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"Why are you hiding? You're not afraid of him. Why would you show off to me if you were in my place?" Xuanyuan Huang glared at her, with an unknown and deep worry in his dark eyes, which melted away the worry in his eyes.

Bingshuang also softened his gloomy look. He suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Ling Zihan's hand, and then lifted up his sleeve: "Let me see."

Ling Zihan ignored him and let him move her arms carefully, but muttered, "I don't know who is showing off to whom."

Obviously, Xuanyuan Huang heard it. But he remained silent, applied medicine to her again, and after bandaging the wound, he called her in a deep voice, "Qing Qing."

Seeing that she didn't respond, Xuanyuan Huang lowered his eyes, then changed his title, his tone was a little lower, like a low-pressure cloud passing by, and he said word by word: "Ling Zihan, if you are injured again in the future,

I dug out the same wound as you in the same place on my body!"

Ling Zihan was stunned for a moment, stared at him for a while, and gave an answer - "Madman!"

The unexpected hug came too suddenly. Ling Zihan wanted to push away, but found that she longed for his hug in her heart. After a little struggle, she let him hold her, and his voice turned into warm air.

, exhaled from the mouth, penetrated into the ears, itching.

"Yes, I'm crazy. I've been tortured so much by you, this little grinder!" Xuanyuan Huang hugged her tightly. His real presence and warm touch all comforted him. He stroked her back.

On the back, the smooth long hair is just under the palm of the hand, and the strands are like silk and satin.

The skin on his palms rubbed against each other. His movements were very careful, but extremely focused, as if he was afraid that if he wasn't careful, she would slip away from his arms and disappear. "Qingqing, Qingqing -" Does she know his Qingqing?

, looking at her pain is more painful than his own pain?

"I'm here." In response to his call, her thoughts turned over and over again, but she couldn't tell what it felt like.

Xuanyuan Huang rubbed her cheek affectionately and let her go slightly, but still held her arm with his hand, fearing that she would be damaged again.

Their eyes met, and there was tenderness in their gaze, but Ling Zihan spoke out to break the moment of tenderness, and bloodily pushed aside the cruelty that the two of them had to face.

"Remember the black gold iron box I found in the darkroom of the Prime Minister's Mansion? I opened it and there was an address inside. I looked for it. Inside, I encountered something and became as embarrassed as yesterday. I didn't look like that before.

I’m telling you, I know you already have a lot of things to do, so I don’t want to worry about this little thing..."

Ling Zihan knew that Xuanyuan Huang must have asked clearly about yesterday's matter. Even if Qiao Yang didn't tell him, Liu Yun would probably tell him. Therefore, there was nothing to hide, so he just said it. However, Zi Qi

She would not say that part. After all, she had an appointment with the fox, and she would not break the rules as she kept her promise.

But before she could finish speaking, Xuanyuan Huang leaned down, kissed her lips, and blocked the unfinished words in his mouth.

"I know, I know everything." He kissed her softly and left immediately.

Xuanyuan Huang gently touched her long hair, and his fingertips went deep into the hair, as if rippling in a waterfall, sliding down the direction of the hair ends. After a moment of silence, he whispered: "What do you want?

Just ask, and I will tell you as long as I can answer you." After a pause, he added, "It will be the same in the future."

Ling Zihan raised her chin, her peach blossom eyes flashed, and her long eyelashes cast shadows, as if outlined with thick ink, highlighting her coquettish eyes, but this coquettishness could not hide the intelligence in her eyes.

Qingming.

After thinking about it, she stretched out her hand and pulled off the sachet tied to Xuanyuan Huang's waist, put it on her nose and asked, "Okay, first question, which master gave this to you!"

Although the fragrance has changed, the essential purpose has not. It can be seen that the skill of the person who mixes the fragrance is far superior to his.

Seeing that Xuanyuan Huang didn't respond, Ling Zihan put down the sachet and teased with a smile, "Why, just now I swore that as long as I could answer, I would answer. I couldn't have been lucky enough to pick one right away.

You can't answer it!" I don't know if there is some kind of lottery party at the family banquet in the palace in the evening. With her luck, she won't win a jackpot.

"That's not true. You recognize this master."

"It can't be the perennial poisonous master." How could she not know her own secrets? To others, they could eat, drink, gamble, cheat, trick, or trick others, but to her, she always talked about this.

The "favorite disciple" who was scolded every day still couldn't be cruel. In the words of his uncle or An Liang, Du Zun harmed others and himself, but he never harmed her.

"It's the Imperial Master." Xuanyuan Huang looked at her with a smile and wanted to touch the tip of her nose, but she dodged it. The hand hanging in the air retracted awkwardly, Xuanyuan Huang stared at it as if thinking.

She whispered the name, "Zi Chen."

It's him...

"Why!"

Why did Zi Chen give Xuanyuan Huang such a sachet? Doesn't he know the purpose of this incense?

Ling Zihan had an accurate answer in her heart, but she didn't dare to think about it. She couldn't express the heavy feeling, but she knew deeply that Zi Chen knew it.

Her eyes fell on Xuanyuan Huang's sleeves, and she saw his fingers curled slightly and clenched into fists. There seemed to be a trace of hesitation. When he looked up at her, his eyes were clear, and his hand covered hers in time.

The waist slowly went down and stopped on both sides of her hips.

A low, sexy voice also slowly came out.

"Because of you, because of your slender figure and small hip bones, and because you have not taken good care of your body in the past few years, your life will be in danger once you get pregnant and give birth. That's why the Imperial Master prepared these things for me to take with me.

.”

Ling Zihan was stunned. The things she was struggling with actually originated from herself? And she had thought that he had ulterior motives or felt that she was not worthy. It seemed that she judged a gentleman with a villain's heart.

Belly.

But if you think about it carefully, this thing is indeed harmless to the human body and its medicinal properties are very mild. It will not hurt her. But this is not a foolproof solution. If you really have a child, this thing will be a sharp weapon to kill the baby.

Thinking of this, Ling Zihan directly opened the sachet, poured out all the spices inside, stuffed the sachet to Xuanyuan Huang, and snorted: "Compared to the smell of this damn thing, I still like it."

Your original taste."

Seeing her blushing cheeks, struggling to open and fall, Xuanyuan Huang looked at her in surprise. When she finished speaking, she showed her first heartfelt smile since yesterday, which was very shallow.

But it was warm enough. He took out the sachet and played with it in the palm of his hand. His phoenix eyes swept across her cheek with a hint of playfulness, and a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "So, Qingqing still likes my smell better?"

"

The tone is evil, but there is still a bit of sourness in it.

She is probably still angry about her leaving with Xuanyuan Qian last night!

However, this anger also melted away as she fainted, and what was left now was worry, anxiety, and feelings that he did not often talk about, and that only belonged to them.

Ling Zihan pushed him away, suppressing the waves in her heart and said, "Long Live the Lord's half-year agreement, what should I do?"

"I will find a way." Xuanyuan Huang's expression changed slightly when he mentioned this matter.

Ling Zihan shook her head, "Actually, if you have any heirs, Long Live the Lord will marry you again. Having no heirs is a reason. If you have heirs, you can also say that I am pregnant and it is not convenient to take care of you... Naturally, this book will be established

You can't escape the matter of the concubine. Why don't we let nature take its course and stop using these things to avoid suspicion."

The prince reminded her last time that many thoughtful people would know a thing or two, so all kinds of speculations would emerge. If all parties come up with countermeasures, the trouble will be even greater.

"But you-" He didn't want her to suffer, didn't want to lose her.

"Haven't you heard that good people don't live long and have troubles that last for thousands of years? A disaster like me might die so early?" Ling Zihan said with a hint of self-mockery, pressing her index finger to his lips to muffle the words.

She pressed her lips to his lips. Her dark red eyes rolled slightly, and she spoke calmly and continued to ask: "Second question, why do you want to stop my people from going to Ziling."

Compared with the low-pressure current that sounded like a storm coming when I asked the first question, it has improved a lot now.

Xuanyuan Huang lowered his eyes because of this question.

He reached out and rubbed Ling Zihan's fingertips and fell into silence. After a while, he broke the haze and said, "That place is not the place you should go. Qingqing, believe me, I will not harm you!"

"The Zi family has been hiding from the world for many years. I think that even if my people leave, no one will harm her. At worst, they will be kicked out, and they may come back with injuries?" The tone was sarcastic, soaked with a little teasing, and some complaints.

.

Xuanyuan Huang fell silent, as if he didn't want to say anything.

Ling Zihan stopped asking, remained silent for a while, and spoke lightly of the question that was stuck in her heart. Perhaps she was pretending to be calm, but the slight resistance in her voice could not escape Xuanyuan Huang's attention.

ear.

He knew that she cared.

"Change the question, what's going on with that cousin?"

As he spoke, Ling Zihan lowered her head to play with his fingers and lowered her eyes. The emotion on her face was still indifferent, but the eyes under her eyes were like strange deep pools, unpredictable.

The hand caressing her back paused for a moment, and Xuanyuan Huang mused: "Yesterday, what I told you was all about things. Before that, I didn't know who she was, let alone admit this kind of thing.

Cousin!" That kind of woman is not worthy!

Ling Zihan raised her eyebrows slightly, raised her head slightly, and motioned for him to continue.

"Yesterday I heard the news that you had not returned from the trip, so I hurried back from the palace. Just when she arrived at the door in the imperial concubine's carriage. She was holding the imperial concubine's silver book in her hand. She said that she was a relative of the imperial concubine and that the draft was coming soon.

, I want to stay in our palace for a while. I was worried about your affairs, so I didn’t even care about her. After asking the housekeeper, I went to Fengyan Pavilion to look for you. I searched all the way and left the city. Who knew she was also

Followed..."

Ling Zihan remained silent, listening to him quietly, her thoughts turning over and over again, but she found some loopholes in his complete words. She clearly remembered what Mu Jiaxiang said to Xuanyuan Huang yesterday.

.She asked him if he had forgotten what his aunt said, and asked him if this was how good he was to her? And she claimed sonorously that she was his woman.

This was not because Ling Zihan was too sensitive, but because there was considerable disagreement between the two of them. Obviously, Xuanyuan Huang had promised something to Mu Jiaxiang's aunt, the imperial concubine of the dynasty. But he insisted on saying that.

, I didn’t know who this woman was before, but I only found out after reading the silver album.

To put it bluntly, one of the two people must be the one who tells lies.

Who could it be?

What would be the purpose of telling such lies?
To be continued...