Chapter 86： | 【86】

The scent of flowers in late spring seems to be strong on the nose.

She stared at the unparalleled face in a daze, as if she had knocked over the condiment bottle in her heart, she couldn't say what it was like for a while.

His facial features are tougher than before, and his eyes are like a night sky hidden, dark and deep, except for a little smile, no other emotions can be seen. Those terrible rumors surrounding him made her separate the person in front of her from the gentle boy in her memory.

Lin Feilu held the cold mask and swallowed subconsciously.

Song Jinglan still leaned slightly, her expression unchanged, and asked her in a suspicious manner: "What is the princess afraid of?"

Lin Feilu shook, repeatedly denying, "I...I'm not afraid of anything!" She pursed her lower lip and stammered: "His Royal Highness, why are you... why are you here?"

Song Jinglan laughed, stretched out a hand and took out a box from her arms and handed it to her: "It's two days late, it should not be too late. Princess, happy birthday."

Lin Feilu's pupils dilated, staring at the box for a long time, then slowly took it and opened it.

Inside the box is a small jade sculpture.

A long time ago, she also received a small lifelike wooden sculpture from him.

At that time, she said, wood rotten jade is immortal. Your Royal Highness will become rich in the future, so let me carve a jade.

Now it was finally delivered to her.

She held the little jade person in her hand and looked at him for a long time, and finally raised her eyes to look at him, and then questioned: "His Royal Highness took a risk and came here all the way to give me a birthday gift?"

Song Jinglan nodded.

She pursed her lips, her voice a little dull: "Then why kill Xi Xingjiang?"

His tone was light and casual, as if he had just done an irrelevant thing, "He wants to marry you, of course he wants to kill."

Lin Feilu looked at him incredulously, unable to speak for a long time.

Song Jinglan looked down at her for a while, stretched out her hand and gently touched her head, and asked with a low smile, "Are you angry?"

Lin Feilu choked, still speaking.

The palm slowly moved back from the top of her head, stroked the back of her head, and finally pressed her on the back of her neck, bringing her forward. He was not weak, and Lin Feilu plunged into his arms across the half-inch window sill.

He gently squeezed the back of her neck with his fingers, as if smiling, and as if there was no emotion: "The princess is not willing to die?"

Lin Feilu smelled the faint scent of cold on his body, and, okay, he reached out and pushed him out.

Song Jinglan released her strength in Yiyan, causing her to gasp, but put her hand on the back of her neck, as if she was hugging, and looked down at her.

Lin Feilu's heart beat so fast, she was shocked by such a strange and perverted Xiaomei. But it is very contradictory that she is not afraid of him, and she knows very well in her heart that he will never hurt her.

She supported his chest with two small hands, leaned back, and met his cold gaze when she half-tilted her head to look at him.

Lin Feilu sighed, "Your Highness, don't do this."

He smiled: "Which?"

She said: "Don't kill people randomly."

Song Jinglan looked at her for a while, and the corners of his lips smiled deeper. He lowered his head slightly, and his forehead almost touched her forehead, but he didn't really stick it. In a negotiated language, he asked in a voice: "The princess doesn't want me to kill him. , Should you know what you want to do?"

The first time they were so close, she could touch his chin with her lips as soon as she raised her head.

Lin Feilu froze and did not dare to move, feeling that the whole person was surrounded by his breath, and every sense organ in his body was magnified. His fingers were still pinching the back of her neck and rubbing gently, like an electric shock. The scalp was numb.

After shaking for a long time, he stammered and said, "Yes... it's a rumor! I won't marry him!"

He laughed over her head, and slowly let go of his hand.

Lin Feilu blushed and panted, and he had never felt that his heart was beating so fast.

She understood that there was something in his words.

She wanted to say, then if I don’t marry him, I always want to marry other people. Do you want to kill? Can I only marry you?

But she dared not ask.

She knew that once she asked, he would give her a positive answer. But she was not sure if she could do it, there were too many unknowns ahead, and she didn't want to completely fix her future overnight.

Fortunately, Song Jinglan did not force her.

He retracted his hand and stepped back. The black hair tied behind him was picked up by the night breeze, and turned back into a gentle and moist young man.

Lin Feilu sighed involuntarily.

He smiled and asked: "What's the matter?"

Lin Feilu glanced at him, a little depressed: "It's nothing, I just think that my queen prize should be transferred to you."

Song Jinglan raised his eyebrows.

She was silent for a while and couldn't help asking: "Are those rumors true? You...killed your father?"

Song Jinglan smiled: "Yeah."

Lin Feilu: "...Kill many courtiers? Imprisoned the prince?"

Song Jinglan lowered his head and brushed his cuffs: "Yeah."

Lin Feilu stopped talking.

He raised his eyes and looked over, and said with a low smile: "I told you before that the road to seizing a prostitute is extremely dangerous. If I don't kill them, they will kill me. Does the princess want me to die?"

She shook her head.

Song Jinglan laughed and squeezed her delicate earlobe.

Lin Feilu shook his body and turned his head to avoid him. His fingers were supporting her cheeks, and the thumbs of his thumb slowly passed under her eyelids, leaning over to her ears, and said warmly, "Princess, don't be afraid Me. Otherwise I will be sad."

Lin Feilu squeezed his body and responded with a soft "um" from the tip of his nose.

He let go of his hand contentedly, looked back at the sky behind him, and said with a smile: "It's late at night, go to sleep."

Lin Feilu was a little nervous: "What about you?"

He said, "I should go."

For such a short meeting, I don't know how long it took him to arrange the time.

Lin Feilu's eyes suddenly filled with sourness, that kind of reluctant emotion made her a little flustered, she didn't like this emotion that she couldn't control. So quickly backed up two steps and waved to him: "Good trip!"

Song Jinglan's eyes changed several times, but at last he just smiled and nodded: "Okay, the princess also takes care."

He turned to leave, took two steps, and turned back.

Lin Feilu had looked at him eagerly, and when he turned his head, he closed the window with a snap.

Outside the window, Song Jinglan laughed silently.

I don't know how long it has been before that closed window slowly opened again in the dark. Except for the night breeze and the fragrance of flowers, nothing left. Lin Feilu pressed down and felt stunned, and then completely closed the window and crawled back to bed to sleep.

It was not until she lay back on the bed and her breathing gradually stabilized that the figure hidden behind the branches of the wall finally left.

...

The next day, the General's Mansion and the Sixteenth Guards began to search for the assassin who committed the attack in the wine shop last night, and naturally nothing was found.

Fortunately, Xi Xingjiang was only wounded and healed after a period of raising. The assassin has no clues, and he will continue to perform military affairs. As time passes, the matter can only be put on hold.

Lin Feilu was dull for a while, and quickly adjusted his mentality, and began to happily enjoy his solitary life outside the palace. After the summer, one of the things that attracted the most attention in Beijing was the marriage of the four princes, His Royal Highness King Jing and Zuodu Yushi's prostitute Mu Xingyun.

Lin Jingyuan worked hard for so long, and tried all kinds of ways, but in the end he couldn't return the marriage.

The day before he got married, he was drinking in Lin Feilu's mansion while crying with tears: "After we get married, I will take a hundred concubines and make her angry!"

Lin Feilu: "..."

She patted it with a fan, and the drunk Lin Jingyuan fell.

The next day, Lin Jingyuan, who was suffering from a hangover and had a headache, put on the bridegroom's official clothes and got married with a wooden face. Lin Feilu watched by the side when he was visiting the hall. Feng Guanxia's bride was petite, and when she stood next to Lin Jingyuan, she only reached his chest.

Lin Feilu had a lot of things on her own during this time, and she didn't find a chance to peek at what his fourth sister-in-law looked like. However, this figure is not like the tigress that Lin Jingyuan said before. Many people in the royal family are involuntarily. Although she regrets Lin Jingyuan's arranged marriage, she can only pray for the two to get along in harmony in the future.

Although the prince’s wedding was not as good as the prince’s wedding, the ostentation was large enough, and the King’s Mansion was noisy until the evening before finally quieting down.

Yongan Princess Mansion is the closest to Jingwang Mansion, Lin Feilu stayed here, waiting for the guests to disperse, drunk Lin Jingyuan held the stone pillars in the courtyard and refused to come down, saying that he would hang the bride overnight.

Lin Feilu was really angry and funny. After pulling the person off the stone pillar, he knew that he would eat soft or hard, so he could only coax, "Brother Jingyuan, can you listen to Xiaolu?"

Lin Jingyuan snorted and turned away.

Lin Feilu asked: "If I married my husband, but my husband abandons me on the wedding night, will Brother Jingyuan be angry?"

Lin Jingyuan immediately roared: "I killed him!"

Lin Feilu pulled his cuffs and said bitterly: "Since you are like this, the sister-in-law's family should be angry and sad when he hears this. Even if you are not happy, the marriage is now completed, so why embarrass the sister-in-law? Yours Marriage is not the master, has she been the master? She is the same as you, but it's just the end of the world."

Lin Jingyuan was stunned by her.

Lin Feilu led him to the new house while saying: "Even if you don't like her, you shouldn't neglect her on the night of your wedding and tell the people in Beijing to read the joke. She is now Princess Jing, and others laugh at her. Isn't it just a joke to you?"

In the middle of talking like this, people have already walked to the courtyard gate.

Lin Feilu released his hand and made a small cheering fist at him: "Brother Jingyuan, come on, go!"

Then Lin Jingyuan walked in vaguely.

After he had been arguing for so long, the maid-in-law in the room had long since retired, and only the bride was sitting on the side of the bed. There was a pair of tall wedding candles burning in the room, a wedding scale was placed on the wedding tray, and a full Hebu wine beside it.

Lin Jingyuan was a little dizzy after drinking too much wine. After looking at the figure on the bed at the door for a while, he staggered and walked over.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the bride dropped her head unconsciously, and shrank back on her toes.

Lin Jingyuan walked up to her, did not hold the hi-scale, and directly lifted the hijab with his hand.

Under the red hijab was a particularly delicate face.

She also didn't seem to expect that the hijab would be uncovered so quickly, she stared at her husband in front of her, her big eyes reflected the light of two candles, full of water.

Lin Jingyuan also stared at her in a daze.

Mu Tingyun was flushed with shame when he saw him, and slowly raised his hands to cover his face, and a shy voice came softly from his fingers: "Don't...don't look..."

Lin Jingyuan: "!!!"

what! It's a soft girl! ! !