I saw a woman dressed as a lady, curling Tingting, standing under the plum tree, she was wearing a light green long dress, embroidered plum blossom dark lines, a green silk with a golden butterfly oblique tassel shallow pull, a small butterfly carved with a pink crystal between the forehead, emitting a faint light, Emei swept, the face is very gorgeous.

At the same time, a pair of white jade bracelets on her wrist took advantage of her wrist skin, and a pair of gilt shoes on her feet were decorated with moist jade gemstones, and her cold eyes flowed, like a pale butterfly that had lost its direction in the dark, affectionate and indifferent, coupled with the gold hairpin jade jade on her body, it was even more cold with a hint of coldness.

At the same time, the woman stopped talking, and was also carefully looking at the blue Keman in front of her who was as delicate as a starry fairy.

Lan Keman instantly saw that this woman was actually Ling Xingyue's side lady - Leng Qingqiu!

Lan Keman suddenly remembered her purpose for coming to Ling Xingyue, and suddenly felt that her heart was empty, and she couldn't help but stumble and say:

"I ...... I...... I'm not...... It's not that I'm here to find Ling Xingyue, oh, no! I'm not here to find the little prince, I'm ...... I...... I ......"

Lan Keman felt a huge shame overflowing his chest for a moment, and a panicked and painful look flashed in his eyes, and Lan Keman suddenly woke up:

"He has a wife, although he is a side wife, but he is also married to the Ming media, and the Holy Queen Mother personally decreed the marriage of the imperial gift, right, what am I doing?! Am I really a frivolous woman?! ”

Lan Keman trembled, and he didn't know how to answer, but he twisted his wrist brute force, twisted his slender fingers brute force, and the entanglement, melancholy, reluctance, helplessness, reserve, twisting, pain, shame and countless frustration in his eyes all poured out at once, and they were all naked in front of Leng Qingqiu.

Before Lan Keman could turn around and run away, Leng Qingqiu sneered heavily, and his lips opened lightly:

"Ah Yue, he doesn't want to see you, don't you understand what he means? is so frivolous, how embarrassed to stand in the palace. ”

With just one sentence, Lan Keman no longer had any strength, no face, and the courage to stay outside the gate of this small courtyard for a moment.

The sound of "Ah Yue" tore Lan Keman's heart into a mess, if it was said that the five internal organs were just cut by a sharp blade just now, and the blood was dripping, then now even the air was filled with dense flames, Lan Keman only felt that his organs were burning, the pain was unbearable, and his limbs were about to be pulled by the surrounding air and were about to break, and he had no strength to take a step.

There was chaos all around, nothing could be seen clearly, only a large area of dazzling white light and heat waves swept in, and she was almost completely unable to breathe due to the huge shame and indescribable feelings, and every inch of her body was torn apart as if it was about to be crushed.

"Shut up! Deserted autumn! ”

If it weren't for the entrustment of the ontological prince phantom, she had already promised to take good care of Leng Qingqiu, Ling Xingyue couldn't wait to slap her palm, so that she would never be able to say a word again.

From the time he decided to meet Lan Keman, Ling Xingyue did not relax his body and ears for a moment, he had even noticed Lan Keman's arrival when Lan Keman and Xiao Haozi were talking outside the courtyard gate, but he didn't dare and couldn't see Lan Keman again, so he was angry at why Lan Keman came here again, angry at why Xiao Hao came in without consent to report the incident of Lan Keman's visit, angry and he still couldn't let go, but he couldn't bear it and even dropped a teacup, to calm down and tell yourself that you want to step out to meet Lan Keman's legs and that beating heart.

Ling Xingyue originally thought that when she heard the news that she was not meeting her, Lan Keman would leave quietly on her own, but who knows, when Leng Qingqiu came out of nowhere, Ling Xingyue herself completely listened to the slightest movement of Lan Keman, and did not notice that Leng Qingqiu heard Lan Keman's footsteps visiting the prince's mansion alone, and quietly followed.

When he heard Leng Qingqiu say the first sentence, Ling Xingyue stood up from the desk seat in shock, and when he heard Lan Keman's pitiful trembling and stammering words, Ling Xingyue's heart suddenly tightened his five internal organs, but he warned himself:

"Ling Xingyue, you can't go out, if you go out, you promise to never see Lan Keman again, and you won't be able to do it again."

Ling Xingyue clearly knew that his feelings for Lan Keman, he didn't dare to try to see Lan Keman again, and he could still do it without holding her hand, not taking her into his arms, not staring into her eyes, not caring for everything about her, he couldn't see her trembling in pain, and controlled himself not to comfort or take care of her.

So Ling Xingyue also unconsciously grabbed a wolf's red sandalwood brush in her hand, and held it tightly, one end of the brush fiercely pressed against her legs that wanted to walk towards the door of the small courtyard several times, until the tip of the pen pierced the skin in the placket, oozing faint blood, Ling Xingyue was already standing stiffly, not daring to move.

It wasn't until Leng Qingqiu's second sentence came out that Ling Xingyue couldn't bear this heartache anymore, and was glad that he clearly heard the violent and shocking beating sound in Lan Keman's heart, which shook Lan Keman's chest like a drum, and then, Ling Xingyue heard Lan Keman's almost inaudible shallow breathing:

"Man'er is almost out of breath!"

As soon as this thought rushed into Ling Xingyue's mind, he instantly became furious, grabbed the pen in his hand, and rushed to the door in two jumps, and the moment he opened the door and went out, he had to make a look of not caring about Lan Keman at all, and the clouds were light.

Just when Lan Keman felt that his eyes were drowsy, and he twisted his wrist with brute force, a pair of warm palms gently broke Lan Keman's self-exerting fingers, the fingertips were already blood-red, Lan Keman didn't even realize that he had scratched his wrist, and the dense blood beads and blood stains were shocking Ling Xingyue's eyes.

Lan Keman heard the familiar voice, and the layer of frost and mist that he was hazy in his eyes could no longer be controlled, overflowing into a lake, overflowing his eyes in an instant, infiltrating Ling Xingyue's unbearable eyes.

Lan Keman looked at Ling Xingyue in a daze, dressed in a strong ink-colored shirt, melancholy and cold, but he couldn't hide his moon-white wind from the inside out, but there were layers of waves in this pretended to be a plain clear spring.

Lan Keman put his hand into Ling Xingyue's palm, and was grabbed by him and gently pinched and led into the small courtyard that Ling Xingyue easily did not let anyone enter, but he never looked at Leng Qingqiu, who was angry and angry next to him.

"Come here, I'll help you bandage your wounds."