Li Qingchen knelt on one knee in front of Cheng Xing'er in a green coat, and his eyebrows were as beautiful as written in the book, although he didn't look good, but his cold temperament was indeed very attractive.

"Hurry up, hurry up."

Cheng Xing'er hurriedly helped Li Qingchen up, but Li Qingchen dodged Cheng Xing'er's hand.

She was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that as Ling Yuege's subordinate, she couldn't let the pavilion master personally help her up, this was a rule set by Zhan Xinglan's master himself.

"Ah Chen, Master has already driven the Crane Immortal, and this rule should be changed."

"Yes, my subordinates obey."

Li Qingchen was like an emotionless marionette, which made Cheng Xing'er quite speechless, but she knew that Li Qingchen cared about her very much.

Cheng Xing'er sat silently at the table, and her favorite rose honey crisp was placed on the table.

"Did you buy this for me?"

"How does the pavilion master know that it is not in Yanyun Tower?"

Li Qingchen looked at her in surprise.

"Every time you see me, you will go to Liu Po's shop in the south of the city to buy rose honey crisp for me, and you have maintained this habit for many years."

She picked up a piece of dim sum and put it in her mouth, and the fragrance of roses and honey was all between her lips and teeth, and sure enough, the food was hidden in an inconspicuous place among the people.

Li Qingchen moved her lips but didn't speak, it turned out that she knew everything, and he thought that Zhan Xinglan only had that prince in his heart.

"Dust, sit down."

"Yes, my subordinates obey."

"Why did you come to me today?"

Cheng Xing'er finally remembered what she was doing today.

"Ming Guogong already knows that the pavilion master has not gone to Chongyin Temple, and now he has used the Ming Mansion Guard to find the pavilion master everywhere in the capital."

"What? Still use the Ming Mansion Guard to find me? ”

Now it's really getting into trouble, Zhan Bofeng is notoriously short-tempered, although he loves Zhan Xinglan the most, but if he lets him know that an unmarried daughter ran to Lingwang's Mansion alone, he will inevitably have a family service.

"The pavilion master should withdraw from the Lingwang Mansion as soon as possible and return to the Ming Guogong Mansion as soon as possible, otherwise the Ming Guogong will be investigated to the end."

Li Qingchen thought that she would immediately leave to return to the Mingguo Mansion with him, but who knew that Cheng Xing'er was embarrassed.

"Right now, not yet."

"But for King Ling?"

Li Qingchen's tone carried a hint of temptation, as well as caution.

It's not that she doesn't want to leave right now, it's that she's unwilling.

"Yes."

Cheng Xing'er's answer made Li Qingchen feel like a fish in his throat, he didn't know why she inexplicably ran to Lingwang's Mansion to disguise herself as a man's guard, and he didn't know what happened to her and Fu Xuanlin in Lingwangfu.

But he could feel that Zhan Xinglan was not the same as before.

"It's just one step away, and we can't give up all the work we made."

Cheng Xing'er looked at Li Qingchen, and a strange idea popped up in his mind.

"There's one thing you can do for me, though."

"Although the pavilion master orders, his subordinates will not hesitate."

"It's the Winter Clothes Festival soon, I heard that Fu Xuanlin will go to the east of the city to worship his grandfather every Winter Clothes Festival, and you will ...... when the time comes."

As the night deepened, Cheng Xing'er left Yanyun Tower, but Li Qingchen silently protected her where she couldn't see.

She was not surprised that Li Qingchen knew everything about her whereabouts, this man who didn't talk much was no ordinary killer who could deliver letters to her couch.

From the moment he met her, he had made it his mission to protect her.

Cheng Xing'er returned to King Ling's Mansion and went straight to the back kitchen.

Since Baili Mo left the palace, she personally made medicinal food for Fu Xuanlin every day, and the strange thing is that Fu Xuanlin does not alienate her, and he will eat all the food she brings.

"Lord, I'm in."

Without waiting for the people in the dormitory to respond, Cheng Xing'er opened the door with his buttocks with medicinal food.

Fu Xuanlin was already surprised by her strange and unruly behavior, he put down the book in his hand and pushed the side turn to the table.

A bowl full of stewed pork knuckles with eucommia, he glanced at Cheng Xing'er, who was full of anticipation, picked up the bowl and ate it.

"Lord Wang, is it delicious?"

Fu Xuanlin didn't answer, just nodded stiffly, like an emotionless eating machine.

"Anyway, the prince has been very strange lately, don't you hate me the most? Why do you still eat what I made? ”

Cheng Xing'er teased him, in fact, after getting along for a long time, she found that Fu Xuanlin was not as cold and gloomy as he looked, and even a little cute sometimes.

"I'm done eating, you can go out."

After Fu Xuanlin finished speaking, he returned to his original position, picked up the scroll and flipped through it alone.

"Uninteresting."

Seeing this, she muttered and glanced at Fu Xuanlin again, picked up the empty bowl and left the dormitory.

After hearing the sound of the door closing, Fu Xuanlin hurriedly put down the scroll, and his stomach was overturned.

Although the food Cheng Xing'er made for him was cooked, those things always had an indescribable disgustingness.

"I can't find a second one in the whole world that I can make medicinal food so unpalatable."

Fu Xuanlin endured nausea and drank saliva to smooth his esophagus, he knew that the bowl of meal would help his legs recover, even if it was unpalatable.

After drinking several cups in a row, the nausea finally subsided, and he put down the teapot and fell into deep thought.

Obviously, he has almost recovered, and his legs have some strength, but he has tried many times but he can't stand up.

At night, Cheng Xinger put away the needles after acupuncture and covered him with a quilt.

"It's the last acupuncture, don't let me down on my careful care for you."

Cheng Xing'er sighed and left.

Listening to the sound of the door closing, Fu Xuanlin sat up, and he sat on the edge of the bed and struggled to stand up.

Suddenly, a dusty memory of years hit my mind.

"Lin'er, the queen mother has prepared a birthday gift for you, and it is hidden in the main hall of Jinghua Palace, you can find it yourself."

Empress Yue bent over with kind eyebrows and took the young Fu Xuanlin by the hand.

Fu Xuanlin had no biological mother's care, so he could only send people to snort under the fence, and Empress Yue was obviously good to him, but secretly gave him a ride everywhere. This time, Empress Yue was uncharacteristically gentle and kind to him, but he felt uncomfortable.

"Let's go."

Under the urging of Empress Yue, he let go of Empress Yue's hand and walked towards Jinghua Palace alone.

The insects chirped, the fragrance of flowers was wanton, and the palace was full of flowers, but all this beauty had nothing to do with Fu Xuanlin. Jinghua Palace is dark and quiet, and there is a coolness in the middle of summer.

The small figure stepped into the main hall of Jinghua Palace.

I don't know if it's because of the fear in my heart or the fact that Jinghua Palace is in a remote location, as soon as I enter the main hall, I feel like I'm in an ice cave.

Fu Xuanlin walked in slowly step by step, and suddenly the sound of the wood loosening came into his ears. He looked up and saw a wooden beam crumbling.

In an instant, the wooden beams fell vertically.

"Ahh

In the darkness, his small hands tried to push the wooden beam out, but the wooden beam never moved.

If Grandpa Kou hadn't rescued him, he would have died in the ruins.

The memory dissipated, and his slender fingers were almost embedded in the wooden couch, and he always remembered the indifferent expression of Emperor Jing that day.

Emperor Jing put all his resentment against Concubine Chun on his young son, even if Fu Xuanlin was hurt by Empress Yue or even lost his life, he didn't care.

Fu Xuanlin lay back on the bed, and his deep eyes returned to their former gloom.

The Winter Clothes Festival is approaching, and all the paper clothes in the capital have been snatched up, and the Lingwang Mansion has prepared these things half a month in advance.

Bailimo, who had not been seen for a long time, also returned to the palace the day before the Winter Clothes Festival.

Cheng Xing'er always felt that this guy had a deep grudge against himself, could it be that he already knew about giving him laxatives?

On the day of the Winter Clothes Festival, the carriage of the Lingwang Mansion went to the east of the city before the sky was clear.

Since last night, Cheng Xing'er has had a strong sense of foreboding. She silently prayed that everything would go well today, as long as Fu Xuanlin fell into the trap she had prepared in advance, he would definitely be able to stand up under the drive of subconscious self-preservation.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped, and the accompanying guards stopped.

When she came back to her senses, there was a dense forest in front of her, and the clearing in front of her left looked like a grave.

The famous general Zheng Erpin Fuguo made countless meritorious contributions during his lifetime, but after his death, he only covered his body in this desolate place with thin soil, and such a situation could not help but make people sigh.

Baili Mo pushed Fu Xuanlin towards the tomb, and the guards behind him only protected him from a distance.

"Grandfather, grandson has come to see you."

Fu Xuanlin's expression was sad, and even the sky was gloomy. Baili Mo knelt in front of the grave and burned the paper clothes on behalf of Fu Xuanlin, and after a long time, he did not slowly get up until all the flames turned to ashes.

"Baili, thank you."

"How can my subordinates afford to thank the prince, my subordinates' hometown suffered from drought in the early years, if General Bai didn't take pity on me for losing my parents and brought me back to the general's mansion, I'm afraid I would have already rotted on the loess, how can I have a chance to survive to this day."

"If my grandfather had a spirit in heaven, he would be glad to see you now."

Fu Xuanlin comforted him, and a rare smile appeared on his cold face.

"Let's go."

The two of them bowed their heads slightly towards the tomb and prepared to leave, but at this moment, there was a slight movement in the woods.

Baili Mo immediately stopped, and Fu Xuanlin also sensed that something was wrong.

The sound of the leaves rustling, everyone present instantly became vigilant, and a group of guards stepped forward to protect Fu Xuanlin in the middle.

After a while, the rustling sound stopped abruptly, and the cold air was eerily quiet.

Just as the guards breathed a sigh of relief, several cold lights flashed, and more than a dozen sturdy black-clothed people jumped down from the trees. All of a sudden, the two groups of people were inextricably fought.

Between the swords and swords, the black-clothed man led by him came straight towards Fu Xuanlin.

"Protect the prince!"

Baili Mo shouted and immediately raised his sword to fight. The cold light was staggered, and the guards were desperately resisting.

The moves of this group of black-clothed people are all fatal moves, but they can gain momentum everywhere in the fight, and it doesn't seem to be for people's lives. Even so, the guards were beaten back one after another.

At this time, Cheng Xing'er, who had been fishing in troubled waters, rushed in front of Fu Xuanlin.

"Lord Wang, I know a hiding place, I'll take you to hide first."