands was not as soft as he thought, but rough and a little awkward.

"The slave and maid did a lot of rough work, and their hands were full of calluses, which made the prince smile." Lin Yunran withdrew his hand.

"You don't have to do that anymore." The suspicion in Long Zhaolin's eyes disappeared most of the time.

It's just a little girl, why does he have to be suspicious?

"How's that going to work? If the slave or maid does not do something, they will be revived. Besides, slaves and maids can't be kept by the prince for nothing, right? Lin Yunran glanced at his bandaged other hand, "When the slave's injury is healed, I can make red bean cake for the prince." ”

She deliberately mentioned her injury, just to let Long Zhaolin remember who caused the injury.

Qi Guiren is bent on controlling him, and he is bent on getting rid of control.

If she helps in the middle, they will definitely lose both.

"This wound is slowly raised, this king wants to eat red bean crisp, just let people go to Guifangzhai to buy it." Long Zhaolin looked at her eyes, which were as bright as a clear spring, making him feel that all the troubles in this world could be easily forgotten.

"It's just a minor injury, and it'll heal soon." Lin Yunran replied with a smile.

"If there is anything inconvenient, just tell this king, and this king will let someone help you." Long Zhaolin's gaze flicked back and forth over her.

Lin Yunran was stared at by him, and his stomach churned.

Before, she wasn't worried about what Long Zhaolin thought of her, but now she couldn't worry about it.

After all, she had already reached Long Zhaolin's (身shēn) side.

"The slave is not so weak, but she has two broken fingers." Lin Yunran lowered his eyelids and replied.

When Long Zhaolin saw her like this, he knew that what he had just said had made her misunderstood.

Her heart must be like a deer at this moment, right?

"That's the best. The people in this house, it is difficult for this king to rest assured. "Long Zhaolin is not in a hurry.

It's like having a pet, and now he hasn't been able to fully get her done, and if he does, it will only scare her.

"It's not early, the prince should rest early." After Lin Yunran finished saying this, seeing Long Zhaolin nodded, he turned (shēn) to leave, breathed a long sigh of relief, and put away the silver needle in his hand.

For a moment, she wanted to do it directly to Long Zhaolin.

This is the easiest way to solve the problem.

But she knew that there were many secret guards around here, and once something happened to Long Zhaolin, they would kill her directly without saying anything, and they wouldn't give her a chance to explain at all.

That's why she didn't take the risk.

Back in the room, Lin Yunran again

He removed the gauze from his hands and applied ointment to his wounds.

In fact, her injuries are not so serious, and she only needs to raise them for another ten years (日rì) to heal.

Missing two fingers doesn't make much of a difference to her, and she can make delicate tricks too.

If you use the mechanism to deal with Long Zhaolin, won't it arouse suspicion?

Placing the mechanism somewhere in the courtyard, as long as it is triggered, Long Zhaolin can be killed, and she was standing far away from him at that time, which can completely rule out suspicion.

But what if someone else triggered the agency, or who saw it when she placed it?

Lin Yunran grabbed her hair, hoping that heaven could directly chop Long Zhaolin to death with a thunderbolt, so that she could save trouble.

(End of chapter)