On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival when the family was reunited, Lu Jingan rode a horse and galloped wildly on the empty streets, his handsome face was anxious.

Crying at every turn, such a squeamish man's family must be very uncomfortable when he is sick, right?

At this time, in Xia Qingmiao's small courtyard, Lu Jingmo was sitting on a wooden bench with a book in his hand, and the clear and beautiful syllables overflowed from his thin lips.

"Hokuriku Historical Records: In the more than 800 years since the founding of Hokuriku, none of the emperors of the past dynasties have been dim, and they are all diligent in government and love the people,............"

Luo Ran had a strange look and massaged the legs and feet of the sleeping Xia Qingmiao.

He looked at the moonlight tonight, and the flowers in the courtyard were also blooming, and the fragrance of flowers was pervasive, hazy and beautiful under the reflection of the moonlight, so he asked Lu Jingmo to take Xia Qingmiao outside to breathe the fragrant air.

After thinking of the imperial doctor's instructions, I wanted her to say something nice to Qingmiao and wake him up quickly.

Clinker, this person went directly to the study to find the "History of the Hokuriku", opened the pages and began to read aloud.

He really couldn't understand this behavior.

So when Lu Jingmo drank tea to moisten his throat, he couldn't help but say loudly: "Jingmo, the historical records are too boring to read, it's better to read some love poems or tell some stories written in the book." ”

"Ran, this is disgusted that my reading voice is not good?" Lu Jingmo said slowly.

"Of course not." Luo Ran glared at her, "Don't deliberately misinterpret what I mean. ”

"I think it's good to read history." Lu Jingmo picked up the book again.

"Not good, not at all." Luo Ran stopped massaging, ran to her and snatched the book, "Jingmo, you obviously know what I want you to say." ”

Lu Jingmo stretched out his hand and hugged him and took him into his arms, pretending to be stupid and said, "I don't know." ”

Luo Ran looked at her quietly and didn't speak.

After a stalemate of less than half a pillar of incense, Lu Jingmo disarmed and surrendered.

She sighed helplessly: "Do you really want me to say love to Xia Qingmiao?" ”

"Yes." Luo Ran nodded wildly.

She raised an eyebrow and asked, "Not jealous at all?" ”

Luo Ran pursed his lips and said, "I will feel a little uncomfortable in my heart, but now I try my best to wake up Qingmiao, which is the most important thing." ”

Lu Jingmo strangled his waist hard, and the force made Luo Ran hiss.

"I just want to say love to you." The hot breath she exhaled as she spoke made the tips of Luo Ran's ears turn red in an instant.

The man teased him again.

Luo Ran ignored the hot ears, and said, "You don't have to play tricks to take care of my feelings, I'm very generous." ”

How could someone as smart as Lu Jingmo not understand his intentions.

The reason why she did this was nothing more than that she was afraid that he would be upset.

But he had already figured it out, and there was nothing to be sad about.

Lu Jingmo's eyes were soft and dripping water, and she raised her hand to comb the broken hair on Luo Ran's forehead.

He always knew her best.

"Ranran, thank you, I ......"

But before she could finish speaking, a dark shadow fell from the wall.

Her expression was sharp, and she immediately protected Luo Ran behind her.

His right hand gathered a wind blade and struck at the comer.

The black shadow couldn't dodge, and was hit squarely, staggering a few steps backwards.

Lu Jingmo saw the face of the black shadow clearly through the moonlight.

"Lu Jing'an?"

"What are you doing here?"

She was still in front of Luo Ran, guarding off people.

The dignified second princess actually climbed the wall in the middle of the night, and she couldn't think too much.

Lu Jing'an's throat swelled with fishy sweetness, and she swallowed it back hard.

"The princess hasn't asked the princess why she is here?"

The evil aura on the corner of her mouth rose, but there was murderous intent brewing in her eyes.

"As far as I know, this is the courtyard where the prime minister's youngest son lives."