Long Xiying hurriedly handed over her own silk, Lan Ying was about to break free, but she didn't want to be held tighter, so she could only lower her head and let the emperor gently bandage her, and whispered: "The slave is not seriously injured." ”

The servants and maids on the side all hung their heads upright, and they didn't dare to make a point, and they all secretly thought in their hearts: The nine-turn Shi Lingcao that came back to life is gone, and the emperor has never been troubled, this Lan girl accidentally cut her fingers, and the emperor has a black face, which means that everyone can be embarrassed, and the princess loves the Lan Ying girl very much, and when I see that this is the case today, I will be careful in the future, maybe she will become the master one day.

After the bandaging was completed, Long Qian turned around and went to the imperial study, leaving the stunned Lan Ying and the surprised Long Xiying.

Looking at Lan Ying's slightly red cheeks, Long Xiying snickered and muttered in her ear, "It seems that you will be my imperial sister-in-law sooner or later." ”

When Lan Ying heard this, her heart began to sink, and she hurriedly tugged on the princess's sleeve: "The princess don't make fun of the slave, the slave can't afford it." ”

Long Xiying thought she was shy, so she pursed her lips and smiled.

At this moment, a peerless figure of Allure quietly arrived.

Before the two of them could find out, the handmaidens beside them were all in a commotion, all of them were excited, busy sorting out their clothes, longing for the man's gaze to stay on them, even if only for a moment.

Waiting for everyone to salute, he said: "The four princes are safe!" ”

Lan Ying was so panicked that she helped her with a pair of delicate jade hands, and said with a smile: "This beauty must be Lan Ying, the personal maid next to the emperor." ”

As soon as she raised her forehead, she saw Long Beisen's peerless face, although it was a jade crown with her hair tied, she couldn't stop the charm of the world, this gesture could confuse thousands of girls, Lan Ying gasped, there really is such a handsome man in the world, it is really strange.

can be appreciated, even the most handsome man in her heart can't compare to a soup.

Glancing at Lan Ying's respectful but colorless face, the corners of Long Beisen's lips were slightly slanted.

Long Xiying couldn't say a word at the moment, and her eyes dodged slightly.

"Doesn't the sixth sister have anything to say to the fourth brother?" Long Beisen's long and narrow eyes fell straight on her.

Lan Ying beckoned lightly, and the minions all retreated with her.

Long Xiying straightened up and saluted Long Beisen: "Thank you for the life-saving grace of the fourth brother, Xiying remembers it in her heart and doesn't dare to forget it." ”

"Then since that's the case, just walk with me, the high walls of this deep palace are so overwhelming that I am almost out of breath," Long Beisen said and strode towards the periphery of the imperial garden, and Long Xiying followed lightly.

She clearly remembered that there was an acacia tree not far ahead, and at this time there were probably only bare branches left, just like the memories between me and him, and she sighed softly at the thought of her.

Unexpectedly, Long Beisen slowed down his pace and walked side by side with her: "How has the sixth sister been doing all these years." ”

Long Xiying lightly held his sleeve and said, "Day after day, nothing good or bad. She hesitated for a moment and asked carefully, "What about the fourth brother, where have you been 、、、、、、 all these years?" ”

"I've been to a lot of places, and I can't figure it out myself." Long Beisen always had a smile: "This acacia tree is still there!" ”

"Ah," Long Xiying turned her eyes away from the side of his face in a panic, and stammered back, "It's always there, and I come every day, and seeing it 、、、、 me," as if she was afraid of missing something, she covered her mouth lightly and then quickly put it down, her face a little unnatural.

The tips of Long Beisen's narrow and bright eyes flashed slightly, a pair of long hands stroked the cracks of the tree, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Will you think of me when you see it?" ”