Jun Yichen looked at Xiao Ling's various postures in the small photo, sometimes making tea on the stone table, sometimes echoing on the swing, or playing the piano on the platform, and staring sideways on the cliffside.

And the picture on the edge of the cliff is a stone tablet engraved with the word "cloud cliff", the woman in the picture looks and dresses are consistent with the pretty woman in front of her, although he is still young, but he has also read countless people, and he has affirmed that the woman in the picture is the one in front of him.

Two words were printed on the back of each picture, and he casually said: "Xiao Ling." ”

"Here." Hearing someone call his name, Xiao Ling came back to his senses from the disturbed thoughts, and he didn't want to answer directly.

Suddenly it didn't feel right, and when she looked up and saw the playful expression of the beautiful man opposite, she knew that she was stupid.

In order not to make the atmosphere embarrassing, Xiao Ling smiled and said to him: "My name is Xiao Ling, the Xiao of the jade flute, the spirit of the clever mind." ”

"So, what shall I call you?"

Xiao Ling looked directly at Jun Yichen, not afraid of the cold light in his eyes and the cold air emanating from his surroundings, anyway, he could be regarded as a person who had died once, there was nothing to fear.

"Those who dare to look at this king like this, there are very few in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and they have personalities!" Jun Yichen answered the question again.

Xiao Ling hung a black line on the door of his head, and thought to himself, looking directly at you, there will be no less meat, why don't you dare.

However, this realization is only before that.

"Country surname: Jun, name: Yichen." His seductive eyes looked at Xiao Ling fixedly.

read it silently, and said to him with a smile: "Lord, now you probably know the situation, it was an accident to fall into the palace, and I was indeed shot, oh, I was injured with a sharp weapon, you see, the wound is still there." ”

After speaking, he pulled down the collar of the skirt on his left shoulder, revealing a bloody shoulder wound.

And Xiao Ling forgot that this was ancient, there was a difference between men and women, and he forgot to pull it back after pulling down the collar.

Because the wound was pulled when she pulled the collar, she bared her teeth and whispered: "Hiss~ Damn, I have no grievances with him, why shoot me with a gun, shoot my heart if you want to, I'm a hundred dead, and now this kind of pain is simply torturing me." ”

Her complaint was listened to word by word by Jun Yichen, who has profound internal skills, with a faint expression on her face, but she also said in her heart: There are still people who are not afraid of death.

Feng Xuan, who was standing on the side, had his head slightly offset, and he didn't look at Xiao Ling's shoulder injury, but his ears also heard her complaints, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Xiao Ling, who finished complaining, continued, "Lord Wang, can you lend me a small room, I want to deal with the wound, from falling off the cliff to falling into the lake, the wound will be infected by bacteria after such a toss, oh, it will be difficult to heal if it is soaked in water and suppurated." ”

Seeing that Jun Yichen was still thinking, Xiao Ling was afraid that he would refuse, so he took off the jade pendant around his neck and handed it to him: "Lord Wang, this is my family heirloom jade pendant, on behalf of my identity, take the jade pendant as collateral, you can rest assured that I will recuperate in your mansion, right?" ”

This jade pendant may be one of the items that took her through, but now the situation is compelling, mortgage it first, and then come back when it is familiar, anyway, this is a jade pendant purchased in modern times, and he should not be able to find out any information.

"The king of physical evidence will accept it first, but..." Jun Yichen's thin lips were slightly hooked, and his eyes looked at the painting on the desk.

Xiao Ling was anxious: "But what? ”

"This morning, Wang Yaxing mentioned poetry and painting here, but he was unexpectedly interrupted by your intrusion, and there was no Yaxing for poetry."

Jun Yichen glanced at Xiao Ling with phoenix eyes, and continued: "If you can put a poem on this painting and express the artistic conception of this painting, this king will let you recuperate in the palace with peace of mind, how about it?" ”

Xiao Ling glanced at the painting on the table from a distance, it was a lotus picture, and there were a few poems about lotus in her knowledge that she could memorize, so "Okay, I'll try." ”

Then when she saw the brush on the desk, she was in trouble again: "Lord, I can't write well with the brush, I can say that I can't write, can you help me find a charcoal pencil, I'll write it on the paper, and if you are satisfied, write it on the scroll." ”

Then he said embarrassedly, "If I am asked to write calligraphy on your work, I will ruin your painting in minutes." ”

"There you go." Jun Yichen pointed to the guards standing on the left side of the pavilion.

"Yes." Then the wind came under the guard's feet, and after a while, he disappeared.

Slowly walked to the side of the bridge railing, raised her eyes to look at the large lotus flowers in front of her, and quickly recalled the poems she had memorized, in order to stay and recuperate, she wanted to think of two, just in case.