"Ling'er, what's wrong with you?"

Wenling Pear Blossom raised her head with rain.

King Ping and Gongye Han's fox spirit are completely opposite, with three points of perseverance in their handsome faces, and they are decent protagonists at first glance.

His eyes are like stars, his eyebrows are like distant mountains, he is dressed in a snow-green wide-sleeved deep coat, a gentleman, and he is as bright as the sun and the moon.

Any girl who sees it can't help but say, "Brother, I want to be a fish in your pond."

Wen Ling: "Brother Feng." According to Xixin, that's what the original owner used to call him.

After saying "brother", Wen Ling's head lowered again. I want to stop talking, the weak willow supports the wind, and I feel pity.

Gongye Feng stepped forward to hold her shoulders and asked with concern, "Ling'er, what's wrong with you?" Is Gongye Han bad for you? ”

Wen Ling: Call the emperor by his name, you kid really crossed over, and the concept of equality is deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

"Brother Feng," Wen Ling squeezed out two more tears, "Ling'er is now married to another woman, Brother Feng will forget me, I have a deep relationship with you in this life, if there is an afterlife, Ling'er will be your princess again......"

I didn't think it was when I read online articles before, but now it's my turn to say my lines, and I find that it's really easy to get goosebumps when I call myself in the third person......

Gongyefeng hugged her into his arms and said emotionally: "Ling'er, are you piercing my heart when you say such things?" You know I can't forget you. ”

Wen Ling was sad: "But I'm ...... now"

"Ling'er, don't worry, I have a way."

Wen Ling raised his head and looked at each other.

Gong Yefeng wiped her tears with his sleeve, his movements were so gentle that he was afraid of scratching his skin, and then he whispered a few words in Wen Ling's ear. Wen Ling's eyes slowly widened, and then he agreed quietly.

Unbeknownst to her, as soon as she nodded, Gongye Feng was about to continue to talk to her, when she saw two people walking this way with lamps.

"His Royal Highness King Ping, is that you?" A clear female voice came.

Gongye Feng's body stiffened: This is Ning Zhilan's voice.

He hurriedly let go of Wen Ling and took two steps back.

When Ning Zhilan approached and determined that the person next to King Ping was Wen Ling, a fierce color immediately appeared in her eyes, as if she was about to burst out with a knife to cut Wen Ling alive.

Wen Ling: Well, now the hatred value is full, and I am one step closer to becoming a human being.

Gongye Feng was also a little flustered: "Zhilan...... Why did you leave the table? He noticed Ning Zhilan's eyes looking at Wen Ling, and hurriedly explained, "I saw that Wen Zhaoyi was a little unwell just now, and I was looking for someone to send her back to the palace." ”

Wen Ling was a little disdainful of Gongye Feng in his heart.

Ning Zhilan suppressed her anger and said, "Wen Zhaoyi, just now I saw that His Majesty seemed to be looking for you, if you are unwell, it is better to go back quickly." ”

Wen Ling was still a little afraid of this "Empress Lu" just now, but he figured it out in an instant: if he can finally turn the tables against the wind, then why should he be afraid of Ning Zhilan now? If you can't turn the tables around in the end, you will be made a human being anyway, why not take advantage of the present to take revenge in the future?

Isn't this kind of thing about wearing books and counterattacking pay attention to a logical closed loop?

Besides, he is cheating on orders, what is there to be afraid of?!

Thinking of this, she straightened her waist and her face sank: "Why doesn't Miss Ning know how to salute when she sees me?" Is the daughter taught by the Yasukuni Mansion so unruly? ”

She has long wanted to say the lines of the Houmen housewife!

Ning Zhilan and Gongye Feng were stunned.

Wen Ling has always been a gentle and gentle character before entering the palace, and he will not speak harshly with anyone, but he didn't expect to be favored and tempered when he entered the palace.

Ning Zhilan was very reluctant, but the situation was pressing, and she was still stiffly blessed, after all, the slut in front of her was now different.

Wen Ling took a step forward, and his slender jade hand gently put on Ning Zhilan's shoulder as she wanted to get up, and pressed it hard, and pressed Ning Zhilan back in a daze. She said leisurely: "The legs are not bent enough, the body is not low enough, if Miss Ning can't salute, go back and practice well." ”

After speaking, he said to the little eunuch behind Ning Zhilan: "Send me back." ”

She recognized this little eunuch, from the Zichen Palace.

When she returned to Yilan Hall and saw her green plum and green apricots coming up, Wen Ling remembered that she had left the fine puncture behind!

Forget it, this girl can't let the wind go, so let her stand a little longer.

After Wen Ling left, Ning Zhilan was still frozen in place, and the red nails of the impatiens were deeply embedded in the flesh.

Gongyefeng helped Ning Zhilan up: "Zhilan, don't take it to heart, Ling'er...... Wen Zhaoyi, she has no malicious intent. ”

Ning Zhilan raised her head and looked at Gongye Feng with a resentful expression: "I know, I am ugly and unworthy of His Highness, His Highness and her are a match made in heaven, but since this is the case, why does Your Highness still come to provoke me?" ”

Gongye Feng hugged her into his arms, as gentle as when he hugged Wen Ling just now.

"What are you talking about, if I judge people by their appearance, why do I encourage you not to wear a veil all the time? She has already entered the palace, I only think she is a sister, just now she said that she is not feeling well, and she wants me to send her back, you must not think too much. ”

*

Gongye Feng dealt with the two women who were jealous of him, and returned to the banquet satisfied.

The secretary of the Ministry of Rites next to him came over to toast, and Gong Yefeng suddenly remembered something, so he asked: "Lord Zhang, I remember that the name of Miss Ning of the Yasukuni Mansion was not on the list of participants for this banquet, why was it added again?" ”

Zhang You, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, shook his wine glass: "Originally, it was indeed not, for fear that her face would collide with the nobles in the palace, she was never invited to the palace banquet, this time it was added by His Majesty personally, and I don't know why." ”

The palace banquet didn't end until late, and it was almost time for Ning Zhilan to return home.

The little maid who served at night in the house saw that her face was not good, and she was about to inquire about the excitement of the palace banquet and held back.

Ning Zhilan said coldly: "Take out the box." ”

The little maid answered the call.

The box contains the best embroidered brocade, each piece is exquisite, all of which are made by embroidery girls with time and labor, and this kind of embroidery is bought by the Yasukuni Mansion every month.

Ning Zhilan took out a few pieces of embroidery, picked up a pair of scissors, and began to grind all these pieces hard, slowly, and little by little.

The little maid next to her trembled, didn't dare to say a word, and finally finished the young lady's hinge, only to hear the young lady say gloomily: "The day of the royal autumn hunt is coming, some birds and beasts should also be in heat, tomorrow you go to the hospital, buy the most powerful aphrodisiac, be careful not to let people see it." ”

*

Wen Ling slept until he woke up in the middle of the night, startled by the figure under the window, and instantly woke up.

She turned over irritably and said, "Director Han, I'm off work, can I open it tomorrow?" Can we implement an eight-hour workday? ”

Gong Yehan seemed to have heard a big joke, tilted his head and said, "What are you talking about?" ”

Wen Ling's heart was suffocated, and he compromised with capital: "Gongye Feng did instigate me to be Su Daji, and said that you secretly cultivated a group of dead soldiers, and asked me to find a way to steal the token that mobilized the dead soldiers, now what should we do?" ”

She didn't hear Gong Yehan's response, and thought he was gone. Craned his neck to see that he was sitting under the window, the moonlight shining behind him, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, only noticing that the index finger and thumb of his right hand were gently twisted, as if he was contemplating something.

After a long time, I heard him speak: "Are you sure he wants you to steal the token?" ”