Chu Yijun was stunned when he heard this, and a touch of disbelief crossed his eyes, and he looked at Ling Ran.

Ling Ran closed his eyes with a headache, and there was a hint of annoyance on his pretty face, what do they want to fight, can't they go outside to fight? Do you have to say cool things in front of her bed when she is uncomfortable?!

But then, Chu Yijun hooked the corners of his mouth, "That's just right, it can only mean that she doesn't seem to be very kind to see you now." What is past is gone. She is now the woman of this king, does King Jing think that there is anything wrong with her doing this now? ”

Ling Ran frowned slightly.

There was silence for a long time.

"Very good," Chu Zijing nodded with a self-deprecating smile, glanced at Ling Ran, and stepped back, "It's me who is redundant." Father's birthday banquet will arrive in a few days, Ran'er, you must come. Then he turned and walked towards the door.

"She'll come, as Princess Xuan."

The figure at the door was stunned, and then continued to walk out.

Ling Ran's heart sank, Princess Xuan ......

Chu Yijun only looked at Ling Ran on the bed at this time, and just wanted to ask something, but when he saw that her eyes were closed, his Adam's apple rolled, and he swallowed the words again.

He pinched the corners of the quilt for her, and then he put a kiss on her forehead, and said in a low and domineering voice:

"You are mine, and no one can snatch you away."

Ling Ran pretended not to hear anything on the surface, but his heart was pounding very unhappily.

Damn, why did she react like that?

She really couldn't let herself fall any longer...... If this continues, how can you escape from this Xuan Palace?

He tried to keep his brain blank until he fell asleep.

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The days passed.

Soon, autumn will begin.

And under the effect of the decoction that Xian'er carefully boiled every day, Ling Ran's body gradually recovered.

Ling Yu would occasionally come to visit her, and would bring some snacks and fruits, but although Ling Ran accepted it with a smile every time she was on the surface, she let Xian'er pour it all out in private.

A woman's heart must not be guarded against. Not to mention Ling Yu······

One day, Ling Ran was concentrating on practicing calligraphy in the room, but he heard the guard outside the door suddenly shout:

"I've seen Lord Xuan."

With a shake of her hand, a drop of ink fell down the tip of the brush, smashing a small flower on the paper.

But she didn't want to turn her head, she just folded the paper to cover the little flower, and continued to write.

In the distance, she heard the familiar and steady footsteps approaching her, and she ignored it at all, and wrote to herself.

"Ran'er, what are you writing?" Chu Yijun was already standing beside her, tilting his head sideways to read out what she had written:

"The ink has entered the water, crossing a pool of blue and white flowers. Pick up five red glows and go home picking bamboo. The wind comes slowly, burying a mulberry hemp. Dressed in a robe, put a ······"

Seeing that Ling Ran suddenly frowned slightly, he stopped his pen and stopped writing.

After the word "put", she wanted to write "lovesick down", but coincidentally, this prince chose to come over at this moment to see what she was doing!

She didn't want to write the word "lovesickness" to him!······

"Haha! is worthy of being the daughter of Prime Minister Ling, and she is really talented. This poem, not bad. But what's behind the word 'put'? ”

Ling Ran turned around slightly, his clear eyes were not mixed with a trace of impurities, "Why don't you continue to write?" ”

Chu Yijun hooked the corners of his mouth, and was about to pick up the pen with his sleeves, but he looked at the word "robe" and frowned unhappily.

But then, he stretched his eyebrows, waved his pen and wrote sharply after the word "put".

After a while, he put the brush on the pen holder, smiled at the corner of his eyes, and touched Ling Ran's hair dotingly.

Ling Ran stared at his illegible handwriting for a long time before he recognized the words—

"A long-cherished wish is made."

She was stunned for a moment, and then read the poem from the beginning, and suddenly found that after he continued to write it, the atmosphere and mood of the whole poem changed all at once!

Ling Ran couldn't help but smile and said, "It's really a monk who is still in the red dust," she looked at Chu Yijun, "Actually, I didn't write this poem, but ······ A folk ballad called "Half a Pot of Yarn". ”

"Oh? It turned out to be a ballad? Sing it to the king. So saying, he sat down on the edge of the bed and waited quietly.

Ling Ran cleared his throat a little embarrassed, "Lord Wang, I don't have all five notes, so I still don't sing." ”

Hearing this, Chu Yijun lowered his head and pondered for a long time, then raised his eyes at her and said:

"A ballad that allows you to write for so long must have a story. Anyway, the king went to find a few courtesans to sing. Then he got up.

This time it was Ling Ran's turn to be anxious, this is a modern song, how can a courtesan sing it? He hurriedly pressed Chu Yijun back to the bed~on~:

"Don't, I'd better be honest," Seeing that Chu Yijun's eyes were filled with an expectant smile again, Ling Ran looked away, "This is indeed my favorite song, but I can only dance it, not sing its songs." ”

But he didn't want to, but the expectation in Chu Yijun's eyes was even stronger:

"Oh? Let's take a look at this king. ”

"Huh? Over here? Ling Ran glanced around, just such a small place, it was not enough for her to make a gesture······

As if seeing her concerns, Chu Yijun stood up suddenly, patted her head with a smile and said, "Okay, forget it today, tomorrow, don't jump to sweep the face of this king." ”

Ling Ran was stunned, and then, he suddenly reacted to the meaning of this sentence!

She turned around and was about to retort a few words, only to find that the man had long since disappeared!

Ling Ran collapsed on the bed~, thinking in annoyance, tomorrow, but the emperor's birthday banquet!

Surely many royal relatives will come······ What an honor!

Fortunately, in the past, she performed many dances at the military's theatrical evening! Profound stage experience!

Ling Ran pinched her fingers and counted, within a day, she was still more than enough to relive that dance······

Then he stood up again energetically, came to the empty courtyard, cleared the people, took off his coat, sang songs, and practiced dancing.

But she was so serious and engaged in her practice that she didn't notice that there was a tall figure, and after hearing her singing, she quietly turned back, hiding behind a wall, and stared at her fixedly, until she watched her dance the whole dance completely, and then walked towards the Xuan Cao Pavilion with the corners of her mouth hooked.

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Following.

Chaolong Hall.

However, when Ling Ran walked into the Chaolong Hall following behind Chu Yijun in a light blue cloud robe, she caught a glimpse of the man in white who was sitting in the lower right corner of the throne!

And that Ling Gongzi obviously saw her at a glance, and when the two eyes met in the air, Bai Ling's gaze shook, and then fell on Chu Yijun in front of her, and then his gaze froze.

And all this was taken into the eyes of Ling Yu, who was walking behind Ling Ran, and a gleam flashed in her eyes, but then she pretended not to see anything, lowered her eyelids and continued to walk forward.