Si Miaoran's panic over the past few days has finally subsided a lot.

Lin Feilu talked with her for a while, told her a lot of Lin Qing's preferences and dislikes, and slipped away before the nanny came in.

In the evening, the wedding banquet was finally coming to an end. When it was dark, Lin Qing also returned to the East Palace with the help of the palace servants.

He drank some wine today, but although he was not drunk, he was still a little dizzy. After entering the bedroom, he saw the princess sitting upright beside the bed. The old lady was waiting aside and guiding the two of them to complete the final ceremony. Lin Qing was really tired. Seeing that the old lady had something to say, he couldn't help but get angry: "Go out, let me come by myself."

The people in the room shook at the same time, and the old lady quickly left, leaving only Lin Qing and Si Miaoran.

Lin Qing looked at his princess and lifted the Xipa directly.

Show a gentle and charming face.

He had seen Si Miaoran a long time ago, so he was very calm at this moment. He brought the wine glass to drink the wine with her. Seeing her eyes quietly looking down, he thought for a while and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Si Miaoran then raised his eyes and looked at him, his eyes full of shyness and tenderness, and he replied softly: "I ate the snacks that Your Highness asked the fifth princess to send you in the afternoon, so I won't be hungry."

Lin Qing was stunned for a moment.

After reacting, he didn't explain anything, but just smiled: "That's fine."

When he smiled, his already handsome facial features showed a little gentleness, not as rigid and serious as before. When Si Miaoran saw the prince for the first time, he realized that his husband was such an outstanding person.

She pursed her lips and lowered her eyes, then plucked up the courage to look over, her cheeks flushed and said, "It's late at night, I'll serve Your Highness with a broad dress."

The candles swayed in the house, reflected in each other's eyes, and a warm color was shaking.

...

The little matchmaker Lin Feilu has already jumped back to Mingyue Palace.

The snacks at the wedding banquet today were very rich. In addition to bringing a few to Si Miaoran, she also brought a few back. After the night fell, she took the snacks to Cuizhuju.

As usual, I jumped onto the wall, and the courtyard was pitch black again.

Lin Feilu still remembered the last time she was bound by the sword intent of a master. Now she didn't dare to be reckless. She squatted on the wall and shouted in a stingy voice: "Your Highness, Your Highness--"

After waiting for a while, no one answered.

She whispered again: "Uncle Ji... Uncle Ji, Daxia Ji, am I here?"

Still no one paid attention to her.

Lin Feilu jumped off the wall and walked towards the room with caution.

This time, there was no sword intent to force people to death. She walked to the door easily and pushed it gently, and the door opened.

The room was empty and there was no trace of Tiandong.

Lin Feilu suddenly felt a bad feeling in her heart.

Her heart hopped twice and rushed into the house with the moonlight. The decorations inside the house had not been moved, but after closer inspection, some things were missing. For example, the hand stove she gave Song Jinglan. When he didn't use it, he always placed it on the table and placed it with the inkstone.

At this moment, it was empty, the ink in the inkstone was dry, and only a few pieces of white paper were blown away by the night wind.

He left.

Lin Feilu suddenly felt a little cold when she realized this.

She knew he would leave, but when this happened suddenly, she began to feel sad later.

The gentle boy who grew up with her left quietly, without even leaving a single word for her.

Lin Feilu stood in the house for a while, feeling her eyes a little sore, and she felt that she had been a princess for a long time, and she was a bit pretentious.

He deserves to leave.

The Song State did not see the envoy coming, and Emperor Lin did not intend to let him go. Once the Song State king passed away, the dynasty changed, and the apparent peace and stability that Dalin had maintained before would be broken. By then, Song Jinglan would not have a good ending, whether he became an abandoned son or a hostage.

Today is the prince’s wedding, and the attention inside and outside the palace is all on this, which is the best time for him to leave.

Lin Feilu convinced herself.

She sighed in regret, put away the scattered emotions, finally looked around the room, turned around and walked out.

As soon as I stepped out of the door, a gust of wind suddenly came from the night.

A black shadow leaped over the wall and fell down lightly.

Lin Feilu stared at the boy in black in the yard with wide eyes, thinking that he had read it wrong.

It was not until he pulled the cover down and walked towards her that Lin Feilu took a breath and said in a lost voice: "Your Highness? You haven't left?"

Song Jinglan had already walked up to her, and did not say anything, but took her hand and pulled her into the house.

The door behind him closed silently, and the room was pitch black, with only half a ray of quiet moonlight.

Song Jinglan hugged her under this ray of moonlight.

It was a very gentle but possessive position. Lin Feilu was pressed into his arms and felt that she couldn't get angry.

She lay on his chest and smelled a strange scent on his body.

The fragrance is a bit familiar. Lin Feilu smelled it twice, but at first she didn't remember what it was. It was not until he let go that she suddenly realized, "The fragrance of Leng Luan Flowers? Your Highness, why do you have the fragrance of Leng Luan Flowers on your body? Isn't this flower only available in the cold palace?"

Although Song Jinglan let go of her, his hand was still placed on the back of her neck. He pinched the back of her neck and rubbed it gently, and the tip of his nose said "um".

Lin Feilu had goosebumps for no reason, "What are you going to the cold palace for?"

Under the moonlight, Song Jinglan curled his lips and smiled.

The smile was still as usual, with a gentle curve, but it also showed a coldness that made her unfamiliar and palpitations.

He leaned closer and whispered, "Princess, this is the last thing I did for you before I left."

The breath squirted into her ears, and Lin Feilu stammered and asked, "What...what?"

But he didn't say anything, pinched the palm of her neck and pushed it up little by little, stroked the back of her head, and took her forward.

Lin Feilu subconsciously pulled the corner of his clothes, feeling a little weak in his legs.

But he laughed and said softly: "After I leave, the princess will take care of himself."

Lin Feilu looked up at him.

Those eyes that always smiled were full of deep meanings that she had never seen before.

Song Jinglan at this time was like she had never seen before.

Lin Feilu couldn't speak for a moment and didn't know what expression to make.

While feeling sad, he is really leaving.

While happy, he did not leave quietly.

After a long time, Song Jinglan raised his eyes and looked out the sky outside the window, and brought the little girl in front of him into his arms.
Chapter completed!