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But she can be nice to Xia Xia, why can't she be nice to him? By the same token, what's wrong with that?

"ah?"

Ling Zihan opened her mouth slightly, looking at him as if she were looking at something unbelievable. Looking at his tangled but pretending to be calm expression, she suddenly smiled.

"Hey, are you being stimulated by something, young prince?"

As his voice fell, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

It was like the gusts of cold wind in hell, making every pore of a person tense and shrink, and small bumps bulge. If it weren't for summer and Ling Zihan was not afraid of him at all, she would probably be so cold that he screamed.

It's time to warm the stove.

But compared to Ling Zihan's thoughts, Wanyan Feiyang did not think that what he said was impulsive. Although he admitted that he had made a mistake and was even a little inexplicable, these days, he watched her treat Xia Xia

All kinds of things, and compared with her actions that she almost didn't take a detour when she saw him, something flashed through her heart at that moment, and it was very uncomfortable.

That feeling... is amazing.

It seems that he is envious. He is envious of his unruly and willful sister. And a little bit - jealous!

He is actually jealous of Xia Xia! Just because of this woman?

This... this makes him famous all his life! He obviously just wants to tame this woman who never takes him seriously, how could it have anything to do with envy and jealousy?!

Could he really...

Before a thought could cross his mind, he resisted and threw it away.

He shook his head vigorously, and the belief in his heart became stronger. It was impossible. He had seen many beautiful women and had no shortage of them. He was just curious about her, unconvinced, and wanted to tame her and make her bow her head.

But he couldn't explain what he couldn't help but ask. Especially, he was still so serious in his heart and knew clearly that he had not been stimulated in any way!

The more he thought about it, the more confused his mind became. Wanyan Feiyang's eyes became darker when he stared at Ling Zihan. He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. In the end, he simply turned down his sleeves and left with a gloomy face.

.

But before he left far, he came back again for some unknown reason.

"You..." Obviously, Ling Zihan didn't expect him to come back suddenly. She stopped and looked him up and down with pure evil eyes. A standard communicative smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

He raised his voice and said, "I wonder what the young prince is doing when he comes here again?"

"I, this king -" Strangely, looking into Ling Zihan's eyes, he couldn't say a word. He only felt that something was stuck in his throat, itching and blocking, and he felt a little weak.

"Oh, I understand, the young prince is here to enjoy the flowers, grass and lake." Nodding slightly, Ling Zihan stretched out her hand to brush the broken hair around her ears, and continued to smile at him: "Zihan will not disturb the young prince.

If you feel elegant, take the first step."

As I walked past him, I waved my sleeves without taking away a single cloud.

But when Wanyan Feiyang passed by, he stretched out his hand and grabbed her sleeve violently.

"Stop for me!"

"Your Majesty, for your own sake, men and women should not be intimate." Ling Zihan might have listened to him. She paused for a moment before continuing to walk forward, and shook off her sleeves heavily, even if the piece of gauze on her outer robe was torn.

, or left his range.

"Ling Zihan, I was so dizzy just now that what I said didn't count!"

Looking at her figure, Wanyan Feiyang pinched the piece of tulle in her hand, held it tightly, and yelled at her. But for some reason, she had to explain this to her. This was not typical.

Is this a true portrayal of "There is no silver in this place?"

"Zihan didn't hear what the young prince said. However, Zihan advised the young prince not to appear in front of me again. Otherwise, if he encounters me in a bad mood one day, he will give the young prince a unique education.

Let the young prince know what it means - don't look at anything inappropriate!"

As he talked and walked, the gentle voice like an oriole gradually drifted away, and finally disappeared from his sight along with her figure.

Lowering his head, Wanyan Feiyang slowly opened his hand, and the soft crimson gauze lay in his palm. A corner of it was rolled up by the wind and fell...

Looking at it thoughtfully, after a while, Wanyan Feiyang took the broken piece of gauze into her arms and sighed to herself: Are you so dismissive of me? Ling Zihan, the game has begun!

*

In the middle of the night, it's quiet.

Ling Zihan repeated her old tricks again, unwilling to sleep for life and death, and Xia Xia, who was pestering her for fun, sprinkled some hypnotic incense so that she could sleep peacefully.

"Miss, sir, he... is here." Qingdai carried Xia Xia, who had already fallen asleep, onto the bed, turned back, and said respectfully to Ling Zihan.

Sir, this is what they call that immortal man, including Ling Zihan and Yi Anliang. They all call him this to show respect. Except for a few people who are closely related to Ling Zihan, those who know his existence

People, nothing else.

"Is it from An Liang's perspective?" Ling Zihan was stunned for a moment and quickly figured it out. She calmly put down the cup in her hand and turned to look at Qingdai who was putting up the curtains.

"Yes, Leader Yi is here too. Now..." Qingdai paused and looked at Ling Zihan, tied up a finger and pointed upward. Ling Zihan immediately understood and explained to her,

He slowly stood up, left the room, and walked into the courtyard.

Walking on the gravel road, Ling Zihan occupies the courtyard alone, standing with her hands behind her back.

At night in early summer, the air is still so humid, but it is slightly cooler than the sweltering heat during the day.

"Yaoyao," a familiar call came. A green figure emerged from the darkness and landed steadily in front of her. It was Yi Anliang. As always, he reached out and touched the top of her hair, his voice was lazy but revealing.

A little tired.

Pointing to the roof, An Liang didn't explain anything to her. He just said, "Go ahead. Sir, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Yeah." Ling Zihan smiled and passed by him. She didn't seem to care on her face, but when she passed by him and jumped up to the roof, she still whispered in his ear, "An Liang,

Thank you. You... pay attention to rest."

As soon as he finished speaking, the evil fire-like figure had disappeared into the courtyard, crossed the night sky, and landed on the roof of the main hall of Wenjin Pavilion.

Who says this woman has no heart?

She just never cares about people or things that have nothing to do with her.

While sighing, a vague figure suddenly flashed in An Liang's mind. It was bright and stubborn, making him smile unconsciously...

On the roof, a man in a silver-gray robe stood on the ridge. The light moonlight enveloped him, as if he had merged into the moonlight. Turning around, even in the cold night, it seemed that his appearance had not changed at all in many years.

It's still so wonderful and out of this world.

Now under this moon, eight words came to her mind - all kinds of splendor, the sun and the moon shine together.

Walking slowly, his clothes are flowing.

The silver-gray figure didn't seem to be walking on the roof ridge at all, but as freely as on the flat ground.

And when you get closer, you will find that his noble face always has a quiet smile, and his eyes are as deep as the sea, without traces or traces, without desires or desires. His temperament is not like the noble king of the Xuanyuan family.

It's not mysterious and weird, nor is An Liang's lazy and unpredictable, but an almost perfect elegance. There is always a kind of hermit nobility that is different from the mortal world, and the gentle and gentle Jiangnan ink between the eyebrows and eyes reveals a love for all things.

His compassion is like seeing through the world of mortals, yet he is still living in the secular world. His natural detachment makes people admire and worship him.

This is the "Mr." they know.

She didn’t have a name, and she couldn’t remember when they first met. It seemed that ever since she could remember, he would appear on a certain day every year in her memory, but he would always leave after saying a few profound words.

"Sir, we meet again."

"Well, we meet again." Walking in front of her, the man who looked like an immortal stopped and stared at her like an elder, with a trace of pity in the corner of his mouth.

He looked up and down at the girl in front of him. The figure of Ruhuo was so charming, but in his eyes, it turned into a silent sigh. Is this life? Even if... I still can't escape it!

Standing with his hands behind his back, against the moonlight, his smile was always faint, but not even a trace of emotion appeared in his eyes, but the feeling of compassion for the world was much lighter.

"Have you decided?" he asked suddenly.

Ling Zihan closed her eyes slightly and then opened them. There was no evil in her pure eyes, only perseverance. She nodded slightly, answering his question.

The young man paused for a moment, then glanced at her with wise eyes, as if he glanced at her accidentally, but made Ling Zihan stand up straighter, and her expression gradually became serious.

He seems to be able to see through everything.

Sighing silently, he slowly turned around, looked in the direction of the capital and said: "I remember, when we were in Beiyan last year, you told me that you didn't want to get involved in world affairs or mess with the world. At that time, I thought you really didn't want to be in the world.

It turns out that’s not the case.”

Is it because of that man?

That devil-like existence in the eyes of the world.

Hearing the sound, Ling Zihan glanced in his direction and said softly: "Although I don't want to ask questions, they always come to me. Sir, I broke the agreement, but before I came to Beijing,

I have made a decision. I want to personally remove the shackles of fate. I cannot be controlled by the fear of life and death for the rest of my life. Because..." Looking at the distance in a blink of an eye, Ling Zihan took a deep breath and spit out three words that contained expectations and

Bitter words - "I want to live!"

The man's back trembled almost imperceptibly. He seemed to feel the strong desire to live in her heart. At the same time, he also remembered the bloody disaster that An Liang told him on the way here.

Anyway, she was supposed to fly high.

"I remember I once said, 'You are a swan, how can you be a sparrow?' Do you still remember how you answered me at that time?"

Remember, she remembers it very clearly.
To be continued...