"Princess, how dare you talk to the third prince like that just now?" On the way back to the house, Zheng'er asked Mo Lan with wide eyes, and the expression on her face couldn't tell whether it was worship or fear.

"Huh? How? Mo Lan raised her eyebrows puzzled, it turned out that he was the third prince, was there anything wrong with talking to him like that?

"The third prince is the first beautiful man in the Lieyun Dynasty, and he is the dream lover of all the women in the world." "If you offend him, how many people will hate you." ”

She was so lucky that she met the first beautiful man as soon as she came out? Si Yunyin is not a few points worse than him? She stopped and turned her head to look at Zheng'er: "What about our prince?" At least it's in the top few, and there must be no fewer women who like him, right? ”

Zheng'er thought about it seriously and replied: "I haven't heard of this, and I rarely hear anyone outside talking about the prince." ”

Even if you talk about it, I'm afraid it's a mocking word, right? Mo Lan sighed, it was really the same fate, no wonder Si Yunyin's personality was so arrogant.

"Zheng'er." She walked a few steps and suddenly asked, "You say, is our prince terrible, or the third prince?" ”

"Princess." Zheng'er looked at her in surprise, "The third prince is the kindest of the many princes. "And their lord, she had seen his terrible as early as the first day when the princess sent him morning soup. So, the answer is obvious.

Mo Lan chuckled and shook her head. I don't think this little girl understands what she means. Sometimes, a person is too cold and can alienate people. And if a person is too perfect, it is easy to have a sense of distance. This kind of distance may be unconsciously pulled away by yourself, or it may be deliberately blocked by others.

She turned her head and winked proudly at Zheng'er: "Even our princess dares to offend, are you still afraid of offending the third prince?" ”

"Huh?"

Seeing Zheng'er's stunned appearance, Mo Lan suddenly swept away the previous haze and was in a good mood. She suddenly had an impulse to run all the way back to King Min's mansion, rushed to the study and shouted Si Yunyin's name out loud, and then laughed madly at his stunned expression.

It's just that the plot conceived in her mind can't become a reality after all, she still slowly walked back to the palace with Zheng'er, and quietly returned to the Jianyue Pavilion. However, the moment she stepped into the courtyard, she unexpectedly saw the thin moon-white robe standing with her back to her.

"Lord Wang?" She called hesitantly, her heart full of doubts, what was he doing here? It looks like I've been waiting for a while, haven't I seen her for a day, and I miss her? Apparently impossible, self-vetoed.

Hearing her low call, Si Yunyin slowly turned around and glanced at her coldly: "Where did you go?" ”

The moment he turned around, Mo Lan couldn't help but be a little stunned—he seemed to be much paler today than he had been a few days before, and even those lips had almost lost their blood. He looked so haggard and weak, as if a gust of wind could blow him down. She remembered that he was sick and frail. Soon after the rumors of the world, my heart trembled inexplicably for a moment.

"You, what's wrong?" She asked with some concern.

Si Yunyin interrupted her in a cold voice: "This king is asking you." Those bottomless eyes were still as cold as a sword, piercing her body mercilessly.