Leng Qinglang bit his lower lip aggrievedly, and said sourly: "Although the wisteria flowers are beautiful, there is always a little bit of childishness, and they can't be on the table, where are the peonies planted in the main courtyard are magnificent and pleasing to the eye?" The concubine is just a concubine, and naturally she can only be an inconspicuous wisteria flower. ”

Murong Qi's hand stiffened: "You like peonies?" ”

Leng Qinglang lowered his head and hooked his chin to his chest: "Don't worry about the prince, the concubine is just feeling her life experience." ”

Murong Qi suddenly remembered coldly that two days ago, he heard the people in the mansion talk about those rumors about the Jin family's mistreatment of Leng Qinghuan, his heart sank, and he let go of her hand.

"Your grandfather is a dignified minister, and your father is the right minister under one person, what do you have to feel like? It's more honorable than that hillbilly. ”

"What's this, it's better than my sister's good skills. Today's events can be witnessed by the prince, my sister is good at winning people's hearts, and she is used to taking the opportunity to make things difficult for concubines. If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to be called virtuous in front of many guests, I don't know how to persecute me today. ”

Murong Qi was noncommittal, and only comforted lightly: "I have wronged you today." ”

"Who made my sister accustomed to being clever and obedient, and the old lady liked it? If the concubine has grievances, she can only knock out her teeth and swallow blood. Leng Qinglang raised his eyes and wanted to cry: "On the day of the wedding, the old lady was different, so Qinglang understood that she had to be suppressed everywhere in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and now that he has come to the palace, he also wants to bow down and be small, and swallow his anger." ”

Murong Qi was silent, a little impatient with Leng Qinglang's endless self-pity: "As long as this king favors you, it's enough." ”

Leng Qinglang sat down beside him, poured him a glass of wine, held it with his slender white fingertips, and handed it to him.

"It's Qinglang who is insatiable. It's just that today in the Earl's Palace, I didn't expect my sister to come uninvited, and it seemed that the concubine was so embarrassed, which caused many guests to laugh. I was restless for a while, and I really wished there was a crack in the ground that let me get into it and hide. ”

"Blame the king for not thinking about it enough."

Leng Qinglang looked at his face carefully, and saw that he didn't understand his thoughts, so he thought about it and changed the word: "It's me who is boring to myself, and my sister should have gone to this kind of occasion." After all, she is your nominal concubine, what am I, I am worse than a girl. ”

Murong Qi's face sank instantly, pursed his thin lips, and held back his anger.

"What do you mention her for? Who knew she would go to Earl's Court as a guest? If you don't want to go to this kind of thing in the future, don't go. ”

"No," Leng Qinglang hurriedly argued, but he couldn't reveal his ambition too obviously: "The concubine is naturally willing to share the worries of the prince." The prince's army is busy, and if you don't have time to manage some trivial things in this house, just leave it to the concubine to take care of. ”

Murong Qi's sharp and deep phoenix eyes flashed, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked: "The housekeeper is loyal and reliable, and he is proficient in human affairs, and he takes care of these trivial matters enough." Just be pure and happy. ”

Leng Qinglang knocked again and again, wanting to ask Murong Qi for a promise, and then take charge of the steward of the palace, but he didn't expect Murong Qi to seem to be completely puzzled, and looking at his face, he was not as affectionate as when he looked at himself, there was a trace of coldness in his eyes, so he stopped knowingly, and skillfully changed the topic.

"In fact, there is a saying, the concubine body is really not vomiting and unhappy, my sister has never studied medicine, where did she get the detoxification ability today? And coincidentally, the food box actually prepared an antidote in advance? ”

This is also what Murong Qi is puzzled about: "She said that she has understood since she was a child, but she is afraid that she will hide it in the Prime Minister's Mansion, right?" ”

"She doesn't know any herbs. Moreover, if she really has this ability to bring the dead back to life, how can her mother and brother be helpless when they are seriously ill? Leng Qinglang categorically denied it.

Murong Qi's heart moved, remembering the suspicion of her today, and her eyebrows gathered into a pimple: "Are you sure that she didn't know medical skills originally?" ”

"If the prince doesn't believe it, you can ask the princess who is serving beside her."

Murong Qi let out a cold "um" and took a sullen sip of the wine in his cup.

Leng Qinglang hesitated and struggled for a moment, and finally mustered up his courage again: "The concubine body thinks that my sister is clearly using witchcraft, and it will confuse people's minds." Otherwise, why did the old lady be bewitched by her and favor her like this? For the sake of the old lady's body, the prince should make a decision immediately, so as not to regret it in the future. ”

As soon as he mentioned the matter of peace and departure, Murong Qi was upset again: "This king has his own plans for this matter, and these strange things are chaotic, don't believe it." ”

Leng Qinglang wore out his mouth, Murong Qi was not affected by her at all, and the more anxious he was, the colder he became. Leng Qinglang didn't dare to say more, picked up the wine glass and toasted Murong Qi to eat wine, and after a few glasses of water and wine, his cheeks turned red, and his eyes were full of water vapor, and his veins were affectionate.

"I heard from the people in the house that there are still frogs chirping in the water pavilion in the past few days, so that the prince can't sleep peacefully, and besides, this study is shabby, and there is no one around to serve him, how can he rest well here? If the prince really doesn't want to live in the same room with his sister, why don't you let the concubine arrange a meticulous and thoughtful girl to serve you? ”

Murong Qi lifted his lips coldly: "This king doesn't need to serve a girl." ”

Leng Qinglang lowered his head shyly, and his voice was like a gnat: "The prince is deceiving, and the concubine heard that after the prince in the royal family becomes an adult, there are girls waiting for him in the room." ”

This twisted posture was shy and disgusting, which made Murong Qi's heart soften: "I didn't lie to you." ”

Leng Qinglang turned his face, turned his back to him, and asked shyly: "Then why doesn't the prince move to my wisteria building, now that the concubine is already your person, it is good to serve you closely." ”

Murong Qi let out a soft "um", as if he had responded.

Leng Qinglang was suddenly overjoyed, sighed, and threw herself into Murong Qi's arms: "The concubine body just wants to serve the prince well, so active, you won't think that the concubine body is a frivolous person, right?" ”

Murong Qi coughed lightly: "Then what do you want to say to this king?" ”

Leng Qinglang raised his blushing face: "What did you say?" ”

Murong Qi's burning eyes looked at her earnestly: "For example, this king is curious, your past. ”

Leng Qinglang pursed her lips and smiled: "The concubine is raised in the deep boudoir, the door is not out of the second door, she plays with flowers and plants every day, reads and learns words, it is very boring, what is there to say?" ”

"Leng Qinghuan is also the daughter of the Prime Minister's house, and the king sees that her life in this deep boudoir is very colorful."

There was a flash of coldness in Leng Qinglang's lowered eyes: "I understand what you mean, prince." My sister grew up in the countryside since she was a child, and she has an uninhibited and bold temperament, even her father can't control it, and there may be something out of the ordinary.

Qinglang is naturally different from her, since she was a child, she has been familiar with books such as "The Female Ring" and "The Legend of the Martyr", and she has been taught by her aunt and father, obeying the rules, keeping herself clean, and resolutely not daring to have the slightest unruly behavior, and no foreign man has ever known one. ”

The eagerness in Murong Qi's eyes dimmed little by little, and was replaced by coldness. Slowly pushed away Leng Qinglang's hand and stood up: "Two glasses of water and wine, it's a little tired." If the king wants to rest, go back to your wisteria building. ”

Leng Qinglang didn't understand, it was okay to be right, why Murong Qi suddenly changed his attitude and was so moody. Thinking carefully about Shicai's words, I can't figure out what I said wrong.

Could it be that it was still the cold and unchaste things that annoyed him? He said it too bluntly, which made him feel like a thorn in his heart?

It seems that he told his aunt that his decision to keep his mouth shut about Leng Qinghuan's loss was correct. The prince has a very good face and strong self-esteem, and in front of him in the future, it is best not to mention Leng Qinghuan.

She raised her face aggrievedly: "Didn't the prince go to my wisteria building?" ”

"No, no." Murong Qi lightly refused.

Leng Qinglang was unwilling to leave like this, and mustered up his courage: "But what did the concubine say wrong?" ”

Murong Qi glanced at her and lifted his lips coldly: "This king is tired." ”

Leng Qinglang bit her lower lip gently: "Then the concubine will go back first, waiting for you in the wisteria building." ”

Murong Qi had already turned around and did not answer, Leng Qinglang could only open the door of the study and leave with Zhiqiu gloomily.

The door squeaked and closed again, Murong Qi turned around again, raised his hand, and slowly rubbed his rough fingers over the rice paper depicting wisteria flowers, Yingting's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, forming a pimple in the center of his eyebrows, and his eyes were also dim, sighing lightly, and lifting his thin lips.

"Lying."