His forehead was suddenly wrapped in hot fingers, and he raised his head sharply, and looked at Yajun upstairs with a little concern, and she asked, "Your face is very red, but you haven't woken up at noon?" ”

Her palm was so warm, close to his forehead, which reminded Qian Yilan of the ambiguous picture at noon, the passionate kiss, the whole heart jumped up, her face climbed with two blushes, and she stammered a little: "No, it's okay, the courtier is already better, much better." ”

Lou Yajun sighed, pulled him up, picked him up and walked towards the back room, Qian Yilan looked at the bed that was getting closer and closer, and her eyes widened instantly, what did she want to do? Before she could speak, she had already put her on the bed, and her movements were indescribably gentle, at this moment Qian Yilan's heart was inexplicably soft, and she looked at her with a somewhat blank expression: "You." "After saying a word, I can't say anything anymore.

"You rest early, this king will go to the court early tomorrow, go back and rest first." Her tone couldn't tell whether it was hot or cold, it was so heavy, so dumb, and she left the bed without a trace of nostalgia and walked out of the room.

Leaving Qian Yilan alone on the bed, he was abandoned by this woman twice today! Gritting his teeth, he suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

As soon as Lou Yajun left, the painting couldn't wait to drill out: "Master, the slave has something to tell." ”

Qian Yilan glanced at him, lay lazily on the bed, and said weakly: "What's the matter?" ”

The painter said the matter of seeing the book in the study in a simple and clear way.

"What you said is true?" Qian Yilan turned over and sat up, no longer thinking about it, and asked in a deep voice.

Hua'er nodded: "Childe, what the slave said is true, and the slave saw it with his own eyes." ”

Leave the book? Is this letter of resignation addressed to him or is it secluded? Qian Yilan's mind was a mess, and she got out of bed in a distraught and walked out.

Hua'er was afraid that he would be cold, so he hurriedly took off the cloak from the shelf and followed: "Childe, where are you going so late?" ”

He didn't look back, and there was urgency in his voice: "Go see the sick Pingbianjun." "He sent it to him, Lou Yajun can't easily divorce him, the letter of resignation shouldn't be written to him, but Pingyou was married by the empress herself, and Lou Yajun can't take a break casually, he must go to Pingyou immediately to find out the wind, otherwise he will definitely lose sleep tonight.

Who is the resignation letter, and is he still quiet?

Hurriedly came to the Ya Loft, the lights were bright, and Tong'er, who was waiting at the door, saw a trace of surprise flashing in Qian Yilan's eyes, and knelt down and saluted: "The slave has seen Qianfangfu." ”

"Get up."

Tong'er stood up, stepped aside, and said in a low voice: "The prince is not here tonight, he will spend the night in the study." ”

Qian Yilan's figure who stepped into the house was stunned, she actually didn't sleep in her own room and went to sleep in the study? The answer I wanted in my heart had already had a result, and it seemed that the letter of resignation was for Ping You and not for him, and my heart was wonderfully relieved.

He and Ping You were not familiar with each other, and when he learned the answer he wanted, he wanted to go back to rest, but when he received a letter from Liuyin in the afternoon, he was looking at Lou Yajun's empty room, his eyes flickered, she is not in the house now, is that piece of jade in this room~ stepped in.

The room was pitch black, only a lamp was placed on the wooden table, and a small night pearl was placed in the lampshade, which emitted a faint halo that illuminated half of the room.

The room is very large, divided into an outhouse and an inner room, the outhouse is placed with a table of eight immortals and a few small benches, there is a painting hanging on the wall in the center, the painting is a woman, wearing a black robe, the neckline is outlined with red silk threads with delicate cumbersome lines, the waist is a red brocade belt, the belt is inlaid with a big dark ruby, the hem of the robe is a phoenix with six tails dancing with dragons and phoenixes, lifelike, extremely simple standing in that figure gives people endless pressure and momentum.

Her facial features are like carved water chestnuts, her eyebrows are long and slanted, and the corners of her narrow eyes are slightly provoked and have a bit of lazy and romantic feeling, but the deep black pupils are like the dead pool, flat and waveless, cold and cold, and they are deeply trapped in it at a glance, making people unable to extricate themselves.

Under the straight nose bridge is a thin lip pursed, as if sneering and smiling, the sharpened chin all shows her perfect facial features, this woman is Lou Yajun, the only prince in the Yuan Kingdom!

Qian Yilan quietly looked at the picture on the wall, the person who painted this painting must be a master, Lou Yajun painted it so realistically, the lines were vividly outlined, and the lines of the robe were even more exquisite, like a living person jumping out of the painting, and the idea in Qian Yilan's heart was instantly broken.

"Side husband, why are you here so late?" A voice suddenly sounded behind him, it was Wu'er, who had just come out of the back room, and asked suspiciously.

Qian Yilan was startled, came back to her senses, and felt a little guilty of being a thief: "Oh, this palace is just coming to see, it's not early, this palace will go back first." He hurriedly left with a panicked expression, although it was only a painting, but he stood there like Lou Yajun himself and laughed at his ignorance, and he didn't dare to have any thoughts in his heart for a moment.

Wu'er shook her head in confusion and walked out.

No one saw that in the dark night, the dark eyes on the picture flickered slightly, and then regained calm, and the room was terrifyingly quiet.

The next day, Lou Yajun got up before dawn because he wanted to enter the palace to face the saint.

Under the service of Ge'er and Yu'er, he dressed himself, washed his face, combed his hair, and wore the same black and red robe, but the green silk was tied up with a purple jade crown.

Lou Yajun let the two of them retreat, and after a while, a black shadow knelt behind her silently, and said in a hoarse voice: "Master." ”

She asked as she straightened the corners of her clothes, "Tell me, what's going on this time." "Last night, Qian Yilan took the initiative to prepare dinner for her, but in the end she didn't say anything, she was still surprised that guy figured it out, but she didn't expect that the secret guard who was monitoring his actions appeared today, and she was slightly disappointed in her heart, and she really had a plan.

The Dark Guard's voice was as hoarse and dark as ever, hiding in a black cloak like a withered thousand-year-old corpse, and a cold aura exuded around him.

Lou Yajun's face sank after hearing this: "Do you know what is written on that letter?" ”

"My subordinates don't know that the side husband has burned the letter paper."

"Humph, little hoof!" She scolded in a low voice, "If someone sends a letter in the future, you must find out who sent it." "Who has the temper and guts to give her side husband under her nose?

"Yes, my subordinates obey."