"What else does the prince command?"

Zhan Xinglan turned his head in frustration, but the next second he was caught off guard by Fu Xuanlin into his arms.

She looked up at Fu Xuanlin in astonishment.

"Lord? What are you doing...... Hmm!"

A fierce and crazy kiss fell on Zhan Xinglan's lips like a storm.

The clenched teeth were rudely pried open by the tip of Fu Xuanlin's tongue, and the place where she had just bitten was also kissed painfully, and the wet tongue was mixed with the smell of blood, wantonly occupying her lips and tongue.

Zhan Xinglan had never seen Fu Xuanlin's rough side, and instinctively prompted her hand to press against Fu Xuanlin's chest in a panic to push him away.

But Fu Xuanlin tightly imprisoned her in his arms, and Zhan Xinglan couldn't push him away at all.

Suddenly, Fu Xuanlin frowned and snorted in a low voice.

He let go of Zhan Xinglan, who took a few steps back due to inertia.

And there was still a trace of blood on the tips of her teeth.

Yes, she took a bite of Fu Xuanlin.

Fu Xuanlin looked at Zhan Xinglan, who was full of tears in pain and vigilant eyes, and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb.

"Lan'er."

"Don't come here!"

Fu Xuanlin stopped approaching her and said, "I'm sorry for hurting you."

"What the hell is wrong with you? Why do you do this to me?"

Zhan Xinglan asked aggrievedly and angrily.

Fu Xuanlin swallowed his saliva, and the peach-shaped Adam's apple slid up and down.

His reddish eyes stared at Zhan Xinglan firmly and seriously, and said word by word:

"All the while, I've tried my best to keep the best of myself for you. But today, I want to cut myself open and crumple myself in front of you."

Zhan Xinglan touched her swollen lips, "I, I don't understand."

"Actually, that kiss is the kiss I want every time I'm with Lan'er. Lan'er knows how hard it is to restrain your heart, but you don't need to know that, because I'm willing to restrain you."

"Xuanlin ......"

"Lan'er, I was originally a ruthless and domineering person, and it was your appearance that changed me. For your sake, it doesn't matter if you risk my life, so I'm willing to be gentle for you and restrain my possessiveness. I'm satisfied when I see you smiling."

Fu Xuanlin slowly approached Zhan Xinglan.

He looked down at Zhan Xinglan, his bony fingers caressing her red and swollen lips lovingly.

"Do you know how much torture it is for me for you to appear in my life as Cheng Xing and leave quietly?"

"So, after I met you, who had recovered my daughter, I decided to do whatever it took to protect you."

"But it wasn't until today that I suddenly realized that my protection for you may be superfluous."

Fu Xuanlin put down his hand, his eyes full of grievances and loss.

The beast, which was still domineering and ferocious, suddenly turned into a poor kitten at this moment.

Seeing him so wronged, Zhan Xinglan suddenly softened.

She sighed:

"I never felt that your protection of me was superfluous, and today in Princess De'an's Mansion, the situation is really urgent. If Jia Ning was injured by Chang Huaizhou, the first person Your Majesty and Cichangguo will be embarrassed is you, who are responsible for everything. Something like the Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet can't happen a second time."

After listening to Zhan Xinglan's words, Fu Xuanlin suddenly pulled her into his arms and buried his face in her neck socket.

"I'm sorry...... Sorry......"

He muttered the word sorry over and over again.

The exhaled breath teased Zhan Xinglan's jade-like neck.

Ever since he came back, he had become like an insecure kitten.

He simply didn't have as much confidence as he said he would.

He was afraid of losing Zhan Xinglan, he was so scared of death......

Zhan Xinglan raised his hand and stroked Fu Xuanlin's soft hair, "I'm going to live in the palace again, will you come to see me?"

Fu Xuanlin kissed Zhan Xinglan's collarbone softly, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Yes, every day."

The corners of Zhan Xinglan's mouth curled, "Are your lips still painful?"

"It doesn't hurt, although I haven't seen Lan'er these days, I can think of Lan'er all the time, I don't feel pain."

"Fool."

"Yours."

"Well, my."

Zhan Xinglan entered the imperial city while it was dark.

Today's Princess House is also very desolate.

Fu Luoxiang was admitted to live in the Lingwang Mansion, and Fu Yingxi was sent to Tianyuan Temple to be a nun.

Fortunately, the Purple Smoke Pavilion is still the same as before, and the furnishings and arrangements have not changed.

Zhan Xinglan ordered Baili Mo to put down his luggage and let him out of the palace.

She sat on the bed, unconsciously recalling Fu Xuanlin's crazy and domineering kiss in her mind.

Frankly...... It's a good feeling.

She touched her lips and smiled sweetly.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, which made her tremble.

"Princess Ling, the maid Yin'er is here to bring you some supper on the order of Concubine Xian."

"Come in."

The door opened.

Yin'er stepped in with a food box.

"It's so late, hasn't Concubine Xian gone to bed yet?"

"Her Royal Highness the Queen suddenly fell ill, and Concubine Xian acted as an agent for the affairs of the Six Palaces, so she couldn't sleep peacefully. These are the porridge and side dishes specially prepared by Concubine Xian for Princess Ling, and Princess Ling can use them slowly."

"It's hard for Concubine Xian to still think about me, and the deeper the dewdrop, there is Miss Lao Yin'er to convey her gratitude on her behalf."

"The maid must be conveyed by the princess and the mother. In addition to these suppers, Concubine Xian also has a word for her servant to convey to the princess."

"Miss Yin'er, please speak."

"The crunch of illness comes from overpowering. I'm afraid that someone will frame me, so the princess must be careful."

【Overwhelming...... How is it a winning victory? 】

"Since Concubine Xian asked Miss Yin'er to come and pass the word, why don't you make it clear?"

"Actually, Concubine Xian is just speculation. Recently, Concubine Xi often goes to the Queen's Palace, and she stays for three or four hours, which is really suspicious."

"The queen has always disliked Xi Li'er, why is she suddenly so close to her?"

"Concubine Xian also has this doubt, so she ordered someone to secretly pay attention to Concubine Xi a few times, but Concubine Xi was thoughtful and acted without leakage, and she couldn't notice that she had any abnormal behavior."

Zhan Xinglan pondered for a moment and said, "I know, thank you Concubine Xian for me."

After Yin'er left, Zhan Xinglan opened the food box.

Inside are several lightly flavored dishes.

[Concubine Xian was really as careful as dust, and she actually guessed that I didn't use dinner. 】

[However, what does the queen's serious illness have to do with the art of disgust with victory? Xuanlin and Concubine Xian didn't make it clear, even if I had the heart to take precautions, I couldn't start it. 】

A mouthful of porridge entered his throat, and Zhan Xinglan suddenly remembered a person.

"I'm so stupid, just ask Concubine Chun."

After dinner, she took advantage of the dead of night to sneak into the Penglai Hall again.

At the beginning of the moon shadow, the shadow fell into the dark courtyard.

A puff of white smoke drifted by, and Zhan Xinglan raised his hand and fanned it.

In the haze, Bai Rongyue walked over with a lantern.

"I knew that you girl would come to Penglai Hall tonight."

"Mother."

Zhan Xinglan ran over in small steps.

Bai Rongyue touched Zhan Xinglan's face dotingly, and said, "Come in."

In the dormitory, Bai Rongyue and Zhan Xinglan sat down.

"How did the concubine know that Lan'er would come tonight?"

"Yeqing told me that something happened in the palace, and Lan'er entered the palace right after, so the two must be somewhat related."

"The queen mother can also watch the fire when she lives in the deep palace for a long time, but Lan'er is deep in the quagmire but doesn't know where the danger lies in ambush."

"Since Lan'er is here, ask whatever you want, the mother concubine will know everything."

"Xuanlin and Concubine Xian both asked Lan'er to be careful of the technique of winning, but they didn't explain the reason, and Lan'er was puzzled."

Bai Rongyue's eyebrows moved slightly when she heard the words "Technique of Disgust of Victory", but she quickly returned to normal.

"The art of disgust is a taboo in the palace, and they told you to be careful, but they only heard rumors in the palace. As for the history of the art of disgust in the palace, they don't know much about it."

"Actually, all of this has to start with the death of the Eighth Prince."

"The biological mother of the Eighth Prince is a young woman whom His Majesty married when he was in the Hidden Mansion, and few people in the palace remember her name, even I only remember her maiden name Junqing."

"Jun Qing has a good appearance, is proficient in magic, and can be regarded as a strange woman among His Majesty's many concubines, and she was also very liked by His Majesty in the past."

"It's a pity that Jun Qing's life is not good, after she married His Majesty, she has been suppressed by Sheng Zhaoyi, who is also a concubine in the Hidden Mansion, and His Majesty has been fighting abroad all the year round, so although she is favored, she has never been able to conceive a child."

"Later, Your Majesty finally overthrew the previous dynasty and ascended the throne on her own, and their little women were made concubines one by one, and she was also canonized as Qing Zhaoyi."

"After entering the palace, Qing Zhaoyi had almost no contact with the concubines in the palace because of her cold temperament. Your Majesty has had many beautiful women one after another, and Qing Zhaoyi will rarely be able to get Your Majesty's favor."

"But suddenly one day, the news of her pregnancy came out in the harem. Eight months later, Qing Zhaoyi gave birth to a baby boy, the Eighth Prince. Your Majesty was overjoyed, and gave the Eighth Prince a bronze bell bracelet to pay tribute to the nations."

"I thought that Qing Zhaoyi could rely on her son to be expensive, but I didn't want the Eighth Prince to die in front of everyone at the full moon ceremony a month later."

"Since then, Qing Zhaoyi has been like a demon, and has threatened around the palace that her son was killed by the art of disgust, and pointed out that the murderer is the current queen."

"Your Majesty has also searched the Empress's Lizheng Hall several times, but nothing has been found. It wasn't until one day that His Majesty and the Empress went to visit her in Qing Zhaoyi's dormitory, and they accidentally discovered the little wooden figure hidden in her bed with the eight characters of the birth date of the Eighth Prince written on it."

Hearing this, Zhan Xinglan finally couldn't help but speak:

"Isn't it Qing Zhaoyi who killed the Eighth Emperor with the technique of disgust and victory?"

"Yes, everyone said that Qing Zhaoyi was ruthless, and he did not hesitate to kill his own son in order to bring down the queen, but there was a lot of trouble in the palace back then."

"This is ridiculous, how can any mother poison her child?"

"Lan'er didn't believe it, and His Majesty and Mother didn't believe it either. But the evidence is ironclad, and everyone is gold, and His Majesty can only sentence the crazy Qing Zhaoyi to death."

Zhan Xinglan couldn't help but sympathize, "Qing Zhaoyi is too pitiful. is such an obvious frame-up, and no one is *** for her. But this whole thing is not enough to make the art of aversion to victory a taboo in the palace, at most it is a tragedy caused by the art of aversion to victory."

"If the story had ended here, perhaps the art of weary victory would not have been so evilly preached. But a strange thing happened on the day of Qing Zhaoyi's execution!"