Ling Xingyue thought about it, in the face of the situation at that time, he could only drag on not getting married and not explaining, and it wasn't long before the Holy Lord and the Queen Mother came down with an edict that he had to marry Leng Qingqiu.

But the saint also knew that after all, Leng Qingqiu was a widow, and Ling Xingyue was the hereditary prince of the dynasty, so Leng Qingqiu only married into the palace as a side room.

Later, because of this, Ling Xingyue had to leave Beijing and come to the grassland "Lanke" ranch.

On the one hand, it is to calm the anger of the saints, and he can't leave Leng Qingqiu and leave Beijing alone as soon as he gets married;

On the other hand, it is also to let Leng Qingqiu be under his nose, so that he can know what she is going to do at any time, and he can also take precautions.

The most important thing is that Ling Xingyue still has a little hope at that time, he hopes that he can use Leng Qingqiu to hang out the body of the prince, so that he can open the empathy of the three spirits, so that he can find the girl, that is, Lan Keman.

If Lan Keman is found, Leng Qingqiu can also come out to help him explain when he can't explain.

Although Ling Xingyue's thoughts could not be exhausted, in the end, Ling Xingyue still looked at Lan Keman with very sincere and bright eyes without blinking and said:

"I ask you to believe me, if you don't believe me again, I can only let Leng Qingqiu come over and explain to you in person!"

Lan Keman quietly listened to Ling Xingyue's story, and then she understood why, Ling Xingyue had to marry Leng Qingqiu, and only then did she understand why Ling Xingyue had always taken Leng Qingqiu with her, and even more understood, why Ling Xingyue never took his side wife with him no matter where she went.

Besides, Lan Keman had always heard Ling Xingyue call her side lady a cold girl, and never called her Mrs. or Qingqiu or anything, let alone anything like calling herself "Man'er".

Speaking of which, Lan Keman especially wanted to ask Ling Xingyue, why he was so enthusiastic about himself, and he had rescued him many times, although he knew that he had a little advantage in terms of appearance, but no matter how he looked at it, Ling Xingyue was not like the kind of superficial person who only looked at his appearance.

But Lan Keman opened her mouth, but finally closed it, such a topic, she asked a woman, isn't it too embarrassing.

After a moment of silence, Lan Keman took another sip of sweet brew, and then slowly raised his head again and said:

"I believe in you!"

Listening to Ling Xingyue's ears, this sentence is worthy of being a natural sound, no matter what kind of beautiful music it is, it is nothing more than that.

What he had been most worried about was that Lan Keman would not be able to forgive him because of Leng Qingqiu's affairs, and the existence of that warm brother Situ made Ling Xingyue even more uneasy.

Now hearing her affirmative answer with her own ears, Ling Xingyue's heart is finally a little more steady, and the food that is no longer so tangled is not fragrant, and she can't sleep at night.

Outside the window, the fine leaves of the green bamboo are cut and cut, and the poplars are gently turned with the wind, and the bright dewdrops formed by the dripping rain are crystal down.

Ling Xingyue was finally left behind today because of the biggest burden in her heart, so her face was much happier, and her deep eyes seemed to be clear, like a full lake soaked in brilliant sunlight, which made people indulge in it, and they didn't want to turn their cheeks away.

A cool breeze blew in through the open window, Lan Keman couldn't help but tremble, Ling Xingyue reached out and took his coat when he saw this, stood up and surrounded Lan Keman, and turned back, the movement was fast and graceful, it seemed to be as lazy as a cat, but it was not panicked at all, making people feel very stable and proper.

"You should wear it when you go back, although I would love to match what you wear, but your warmth is much more important than that!"

Ling Xingyue said softly.

Lan Keman wrinkled his little nose and smiled, and said crisply:

"I thought you would reprimand me too, telling me not to freeze myself for the sake of beauty, but to wear more and dress myself as a bear!"

Ling Xingyue couldn't help laughing when she looked at the little mouth, opening and closing it up and down, and then asked with a smile:

"What? Does your aunt often say that about you? ”

Lan Keman nodded pitifully:

"Yes, you don't know, as soon as the temperature drops down a little, my aunt will chase me and chatter, you have to wear more! Even if you dress like a bear, in your mother's heart, you are the most beautiful! Wait a minute! ”

Ling Xingyue laughed for a while when she heard this, and then looked at Lan Keman very seriously:

"I think so too, Man'er, I think you're the most beautiful in whatever you wear! Besides, I can also wear it with you, and if you dress as a bear, I will also wear it as a bear. ”

Ling Xingyue's face was a little red after speaking, and the sunset rose in her ears, and then she said in an inaudible voice:

"Besides, as long as I'm here, I won't let you get cold! You can treat me as your own little sun, hehe"

In fact, what Ling Xingyue meant was that if he accompanied Lan Keman and wore less clothes one day, he Ling Xingyue would rather use his spiritual power than be reluctant to let Lan Keman get cold.

"But if I'm not with you, you'd better wear more! Besides, you are so slender, no matter how much you wear, you will never be able to become a bear, and even if you do, you are the best-looking bear in the world! ”

Ling Xingyue said to Lan Keman seriously.

Lan Keman and Ling Xingyue chatted like this, and ate a meal until mid-afternoon, and then slowly ate well.

Ling Xingyue was not in a hurry, she also chatted with Lan Keman slowly, adding sweet brew to her from time to time, and every time she would pour herself the same cup to try it first, if she felt colder, she would call the store to warm it up.

In this way, when she was almost finished eating, Lan Keman suddenly thought that Ling Xingyue had said that she would take her to a particularly beautiful place, but because she chatted too happily during the meal, she actually forgot about this matter to the clouds.

Lan Keman glared at the innocent big eyes and asked:

"What then? Little Lord Ling, I'm afraid I don't have time to go today! I'd love to see that beautiful place. ”

Ling Xingyue heard that Lan Keman had resumed calling him "Little Lord Ling", so she sighed and said:

"Don't worry, aren't we having a good time today? Taking you to see the scenery there was originally to relieve the mood affected by what you encountered today, and since you are in a good mood, my purpose has been achieved! ”

Ling Xingyue stretched out her hand and took out two small pieces of gold leaves, placed them in the corner of the table casually, and once again reached out and pinched the two cups and the pot of immortal drunk, still folded a very thin bamboo branch, the bamboo leaf was delicate and verdant, and then woven the pot of immortal drunk into it, ready to take it back to make a bottle of sweet brew for Lan Keman.

Ling Xingyue said while weaving:

"We'll have a long time in the future, don't worry, I'll always take you there!"