When the palace maid came to inform, Qingyuan, who was already preparing to go to bed, only had time to hear clearly, so he picked up his robe and immediately rushed out, and he didn't even have time to tie the clothes belt, and when he saw Jin Ran lying on the ground, his heartbeat almost stopped, as if there was a bucket of cold water under his head, and the body temperature of his whole body dropped rapidly.

Jin Ran was stabbed to death? The thought that flashed through his mind made him shudder, and for a moment his mind was blank, and he couldn't think at all.

When he came into contact with Jin Ran's body temperature, the tense heartstrings suddenly relaxed, but when he realized that the temperature was too high, the thick eyebrows gathered again. Coupled with Jin Ran's ruddy lips slightly opened, his eyes half-closed, and his cheeks were cherry red, all of which made him suddenly frightened.

The results of the pulse confirmed his suspicions.

Looking at the sweaty face, Qingyuan felt distressed and angry.

If she didn't have time to return to Qinghun Palace, she would fall halfway like this, what man would be able to resist in this situation? And when she was almost delirious, she still didn't want to turn to him for help?

Reaching out to Jin Ran, who was lying on the bed, he felt that her cheeks were hot.

"Don't ---," Jin Ran shouted weakly, his breath disordered.

She knew that Qingyuan was sitting on the edge of the bed, and she was also very aware of her current situation---

But no, her reason cried, and she knew that it was the strange glass of wine that was at work. Even though her heart had betrayed reason, she was still restraining herself and drinking him with difficulty.

"Damn you!" Qingyuan was almost blown up by her words. "How long are you going to be strong?" Lifted her up from the collapse, and her movements were still gentle under the rage.

"I --- I didn't --- --- to be reckless---" Jin Ran wanted to break free from him, but she couldn't exert her strength, and suddenly an inexplicable heat rushed straight away, making her consciousness a little blurred---

Qingyuan frowned, it seems that the medicinal rain is getting more and more urgent, that kind of torture can burn people to death, and she would rather die than get close to him? Although he knew in his heart that she was doing it for his inner pride, the frustration of being rejected from thousands of miles still displeased him.

Qingyuan pursed her lips and pinched her jaw punishingly---

No--- Jin Ran still wanted to refuse, but ---

'Snort', the candle flame goes out, the wind blows or no one knows---

--- woke up early in the morning, Jin Ran stared blankly at the tent on the bed, his mind was chaotic, lying on the bed in a daze, and after a while, he began to get up, unconsciously touching his face with his hands,---

There seems to be something wrong, but she can't say it, Jin Ran looked at the neat clothes on her body, urging the operation in her brain, she didn't like the dull feeling of powerlessness, and in the corner of her eye, she saw that something was shining on the pillow, and she slowly reached out to pick it up, and she was not surprised when she raised it in front of her.

It's the black jade that Qingyuan carried!

In an instant, his mind was clear, and everything from yesterday came to his heart, Jin Ran got up quickly, and Mu Mu remembered it vividly last night.

Oh, my God!

Qingyuan knows her true identity!

What did she do? She hadn't shed a tear since she could remember, and for the first time she had the urge to cry. In order for the secret to be revealed? Or is it for the sake of weak self-control?

Jin Ran's hands were tightly clasped, trembling uncontrollably. Spread out his hand, the black jade was faintly shining.

What is this? Is it a guarantee of compensation or responsibility? Finally, tears overflowed from his eyes, like drinking water bursting the embankment, pouring down. How should she face Qingyuan?

The muffled sobs echoed in the empty room, striking the atrium, making the sad arms tighten, pinching the ten fingers into the flesh of the arms, biting the lower lip, and crying out loud no longer.

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Qingyuan walked into the Qinghun Palace and asked the palace maid who was tidying up the garden, "Is the prince awake?" ”

"Prince Qingyuan. The crown prince left the palace early in the morning. The palace maid first bent slightly, and then replied respectfully.

"Thank you." Qingyuan nodded at her, turned around and walked out of Qinghun Palace. The polite and smiling expression on his face changed in an instant, turning into depression and anger. Damn where did she run again? Doesn't she have a sense of crisis at all? I was in danger last night, and today I'm running around like I'm nobody.

If he hadn't been afraid that he would arouse suspicion if he was found in her dormitory early in the morning, he wouldn't have left the jade and left.

It's ridiculous enough, people who are poisoned are fine, but people who are not poisoned are suffering, Qingyuan walked towards Mafang, shaking his head self-deprecatingly.

In order to respect her, his extraordinary willpower tortured him to the point of madness.

The corners of Qingyuan's lips hooked up--- brought out Thunderbolt, and ran towards the coaching field.

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"I can't even be such a simple basic coach, and I will do it all over again!" Qingyuan's roar spread throughout the entire coaching field, and I saw that the soldiers and generals on the battlefield had crooked helmets, their faces were full of tired sand, and they were panting tiredly, but no one dared to protest out loud.

Since the prince no longer appeared in the coaching ground with the prince of Qingyuan, this situation has lasted for more than ten days, and each time the prince arrives at the coaching ground early in the morning, and after explaining to the sentry on duty, he rides away. After about an hour, Qingyuan and the divine horse could be seen appearing, and after listening to the sentry's relay, the original smiling expression quickly sank, and then according to the progress explained by the prince, he went crazy and exercised the soldiers.

Don't say that those little pawns are tired, Qingyuan knows the most tired person. Shuttling and command and dispatch in the field, the interaction between brain operation and running wild is afraid that he will not be tired? It's just that Qingyuan seems to be masochistic, and he will never stop without spending the last bit of physical strength.

Every soldier prayed from the bottom of their hearts, wondering what dispute had occurred between the prince and the prince of Qingyuan, and only hoped that they would reconcile as soon as possible. Otherwise, the soldiers of Lily of the Valley, who are almost physically exhausted, may not have much time!

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As soon as Qingyuan entered the room, he collapsed on the bed, his extremely tired body was on the verge of a critical point, but he didn't realize it. After a busy day in the coaching field, after disbanding the soldiers, he also competed with Thunderbolt to return to the palace, and he was so tired that he almost exhausted his physical strength to walk back to the dormitory.

The tired faces of the soldiers on the training ground clearly reflected his masochistic behavior during these days, and of course he knew it, but he had to do it. Qingyuan shook his head and smiled bitterly, is this him who has always been suave? Is this the one who has always been at ease?

And the culprit who caused this turmoil is now unknown?

After that night, he faced up to his emotions, and he suddenly realized that for Jin Ran, he was willing to leave everything behind, including the freedom to do as he pleased, and for Jin Ran, he was willing to be 'detained', let his expression bind him tightly, and no longer have the idea of leaving. But the funny thing is that he untied the knot of emotional bondage, but was ruthlessly excluded.

Since that day, he has never seen Jin Ran again, and every morning, no matter how early he gets up to look for her, the palace maid's answer is that the prince has already set off for the coaching ground. And what they said was true, because the Qinghun Palace could no longer feel Jin Ran's breath.

But the most unbearable thing is that whenever he feels on the coaching field, the mood full of anticipation will be destroyed in an instant. It's just that you can't see Simu's face. He was greeted by a message from the sentinel about what kind of training he wanted him to complete. How can he be embarrassed by such a setback? Especially when his full expectation is suppressed again and again, the relative outburst of anger can be imagined.

What about at night? Either the prince stayed in Qingshui Palace to live with the queen, or the prince had already gone to bed, and he also stayed outside the palace all night, until three poles in the morning, and there was no one in sight. She must have left through the secret passage, Qingyuan knew it in his heart. In order to take him, Jin Ran even used the secret way to defend against the enemy.

Every day is like this, the same drama is repeated over and over again, like a bug that only takes a fixed route, being fiddled with. He couldn't get out, even though he knew that the chance of meeting Jin Ran on the coaching field was very small, he still took the trouble to make a bet, getting earlier and earlier day by day, but what he got was always just an angry message, and then in the face of a huge army, the sense of responsibility made him unable to get out. In this way, the days have passed, and his miss for Jin Ran has also burst.

Even bugs can't stand it!

Qingyuan jumped suddenly, with a sly smile on his face, and the depression of the past few days turned into action. After blowing out the candle, he jumped out of the window lattice lightly and left quietly---