"Lan family, what kind of thing is the Si family, I, the son of the Tang Mansion Yin, can I still be afraid that he will not be able to do a small steward of the ranch?"

A rather arrogant and smug voice followed Lan Keman's voice.

Ling Xingyue's heart suddenly tightened, ignoring the rain entering her eyes, her eyes were angry as if they were about to dry the raindrops.

jumped one after another, and at the same time, with the extreme sharpness of his ears, coupled with the use of spiritual power, he instantly determined the location of Lan Keman.

Ling Xingyue adjusted her direction slightly, her face was cold, and there was a fire burning in her eyes!

"Let go!"

Before anyone arrived, screamed!

After Lan Keman heard this voice, he didn't know why he immediately felt that suffocating sense of fear and helplessness disappeared at the same time.

She saw a black figure with teary eyes, and it rushed forward, so fast that Lan Keman felt that the golden light and shadow of the clothes on his chest flashed in front of him in an instant.

"Smack!"

"Oops!"

"Poof!"

"Smack!"

Several sounds appear to occur at the same time in an instant.

When Lan Keman looked at it again, he saw that the first-class obscene and superb man, the son of Fu Yin, had fallen into a piece of mud far away with his mouth gnawing on mud, and he was pouting his ass high and wanted to get up, but it seemed that his wrist or arm had been twisted, and he couldn't use his strength, he couldn't get up, and he was crying and screaming for his mother.

The other entourage who were a little farther away from Lan Keman, because they didn't dare to touch the corner of Lan Keman's clothes because they stood behind the lewd son, which was also their blessing, but fortunately they didn't touch it!

So their arms were still intact, but they all fell into the distance, "Oops! Oops! "The desperate struggle.

The lewd boy here scolded directly:

"You bastards, don't you come here and help me up! Waiting for Uncle Ben to stand up on his own?! ”

There was no way, the other few hurriedly struggled to get up, endured the dizziness of being fallen, swollen legs and back pain, and limped over to help the prince of Fu Yin up.

The son of the Fu Yin was spitting out mud and dirty water in his mouth, and one of the attendants seemed to be arrogant.

knuckles scolded at Ling Xingyue:

"What kind of kid are you, you are not small, you dare to beat our dignified son of Yin! I think you're tired of it! ”

Ling Xingyue was like a shadow, she instantly went over and gave the little guy a few mouths, and before leaving, she kicked him away and fell farther away, unable to get up again.

After doing all this, a leap returned to Lan Keman's side, while taking Lan Keman into his arms, covering her trembling body with a coat, he didn't look back, gritted his teeth and said:

"Get out! I won't kill you today, all because I'm worried about scaring this young lady, if there is a next time, no matter how rude it is to any woman, I will not be spared! ”

No one dared to reply, and the remaining two who were not seriously injured quickly picked up the two seriously injured, helped them climb on horseback, and then ran away quickly.

"Wait! I Ling Xingyue will not change my name, I will not change my surname, if your father's mansion Yin still wants to continue, it is better to take care of you well, otherwise, I Ling Xingyue, a first-class military candidate, will give the prince a gift, and he will let him come to see him! ”

Ling Xingyue was worried that these despicable people would come to trouble the Lan family in the future, so she directly warned her, and by the way, she took the whole matter on herself.

When a few people heard it, Ling Xingyue turned out to be like this, especially that Fu Yin Gongzi, after all, he had followed his father for a few years, and it seemed that he had heard his father say a few words, and there was a foreign surname in the court who was very good at fighting, and his surname was Ling.

In this way, he was even more frightened and almost fell off the horse, and the wrist could not be forced, so one of the little men with a little more strength had to ride the same horse behind him and carry his young master away.

Ling Xingyue looked down at Lan Keman in her arms, only to see her looking at herself in disbelief, due to the suddenness of the incident, her body was a little stiff, her hands were clenched into fists, and her fingertips were a little white.

Ling Xingyue gently stroked the top of Lan Keman's head a few times, and said to her calmly:

"Relax! Don't be afraid! Let go of your hands, don't scratch yourself so hard, it will hurt for a while. ”

After speaking, he pulled Lan Keman's two white and delicate little hands over, and gently broke her fingers one by one for her.

Lan Keman only felt a warmth in his hand, and he didn't feel a slight tremble.

"Does it hurt?"

But it was Ling Xingyue who picked up those soft little hands in the palms of his two hands, put them to his mouth, and gently "exhaled" twice.

The faint breeze under their feet swept over the clothes of the two people, and the few ancient trees in the grassland were entangled into wisps of gentle gonghou sounds, the sky was foggy, the clouds were rolling up, and the rain did not know when it stopped.

Ling Xingyue's eyebrows and eyes were lowered, focusing on what she was doing, and a trace of soft hair that fell from her sideburns was blown by the wind, gently fluttering up, and then gently gliding down, crossing the palms of the two of them.

Originally, it was just because I was too nervous, and my fingers were too tight, leaving a few nail marks on the white palm, and it hurt a little at first, but now it is not so uncomfortable.

But Ling Xingyue's eyes were so gentle, somehow, Lan Keman replied glutinously:

"Pain~~"

Lan Keman didn't know why she would lie to Ling Xingyue, just like she didn't know how Ling Xingyue knew that she was in danger, and why she rescued her again and again.

Holding Lan Keman's hand and retracting it, Ling Xingyue suddenly closed her eyes, tilted her head to the side, her face faded, and she said gloomily:

"Miss Blue, please talk to me about something and distract me."

Lan Keman looked at his eyes, a little puzzled:

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Say something inconsequential and calm me down." Ling Xingyue explained, closing her eyes, still holding Lan Keman's two hands with one hand, and pressing the fingertips of the other hand against the middle of her forehead, as if she was trying her best to hide something.

"Hmm," Lan Keman racked his brain to think of small trivia,

"The sweet brew you gave me is really delicious...... Well, and that mug is really beautiful, I love it so much. ”

Ling Xingyue still closed her eyes, her fingertips still pressed against her forehead.

"Well, then I'll make you some next time, you can save it and drink it slowly."

After saying this, Ling Xingyue opened her eyes, unlike just now, the traces of fire in those eyes were very obvious.

"Are you feeling better?"

Lan Keman asked worriedly.

"Not much better."

Lan Keman was still waiting for Ling Xingyue to continue, but Ling Xingyue didn't speak anymore, he lowered his head and stroked Lan Keman's forehead again, his face finally calmed down from stiffness.

"What's wrong with you?" Lan Keman's voice was very small.

"I didn't get hurt in any way, you relax." Lan Keman's voice was even quieter.

When Ling Xingyue heard this, most of the fire in her eyes dissipated, and she was replaced by a deeper and deeper gentle style, and even her voice was lowered.