Lan Zhijun felt that the last threat to Bai Ling not only did not have the desired effect, but ...... It seems to have given her some bad inspiration.

Over the past few days, Bai Ling has not restrained in the slightest, and he has come to his own tent more frequently than before.

In the past, he thought of it, sent someone to pass it on, she came again, and the two played chess, drank tea, and so on.

And since that accident, Bai Ling has been here almost every day.

Sometimes, when he had something to do, or a military business to do, Bai Ling would sit at the fire at the other end of the tent without saying a word, and stare at the fire like a puppet.

He didn't speak, and she didn't speak—at one point the two of them spent more than an hour of silence together in the tent.

Before leaving that day, Lan Zhijun asked her with a calm face, "Why do you come to me every day?" ”

Bai Ling thought for a moment and replied calmly, "In this way, it probably seems that I am more favored...... Did it bother you? ”

Lan Zhijun took a deep breath when she heard this.

"I didn't want to trouble you." Bai Ling quickly explained the reason, "Because the more Your Highness values you, the more others dare not come to me. As long as these golden people don't come to me, the safer I will be, and the less trouble I will naturally make for Lan Zhijun...... Or is Lan Zhijun reluctant to see me? ”

Lan Zhijun didn't answer, lowered her eyes and continued to be busy with her own affairs.

These days, whether it is the full moon angelica, or the Qingming homesick bird, he has heard a little about these things, although there is no evidence, but he faintly feels that these things should be inseparable from Bai Ling.

That night, Bai Ling changed his clothes and stepped into Lan Zhijun's camp, and the two played chess as before.

"You gave a dagger to a Hesta girl today?" Lan Zhijun mentioned casually, "Why? ”

"I met by chance," Bai Ling's expression was gentle, "in the early days she often brought some supplies to our camp, and when I went out today, I didn't have anything good with me, so I gave her the dagger I carried with me." ”

"You're very generous." Lan Zhijun's voice was faint, "What did you talk about?" ”

"She said she had a brother she hadn't seen in years," Bai Ling said, "after all, I have a brother too...... So we can talk about a piece. ”

The fingers of Lan Zhijun's left hand gently flicked the white piece in his hand, and the chess pieces flipped repeatedly in his knuckles and palms, and when he heard this, the movements in his hands stopped, "So you came here unarmed today?" ”

Bai Ling lowered his head, and gently pulled up his hanging sideburns with his right hand, "Since Lan Zhijun has already sent someone to spy on him, what else should I do with that dagger?" ”

Lan Zhijun did not answer, and the two continued to play on the chessboard.

"When I came here in the evening, I saw a lot of young girls with their hands tied, just like when the newcomers first entered Baihuaya." Bai Ling said softly, "Are they new slave girls?" ”

"Hmm."

"Thinking about it like this, it's really strange, why is Lan Zhijun always no one here?" Bai Ling still lowered his eyes, "Lan Zhijun...... Like men? ”

Lan Zhijun laughed and left her son.

Bai Ling looked at the chessboard and did not follow up for a long time.

Lan Zhijun first waited for a while, and seeing that Bai Ling had no intention of making another move, he looked at the chess game in front of him with some suspicion, and then realized that he had lost again.

"You seem to be distracted all the time." Bai Ling raised his eyes, "What are you thinking?" ”

As he spoke, Bai Ling's hand reached out.

She held the chessboard in one hand—the fallen chess pieces clattered and fell to the ground beside her, and Bai Ling's upper body crossed the chessboard and slowly leaned towards Lan Zhijun.

"If you're always distracted while playing chess, what's the fun of playing like this......" Bai Ling's voice lowered, "Half a month ago, you said that you were going to have a game with me outside the chessboard, and I kept wondering, what does it mean......"

"Your every move." Lan Zhijun gently took Bai Ling's hand stretched out to his cheek, shook it off gently, and then looked at Bai Ling with cold eyes, "I mean, I have seen and even instructed you every movement that Chun Po has taught you...... Do you know? ”

"So what?" Bai Ling's forehead leaned over, "It doesn't work?" ”

The corners of Lan Zhijun's mouth lifted slightly, "If you are Fengqi or someone else, it naturally doesn't matter, but Bai Ling, you are different." As long as you know you at the slightest point, you will know that your embrace will always be clearly written, 'I am planning for Shi Meiren', and only a child like Chen Yicong who has not yet done anything will be tricked......"

Bai Ling withdrew his hand and laughed as if he had heard something funny.

"No wonder I always felt that Feng Qi didn't like me very much in the past, it turned out that it was because of this ......," Bai Ling said softly, "I have never understood her loyalty to you...... But now I get it. ”

Her eyes were half-open, she didn't have the slightest intention of sitting back in her place, and she was still staring at Lan Zhijun's eyes from a high place as if she was drunk.

Lan Zhijun's gaze did not dodge at all.

He used to think that the best work he had ever produced in Baihuaya was Lin's, and that such astonishing beauty and charm from the humble to the dust were invincible to many people.

But now it seems that Burling may be even better.

He watched with a steady eye as he approached with a tentative approach, which was not fluent, but perhaps it was the place where it excelled, as if many would mistake clumsiness for some kind of sincerity.

What's more, Bai Ling is indeed very good-looking.

Unlike the youthful aura that she had just come out of when she was fourteen or fifteen years old, Bai Ling in front of her was almost twenty years old.

The charm of a twenty-year-old woman and her youthful and vibrant body can be seen in her.

Although this kind of Bai Ling meant some kind of danger, it still made Lan Zhijun feel a sense of accomplishment of being pleased, which had nothing to do with Bai Ling himself.

"Then it's better to do it now, and pretend that I've been captured by your beauty trick." Lan Zhijun raised her head lightly and looked at Bai Ling's bright eyes, "Say, what do you want to do?" ”

"I want to go hunting."

The two were separated by a very close distance.

"Where to hunt."

"Anywhere, you can." Bai Ling smiled and said, "I want to ride the Akhal-Teke horses here of the Jinren, to match their harness and bows and arrows, I want to try their big bows and feathered arrows, as long as it is the last few days, at any time, whoever walks with me, you can ...... I'll listen to you. ”

"Let me think about it." Lan Zhijun said softly, "You can go back, next time I didn't call you, don't come." ”