"I don't need to explain to anyone." Tang Ying raised her head and said.

Lu Zhan's heart tightened, and his face was not obvious, "What do you mean?" This is another conspiracy of the Tang family? ”

Seeing that she didn't respond, Lu Zhan hooked his lips and sneered: "That's right, Tang Qing and I have been dealing with me for many years, and it's time to give up something." Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't take the bait. ”

"I don't know about your grievances with the Tang family, but Tang Qing really wants to harm you. In the future, be more careful. ”

As soon as Tang Ying's words fell, Lu Zhan's pupils shrank suddenly.

He almost rushed towards Tang Ying with a roll, so that he could control it in the back. The hand he hid in his sleeve couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Are you crazy?!" Looking at Tang Ying, the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, Lu Zhan roared.

Biting her tongue and committing suicide, she can figure it out!

Is it like this with him, does it make her want to die?

"I'm not her, maybe if I die, the real Tang family's daughter will come back." Tang Ying looked at Lu Zhan and said word by word.

Of course, there is still half of what is not said.

The person in front of him is not the modern Lu Zhan.

"I don't want to be the daughter of the Tang family!" Lu Zhan said angrily.

After finishing speaking, he left without leaving a word and slamming the door. But not long after he left, the Void Wind walked in.

Without saying a word, he unlocked Tang Ying's acupoint.

But he didn't leave, but stayed in place with an awkward expression.

"Did he ask you to come? Are you going to be here all the time tonight? Tang Ying, asked.

"It was the prince who asked his subordinates, and the prince explained that his subordinates would ensure the safety of the princess." Void wind, a serious response. Yu Guang couldn't help it, looking at Tang Ying's mouth.

"I'm not going to kill myself anymore, and you don't have to stay here." After a pause, Tang Ying said: "I'm not used to having one more outsider." ”

"But ......" was very hesitant.

Of course he wanted to leave, but he remembered Lu Zhan's explanation just now. He really didn't dare to act rashly. After all, such a gaffe master, the void wind has not been seen for many years.

"If you don't leave, then I'll really cut myself." Tang Ying said.

These words should not have threatened the void wind, but when he met Tang Ying's eyes. But he involuntarily took a few steps back, and his eyes were very cold and attractive.

Eventually, the Void Wind retreated.

Sleepless nights.

The next day, early in the morning. Lu Zhan, as usual, still looked stupid in front of everyone. It's just that he never gets close to Tang Ying anymore, and even when he had breakfast, the two of them deliberately separated themselves.

Xiaohui saw that something was wrong, and didn't have time to ask in detail. I saw a figure that was too familiar to be familiar anymore to come over.

"Old slave, I have seen the prince, the princess." Thoughtful rhetoric, impeccable salute.

"Get up." Tang Ying, seeing that Lu Zhan just smirked, didn't speak, so she answered, "Mama Gui, you don't recuperate in the house, what are you doing here?" ”

The 20 boards are no joke.

Tang Ying hadn't seen this old Diao slave for some days, and almost forgot about her.

"If you go back to the princess, the old slave, you are here to bring a letter to the princess." After speaking, Mama Gui respectfully presented the letter.

Tang Ying opened the letter in front of Lu Zhan and looked at it.

"Lady, is it a letter from my father-in-law? What did he say? Lu Zhan asked with a smile still on his face.

Tang Ying frowned slightly, "My father said that in the past few days, the weather has been cloudy and sunny, causing his old illness to recur. And he longed for me to go back and see. ”

"Does the lady want to go back?" Lu Zhan asked.

Tang Ying didn't respond to him in time, but raised her eyes and glanced at Mama Gui. The other party is still standing honestly, which is completely different from the posture of relying on the old and selling the old in the past.