The sun was shining brightly, with dappled light and shadow. During the time when Ye Jiangxue disappeared, Yan Junqing did a good deed.

Let us follow the arrow of time back to the time when Yan Junqing picked up Ling Ziliang and threw him into the inn window!

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After Yan Junqing stood still, he casually brushed his sleeves. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Ling Ziliang's relieved expression as he rolled to his feet, and his originally elegant and carefree movements paused.

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He put a fist against his lips and coughed softly. He walked naturally to the wicker chair on one side. He lifted up the hem of his robe with one hand and sat down. His long jade-white knuckles were slightly bent. He picked up the blue and white tea cup placed on the table and took a sip.

With the tea in his mouth, he looked at Ling Ziliang with half-smiling eyes: "My unsatisfactory brother, I have to trouble Mr. Meng to take care of him."

"Brother, my noble eldest son, how do I need that person to take care of me..." Ling Ziliang jumped to his feet in an instant, and the sides of his cheeks were stained with a bit of crimson due to anger. During the retort, he raised his head to meet those familiar eyes, and instantly felt that the back of his neck was crossed.

A chill made me shiver, and I swallowed my unfinished words.

t_t

Thinking he was hiding something, he raised his hand and touched the back of his neck, opening and closing his lips as he muttered: "The weather in Southern Jin is really annoying."

He stood there and hesitated for a moment, half-raised his eyelids to secretly glance at his elder brother, rolled his eyes for a moment, and moved toward Yan Junqing with a flattering smile on his lips.

Moving and moving, he moved to the table. He diligently picked up the teapot and stood next to the table: "Brother...I'll pour you some tea. Drink more, drink more."

Meng Xian looked at the person he held in his heart, feeling wet all over because of his basin of water and the fiery red brocade filigree gown that clung to his body.

It was midsummer, and the clothes were light and thin. The blood-colored silk became somewhat transparent after being soaked with water. The thick black hair stuck to the back, shoulders and cheeks, making the already delicate face even more beautiful.

Poor, the color of her rosy lips turned a bit blue due to the cold air.

But even though he was so embarrassed, he found that... he was still so infatuated with that person, and wanted to tie that person's limbs and imprison him in a manor that only he knew, so that no one could see him at all.

However... he himself also knew that even if he did this, Ling Ziliang would not be moved at all, let alone fall in love with him.

Now that he has let go, why does Ling Ziliang want to see him instead?

Meng Xian raised another white jade wine glass at hand and drank the remaining liquid in the glass in one gulp. He covered the bitter curve of his lips with his wide sleeves. The moment he put down the wine glass, his face was already full of indifference, like a cold winter moon.

At this time of year, the ice cannot be melted: "The prime minister is joking, how can I, a humble citizen, take care of the prince?"

When Ling Ziliang heard this, he didn't care that his elder brother, who was always in awe, was still beside him. He jumped to Meng Xian in three steps and grabbed his collar with one hand. His tone sounded a little annoyed: "Humph...

...You can't take care of me, so you go take care of Yan Nian, right?"

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Yan Junqing looked at the two of them and smiled helplessly. He stood up from the Fujisaki, straightened his clothes, turned around and walked out of the house, closing the door.

Before closing the door, he spoke in a gentle tone: "Mr. Meng, if you want to win someone's heart, you must do something for him instead of forcing him again and again. Touching may not be love, but there is only a thin line between touching and loving.
Chapter completed!