In the room, there was no light.

The silver-white moonlight was lightly sprinkled on the windowsill, and the man sitting in front of the windowsill was barefoot and single, thin and weak but enchanting, like an empty valley orchid, covered with a layer of holy brilliance.

A few wisps of green smoke fluttered in the room, and everything seemed dreamy and unreal, especially the man in a snow-white single coat.

His complexion is as enchanting as an elf, and his exquisite facial features are so perfect that there is no trace of fault, like a work of magic, a male fairy favored by God.

An ink-like green silk cascades behind her back, smooth and soft with a faint sparkling light, who else can she be if she is not the son of Lanling?

"County Lord?" The watery eyes of the prince of Lanling seemed to be slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect Ye Qinghuan to come to his room so late.

His long, white and slender left hand, slightly covering his injured chest, got up from the stool in front of the window, and walked towards Ye Qinghuan.

Su Yan closed the door, Ye Qinghuan walked to the table and sat down, smiling at the Lanling Gongzi who was walking towards her.

Lanling Gongzi sat down gently, poured a glass of water for Ye Qinghuan with his free hand, and pushed it in front of her, before he clasped his hands, his eyebrows and eyes bent slightly: "I have been lying on the bed since I was injured, and I saw that the moonlight was good tonight, so I sat in front of the window and accompanied the moon." ”

This man is not only beautiful, but he seems to even speak with a sense of poetry, which is so beautiful that people are intoxicated.

"Thinking about your brother?" Ye Qinghuan's eyebrows and eyes were slightly raised, and a pair of beautiful eyes carried the power of insight into people's hearts.

The elder brother of the prince of Lanling is naturally the owner of Yan Fu.

But...... The death of the owner of Yan Fu should not be known to the prince of Lanling, unless someone has contacted the prince of Lanling.

A faint dark light slipped through the eyes of the prince of Lanling, and he was silent for a moment before he hooked the corners of his beautiful lips and smiled faintly: "Sort of!" ”

Before Ye Qinghuan could ask, Gongzi Lanling said again: "Although I don't have much affection for him, it seems that he has always been in control of my life, and now that I have lost him, my heart is a little empty." ”

Lose?

Ye Qinghuan smiled quietly: "Why does the prince of Lanling use the term 'loss'?" ”

The prince of Lanling raised his eyes lightly, and his eyes were as warm as the warm winter sun: "Is the county lord testing me?" ”

"I don't think so." Ye Qinghuan corrected his statement seriously: "This is called small talk." ”

The so-called 'small talk' is, of course, what comes to mind and what to talk about.

Hearing this, the corner of Lanling's lips raised a beautiful arc, and he seemed to be slightly self-deprecating: "I can't imagine that I, a prisoner, have the qualifications to chat with the county lord." ”

At this moment, Ye Qinghuan just touched his chin with his bare hand and did not refute.

She has to admit that since the Lanling prince arrived at the palace, it is true that the door is not out of the door, and there are secret guards around him who are strictly guarded, and the room where the Lanling prince is located does not seem to be able to fly even a fly in.

This is what her father and ninth uncle mean, and she naturally will not oppose it for the sake of Lanling Gongzi.

Gongzi Lanling was not aggressive, a trace of light flashed in his eyes, and he said lightly: "He is dead, I know." ”

"How do you know?" Ye Qinghuan didn't pretend anymore, and asked who this 'he' was, and she could see that the prince of Lanling had indeed received the news of the death of the master of Yan Fu.

However, the secret guards of the palace are so impenetrable, how did people from the outside world deliver the news to the prince of Lanling?