There is tea on the table, pour a cup and drink it from each other.

"Qingran, you...... What's wrong? It looks a little sad and can't get away. Mo Yanyu put down the teacup in his hand and said her face that he could feel from the moment he entered.

Jing Qingran waved his hand with a wry smile, the ancients spoke at a level!

"Nothing...... I...... I'll just sigh about the unsatisfactory life casually. She raised her hand to drink her tea, as if trying to hide her sorrow.

"Just say what you want, maybe, I can help you out." Ink Smoke Road.

"Nothing, really, nothing." Jing Qingran shook his head vigorously and waved his hand.

"You...... Something on your mind? Mo Yanyu looked at her and said seriously.

"I'm fine." Jing Qingran didn't want to talk about his so-called trivial things, and let someone who really cared about him share the unwarranted sorrow.

Isn't it a trivial matter for husband and wife to quarrel?

They sit like this, and they don't know what is going on with each other.

"Have you had breakfast?" Jing Qingran was the first to speak.

"You've eaten, what about you?" Mo Yan nodded.

"Eat, before." Jing Qingran also nodded.

The content of the conversation is simple, even boring.

Then, rehearsals.

It's still the first scene.

The name of the play: Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.

On this day, Jing Qingran's interest is not very high, and usually, she can still tell jokes and enliven the atmosphere.

In the afternoon, when the sun goes down, the rehearsals are suspended, and the actors go back to their places, and their time is relatively flexible.

"Miss, let's go back to the palace." Zifang came to Jing Qingran and said.

Jing Qingran raised his eyes to look out the window, and for a moment, "Let's go." ”

Along the way, it was very quiet, and there were occasional conversations, which was also normal.

Chenwang's Mansion –

The princess came back like this, and walked away without squinting, as if nothing had entered her eyes, and she was indifferent to foreign affairs.

Even seeing the prince is like seeing passers-by, just like seeing passers-by!

Does this woman really hate him so much?

King Chen, who was ignored as a passerby, was not good at all in his heart, and the hand under the robe couldn't help but clench into a fist, and the knuckles were white.

The feeling of being ignored by her, he never felt bad! Very bad!

"Well clear!" Mu Zhengchen looked at her back and opened his mouth to call her name.

However, as if she hadn't heard, her body didn't react, and she continued to walk forward as usual.

This husband and wife, which one are they singing today?

The subordinate next to him was already messy in the wind......

Mu Zhengchen's face was so black that it couldn't be darker.

Jing Qingran strode calmly to Fangfei Courtyard, and the things next to her had nothing to do with her, and she automatically ignored them.

"Miss, lord, he'...... Call you ...... in the back," Zifang reminded her softly.

"Are you hallucinating?" Gao Leng's five words, Jing Qingran didn't say it anymore, and continued to walk as if no one was around.

A large black line fell on the forehead of the purple fig.

Even the people who came and went, their legs and feet trembled, and they could hear the princess really shouting the princess's name from afar, and the princess actually said that it was a purple fir auditory hallucination?

Not only is Zifang auditory hallucinations, but these dozen people are also auditory hallucinations?

"Lord Wang, it may be that the princess has just come back from outside, and her spirit is not very good...... "It is normal to not hear you speak. A subordinate said, think so.

Trembling to speak.

Mu Zhengchen ignored this subordinate and raised his feet and walked forward.

What kind of system has this dead woman become by ignoring him all day long?

Or in front of the faces of these subordinates......

Fangfei Courtyard, Jing Qingran walked without squinting.