Lechuan looked at Yun Yihan depressedly, with some vigilance in his eyes, this guy shouldn't be really interested in Ling Bo, right?

Yun Yihan glanced at Lechuan and smiled faintly: "You, should you like me too?" ”

Lechuan's gentleness disappeared without a trace at the moment when he was on Yun Yihan, and he couldn't find it back, he was such a gentle person on weekdays, and he could be so gentle with flowers and trees, flowers, seedlings, fish and insects, but in the face of Yun Yihan at this moment, his mind was full of swear words.

There's really no way he can stay gentle anymore.

He looked down, and then remembered that he was still a "daughter", although he changed back to his face, he put away the Adam's apple, and even his chest was highly simulated, and others couldn't see it at all, even if he was as shrewd as Yun Yihan, he didn't know everything. Thinking of this, he was slightly relieved, but when he thought about it, he suddenly felt cold...... Yun Yihan shouldn't even let him go, right?

Yun Yihan smiled lightly, Xiao Lingbo was so stunned by the beautiful smile on his face that he couldn't help himself, although Lechuan hated him, he had to admit in his heart that he was almost confused by him!

This shameless person who eats both men and women!

Lethe Chuan was sneering, and at this time, a white-clothed disciple wearing a butterfly mask came over, knelt by the lake, bowed his head, and said respectfully: "My lord, someone from the palace is here, and the king invites you to go to the peony garden." ”

When Yun Yihan heard this, his complexion changed slightly, he got up elegantly, and left with the white-clothed disciple.

Xiao Lingbo was a little anxious when he saw him leaving, and he wanted to follow, but Lechuan hurriedly stopped her: "Look at him, he is not polite at all, and he doesn't say hello to us when he leaves." Little Lingbo, don't you like him, okay? ”

Xiao Lingbo looked at him blankly: "Why?" Is it because of Sister Beauty, do you also like beautiful brothers? ”

I don't know why, as long as Yun Yihan is not there, Lechuan can be free to control his innate gentleness, he smiled softly with his eyebrows, and said softly: "I don't like him." ”

"But the pretty brother is really beautiful, the most beautiful person Ling Bo has ever seen." Little Lingbo still didn't understand why someone didn't like such a beautiful person.

Lechuan still looked at Xiao Lingbo with a smile, and said word by word: "Because he is sick." ”

Little Lingbo: "......"

Outside the priesthood, an agarwood carriage slowly departed.

Not long after Yun Yihan left, Gong Lingyu returned.

The puppet Lingbo is still working, the real little Lingbo is learning to play chess with Lechuan, Gong Lingyu gestured outside the door, and Lechuan made an excuse to come out.

In the corridor, the cool breeze blows and the wind chimes shake, and the sound is crisp and pleasant.

Gong Lingyu said: "I received the latest news that Wen Ruyi will marry Yin Zixi at the end of the month. ”

Lechuan knew that whenever she said this, she had her own plans, and he couldn't persuade her to take revenge, and all he could do was to try his best to help her and not let her get bored of himself. So Lechuan habitually smiled with a gentle smile on his lips: "General Yin Shao is the younger brother of Empress Wenjing, and Prime Minister Wen Tingwen is afraid that he will be like a tiger now." ”

Gong Lingyu was a little worried: "Wen Ting is also a lot old, I don't know if I still have the heart to rebel." ”

"I'm afraid it's hard to say."

"If there is, I will 'help him', if not, then I will give him a charge of rebellion, just like - Yan Tian'an gave my palace family back then."

Lechuan looked up at the shell wind chimes, and his eyes were as gentle as the spring breeze in March: "Master, I'...... Can I call you Xiao Yu in the future? ”

A little sadness flashed between Gong Lingyu's eyebrows, and he quickly returned to normal, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Feel free, you can just like it." ”

It was night, drizzling, dark clouds, and the sky and the earth were dark.

At the time of the lantern, the maids of the Shizifu lit the lanterns swaying under the eaves one by one, adding a little warmth to the dark night.

Yan Tian met Ruoshui in the study.

The news of the priest's house, he didn't dare to let Ruoshui spread it in any way, because he was worried about Yun Yihan. He was cautious and cautious in everything, and he did everything he could, but he couldn't prevent Yun Yihan who didn't seem to want to calculate anyone at all.

Yun Yihan, a person with a weak personality, either doesn't calculate, if he calculates, he can't escape. It's like a cold-hearted person, either you don't love, and once you do, it's hard to forget.

A chuckle spread on Yan Tian's thin lips, he was looking forward to watching the day when Yun Yihan fell in love with someone.

It must have been quite a spectacular show.

Life is so boring, everyone in the court all day calmly talks about the court and state affairs, but in private, you are calculating and I am calculating you, so boring that he really can't find anything that can become real fun. If there is a day when Yun Yihan falls in love with someone, he will definitely prepare a pot of tea, melons and fruit desserts, and enjoy them to the fullest.

Ruoshui and Yan Tianping sat on the carpet, and the beautiful maid knelt beside the tea table, skillfully brewing tea.

The white water vapor rose, the fragrance of tea overflowed, and the water vapor was misty, Yan Tianliu Junyan's face had a shallow smile, and asked Ruoshui: "I have forgotten this world, how do you hate Lord Priest?" ”

Ruoshui's eyes faintly showed a trace of unwillingness, and he lowered his head and said: "Back to Your Highness, it is Ruoshui's sister...... She admired the priest, but was married to Fenglinzhou by the priest. ”

The smile on the corner of Yan tilt's lips was long: "Fenglinzhou...... It's quite a long way off. ”

Back then, he was bent on lurking in the priesthood, and he didn't make any progress in using many methods. Yun Yihan is a lonely man, and he doesn't have many subordinates, but they are all loyal to him as if they have been cast a spell. Just when he was at a loss, Ruoshui took the initiative to find him, and confessed his grievances with Yun Yihan, and took the initiative to become his informant in the priesthood.

It's been three or four years. It's just that Yun Yihan hasn't moved, and Ruoshui has been in a state of "death" and hasn't been activated. It wasn't until Yun Yihan had moved recently that Ruoshui began to find him.

Ruoshui sat for a while, then got up to say goodbye, and Yan Tian sent him to the door.

Lightning tore through the night sky like the deep sea, rainwater fell down from the eaves like beads with broken threads, and lanterns swayed back and forth in the wind, ready to fall at any moment.

Yan Tian sat back at the desk, under the bright light, the picture scroll on the table was spread out, and there was a beautiful girl on it.

Ruoshui said, this is what Yun Yihan has always asked the painter to paint, and he has painted it many times before, but this time, it is finally right. Ruoshui will keep a background for himself before presenting the portrait to Yun Yihan, and this is his foundation. Ruoshui is an interesting person, who can hold back hatred, put away the hidden pain, follow Yun Yihan wholeheartedly, become his loyal, and betray him mercilessly.

The girl in the painting is very beautiful, but Yan Tian feels that she seems to be a little familiar.

He sneered and closed the scroll, Yun Yihan has always been pure-hearted, he has never heard of him having a woman, I can't imagine that it is not that he doesn't want it, but that his heart belongs. Unexpectedly, he is also an infatuated seed.

In the midst of the storm, a night suit stopped in the corridor outside the study.

Yan Tian picked up the silver needle under the candlestick, picked the wick, and said in a deep voice: "What's the matter?" ”

Nightwalker's voice was hoarse, and he replied: "Concubine Liang and Princess Wanyi quarreled in Jiangling Palace, and the queen asked Her Highness to come over." ”

Yan Tian's biological mother is a former queen who has been dead for many years. Today's Empress Wenjing is the eldest daughter of Prime Minister Wen Ting, who covers the sky with one hand in the harem, and has her own power in private, but she doesn't know for what purpose, she seems to have always secretly wooed Yan Ting.

Bird's Nest asked, "Has my father gone?" ”

"Go, wait for His Highness to pass, Princess Wanyi must see His Highness."

"I see." Yan leaned up and shouted, "Sang You, get ready, follow me into the palace." ”

Sang He walked out of the inner room of the study, ordered people to go down and prepare rain gear and carriages, and then took out the palace sign that Yan had poured into the palace. The maid waited for Yan Tian to put on her cloak, Sang He held up her umbrella, and before leaving, she thought of something, and suddenly asked: "Your Highness, the princess is still waiting, otherwise her subordinates will send someone to the ward?" ”

Yan Tian's face was as usual, but his voice did not carry a trace of emotion: "No need." ”

After finishing speaking, he strode towards the rain, and Sang He hurriedly held an umbrella to follow.

In the backyard of the Shizi's Mansion, Le Mingsha waited for Yan Tian for two hours, and only then did she come to the conclusion from the maid she placed beside Yan Tian that the prince went to the palace in the rain and did not let anyone inform her.

Le Mingsha's fingers were clenched into fists and embedded deep in her palms, and sharp pain came from her body to relieve her embarrassing mood.

Yan Tilt is really getting more and more excessive!

Le Mingsha excused himself to rest, and asked his subordinates to retreat together. She herself put on a black cloak, did not hold an umbrella, and went to Rong Sheng's room in the face of the fierce wind and rain.

Rong Sheng's room was dark, and after Le Mingsha entered the door, he was covered by a hand, and then he was pressed hard against the door, Rong Sheng's hand retreated, and warm lips replaced her hand to block her mouth.

Outside the house, lightning and thunder, wind and rain; Inside the house, it is warm with red tents, and the spring is beautiful.

Black clouds obscured the last glimmer of the moon.

Almost all the people in the priesthood had fallen asleep, but on such a rainy night, Gong Lingyu couldn't sleep anyway.

She sat with the sleepy Sakura Mo for the first half of the night, and stood on the star-picking tower to watch the rain in the second half of the night.

The star-picking tower is high into the sky, and it is impossible to distinguish whether the dark ink outside is the night sky or the road, or any other ghostly ghost, all of which are attributed to the dark night. Only a little red light in the distance is the watchtower of the royal palace. The sound of rain rustled all around, as if the whole soul had come out of its shell and floated to the clouds. Gong Lingyu sat under the porch, listening to the sound of the wind chimes being blown messily and broken, and inevitably thought in his heart, at this time, it would be nice if there was a pot of warm wine.

"There is no wine, but there is one."

With a burst of cold incense in the wind and rain, Yun Yihan's footsteps were ethereal and floated in.

Gong Lingyu looked at him with some surprise, and after a while, he smiled indifferently: "What kind of lonely customer are you, your family is big, and you have to rob other people's lonely business." ”