Leng Qingyan's hand slowly loosened. She knew that she didn't agree with Chen Yi. Now she can only drop blood to test her marriage. She took a deep breath and tried to calm her feelings. She said, "Your Majesty, why don't you drop your blood to recognize a relative? Jun'er is your son. His blood must be compatible with yours."
"Xiangrong... Hehe! Leng Qingyan, don't you know what you have done? You don't think you are ashamed, and I think you are ashamed!" Chen also took a step closer to Leng Qingyan and said sarcastically.
Leng Qingyan has never thought about getting Chen Yi to recognize jun'er before, so she has never thought about how to prove that jun'er is Chen Yi's child. For a time, Chen Yi's sarcastic words stunned him.
Chen also saw that she didn't speak, sneered and approached her. Her cold fingers suddenly pinched her chin, tightened it a little and said coldly, "cold face, leave yourself some face!"
When he finished, he let go of his hand holding her chin and turned around without looking back.
Leng Qingyan looked at his resolute back and knew that if he could not prove Juner's identity, Chen would not help himself. Frowned, she did not keep up with Chen Yi's footsteps.
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Chen did not go back to his yard, but went to the front hall. Mo LAN had been waiting there for a long time. When he saw Chen also appear, he put down his tea cup and hurriedly stood up to give Chen Yi a gift.
"Your Highness Molan, I'm sorry. I've been delayed. Your Highness has been waiting for a long time." Chen also said and went to Molan and sat down.
"The hall didn't wait long, just came soon." Mo LAN poured Chen a cup of tea, and the warm tea was rippling in the cup.
Chen Yi stared at the tea in the cup and saw the light brown tea floating on the cup. Obviously, this is not their country's tea, because Chen's tea is relatively strong, and tea generally does not float on it. The tea leaves in Jiangnan are even less likely to float on it.
"Your Highness, please remember to say more good words for me when you go back this time."
"Don't worry, your majesty. We will do our best to help you. Let's say a few words in front of our father. I hope your majesty will also consider what we said and leave!" Mo LAN stood up and went outside.
Leng Qingyan hesitated outside the yard whether to go in or not, and saw Mo LAN come out. She subconsciously retreated to the side.
Mo LAN walked to Leng Qingyan with a smile, narrowed his lazy eyes and looked at her. Leng Qingyan stepped back two steps, "Prince Mo LAN."
"Little lady, the hall left the ancient piano and gave it to you in the room of the hall." Mo Lan's handsome face approached Leng Qingyan, and her thin lips were close to her ear petals.
Leng Qingyan felt that Mo Lan's lips were close to her ears, his heart missed a beat, and his feet were a little soft. His eyes flashed, and he hurried back. When his feet opened, he found that there was no way to retreat behind him, and Mo LAN approached her again, forcing her directly to the wall. His big hand patted on the wall behind her, and a pair of Phoenix eyes looked at her with a smile.
"Dian... Dian... Leng Qingyan's hands were clenched into fists, his palms were full of cold sweat, his eyes hurriedly dodged, and Mo Lan's eyes avoided being against his eyes, so he was at a loss.
"Mo LAN, the meaning of the endless ink billows, the little lady can call the name of this hall in the future." Mo Lan said in her ear, stopped teasing her, smiled, raised his body and turned away. Leng Qingyan's hand slowly loosened, and her body was soft and paralyzed on the ground. She stared at the back of Mo LAN who left. She didn't return to her mind until a long time.
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The wing room where Mo LAN lives has been cleaned. Bai Qing sits in front of the table and gently touches the Guqin in front of him. His fingertips gently fiddle with the strings and gently sigh.