Legend of a Drop-dead Gorgeous Princess

Ling Shuang stopped Jiang Rui: "Am I heavy? It's because you have no strength, you can't, but you bite back and say that I am heavy! Sister Ling, is this person always so unreasonable?" Ling Shuang blushed.

"Who can't you say?!" Jiang Rui was anxious, stopped and turned back to ask Ling Shuang.

Ling Shuang was taken aback again, "Ling Sister-in-law, look at him!"

"He has always had a bad look! The princess' figure and weight are the most standard beauty standards." Lan Ling said with a smile.

"Jiang Rui, you..."

Before Lan Ling finished speaking, Jiang Rui scratched his nose at Lan Ling: "It's not big or small, call it Uncle Master!"

"You, bah!" Lan Ling and Ling Shuang spit at him together.

Everyone laughed.

Huo Jingyun took the others to say goodbye to Lan Ling. Liang Hongxiu followed closely behind Huo Jingyun.

Lan Ling stopped Huo Jingyun.

"Anything?" Huo Jingyun asked.

"Brother, you and Liang Hongxiu...Do you like Liang Hongxiu? Is her the person in your heart?"

Lan Ling wanted to ask him this question a long time ago, because she knew that the princess's heart was on Huo Jingyun, and she also hoped that the princess could marry Huo Jingyun.

Although Ling Shuang was a princess, he was straightforward, kind and affectionate, and not spoiled. Lan Ling felt that the two of them were very suitable.

Huo Jingyun paused, "It's not Liang Hongxiu. But if I have to marry someone, I will marry her."

"Then what you like, why don't you fight for it? You are good everywhere. If I didn't meet Ling Chen, I might cry and let you marry me!" Lan Ling smiled.

Yes, she is telling the truth. There is a kind of person, the first time you see him, it is like an old friend you know a long time ago, Huo Jingyun gave her such a feeling.

He is stunning, gentleman and gentleman.

"Then hate not meeting you when you are not married," Huo Jingyun said lightly, "but the person I like is really similar to you." He looked at Lan Ling, his eyes soft as water.

Lanling paused, whoever fell in love with the senior must be very happy.

"Really, it's a pity that Lan Ling didn't have a chance to meet. Brother, the princess is really good," Lan Ling looked at him, "Did you not consider the princess?"

"Ling'er, in this life, I only want to be your senior, not your husband's relative." Huo Jingyun's hand lightly patted on her head.

"Well, I really want to see what the person you like looks like," Lan Ling said.

"I'm leaving, you are fine." Huo Jingyun left.

After sending everyone away, Lan Ling returned to the room and took the soup pot simmering on the carbon, which contained the tonic that Lan Ling had stewed for a day, specially made for Ling Chen.

The moon hangs there like a night pearl. On the night of August 17, the moon seems to be rounder.

Lan Ling changed into a water-blue dress, pinned a silver hairpin, and the green silk draped over his shoulders, his expression light.

I don't know when, something slowly slipped away from her.

It turns out that people do not grow up slowly, but only in a moment, a night, or one event.

The Linhua Hall was unexpectedly deserted.

Tian Ming and Gu Fan stood outside, and only poplar trees and pearls were waiting in the hall.

There is no concubine Hui, no concubine De, and no other concubines.

Tian Ming and Gu Fan breathed a long sigh of relief when they saw Lan Ling.

Pearl smiled when she saw Lan Ling.

Yang Shu stepped forward to give Lan Ling a gift: "Ling Concubine Empress, you are here, the emperor drove away Concubine De and Concubine Hui, and the slave is going to invite the empress, but he doesn't allow it, but the slave knows that the emperor is waiting for the empress. You."

The poplar burst into tears. Looking at him, Lan Ling couldn't help thinking, why a man became an eunuch, and there were so many tears.

Lan Ling walked over slowly, Lixia put down the soup pot and retreated outside with Pearl.

The low wind blew in, and the curtains swayed gently, like the sleeves of a woman Qingwu, lingering.

Lan Ling stood beside him.

Ling Chen lay on his back on the bed, his face was slightly sad, and his cheeks were a little thin. Looking carefully, there seemed to be a few strands of silver thread hidden between the temples, which was slightly vicissitudes of life under the faint candlelight.

Lan Ling stretched out his hand to cover his hair, picked out the few silver threads, and twisted them at his fingertips. He was only nineteen years old, and he had gray hair.

She has only known him for more than a year, and it hasn't been three years since she was last.

He has been running all his life, and there are so many forks in every step. People around him come and go. Gradually, without the people who started with the company, he must be very desolate in his heart.

Maybe everyone is like this, but Ling Chen's road is more bumpy.

He suddenly reached out and took her hand, it turned out he was not asleep.

"You are finally here." He opened his eyes, struggling to sit up.

"Your injury is very serious. Lie down on your back to get better soon. Lie down quickly, or I will go." Lan Ling sullen his face.

He is obedient now.

She supported him and lay down slowly.

But he still stretched out his hand to hug her into his arms, like a treasure, stroking her face with a big hand, but her voice was harsh: "You gave me your life-saving medicine! You always make me owe you, what a bastard!"

Lan Ling smiled and stretched out his hand to hug his neck: "No way, you don't love me enough. You love me not as much as I love you. I am always stingy. If I want to entangle together in this life, I can only do this. You owe me forever."

"Okay, in this life and this life, I have always paid your debts and entangled with you!" Ling Chen kissed deeply, and his hands couldn't help drifting on her body. The two people pressed closely together, and Ling Chen's body began to heat up.

Every time he hugged her, he wanted her. This makes him crazy.

Lan Ling pushed him away, and said shyly: "You are almost dead and you still think about that..."

He smiled lowly and wickedly: "What am I thinking about?"

Lan Ling was embarrassed and annoyed, his face turned to a normal level.

He raised his head, sighed, and held her hand tightly, "I know you must blame me in your heart, Wen Heng has harmed you so many times, you even pleaded for her, and I still kept her."

Lanling paused and said softly: "I want to avenge them in my dreams, but I know her weight in your heart. Also, I don't want to make King Rui and Lei Ze have a grudge against you because of this. They are sincere. People who treat you well."

"You thought of this..." His hand gently stroked her back, his heart tightening.

This is what makes Lan Ling different from other women. She always thinks about him, even if she is wronged.

"More importantly, Wen Heng is pregnant with your child. I will never harm your child. I think Qiaochun and the others will forgive me." Lan Ling's nose was astringent, and he leaned into his arms, tears gradually wetting. His clothes.

Speaking of this, Ling Chen paused slightly, but his eyes showed a cold light.

"My child," he repeated.

Lan Ling continued, "I know I'm sorry for them. I have seven lives. I can hardly sleep at night. Every time I go to bed, I am afraid of dreaming of them. I can't even face those living people. But, you even fan. The stars are all released? Why?"

Ling Chen's heart twitched fiercely, and the pain hit, "Fan Xing and Wen Heng mean the same to me. In short, I owe you..."

Lan Ling lay flat, leaving Ling Chen's embrace, "The important person in your heart is human, isn't it?"

Ling Chen was speechless, here in Lan Ling, he had nothing to say.

Lan Ling continued: "You killed a lot of people, it's compensation, but those people are not the mastermind. They are just poor slaves, they are only carrying out the master's orders, although they are guilty, but the sin will not die! There will be retribution in doing so. of!"

Ling Chen was sad, Lan Ling always understood the thoughts in his heart, he was indeed compensating her, but also to make himself feel at ease.

"I'm not afraid of retribution. If there is retribution, retribution will be on my body." Ling Chen held her hand and held it.

"Ling'er, sometimes it's not like you think. I am the emperor and have my own ideas. For example, Guan Yue's palace needs a blood change, and Wen Heng's palace also needs..."

Lan Ling shivered, "Then what about my palace? Did Wen Heng ask Fan Xing to set the fire to your liking?"

Ling Chen paused, suddenly raised her chin and kissed it roughly. The thick kiss started to walk around her neck and shoulders.

Lan Ling resisted, but he applied more strength and kissed her foolishly, wishing to rub her into his body.

"Ling'er, you have never been harmful, how could I guard you. I am only with you. I can put down all the masks and give you my back without reservation. What I fear most is actually You and I have a rift."

"What about Wen Heng?"

Ling Chen closed his eyes in voice, "Wen Heng."

"Wen Heng, she is a part of me that I cannot give up. She always says that I have changed, but she may not know that she is not the same Wen Heng before. The love in her mouth suffocates me..." Ling Chen The voice was dull and painful.

Lan Ling looked at him, and his heart moved: "If you really feel that you owe me, Lan Ling also begs you."

"Go ahead, I will definitely agree."

Lan Ling pondered for a moment, "If one day, you and my father meet on the battlefield, can you save him?"

Ling Chen nodded, "Okay, I promise you. After all, he is your father. He has always been loyal to Ling Feng and has never changed his mind. Unlike some officials, he has turned his head to the wind."

"You agreed? Thank you. My father has been running around all his life. If he doesn't die, I promise to send him far away, away from the court, away from disputes, and I will definitely not cause you trouble..." Lan Ling said excitedly.

Ling Chen smiled, "He doesn't actually threaten me anymore. During this period of time, too much has happened in the palace. In a few days, I will let Bai Shaoting and Yu Rong get married, and I will be unlucky." Ling Chen held Lan. Spiritual hair.

"The emperor is really forgetful." Lan Ling gave him a white look.

"What do you mean?" Ling Chen pinched Lan Ling's chin.

"Two months ago, the palace just held a grand wedding ceremony, and Jiaofang's favorite, the whole harem, Chaotang doesn't know which one." Lan Ling sneered.

Ling Chen closed his eyes and lay down, "You can always anger me!"

He thought about turning and looking at her: "Do you want it?"

"What do you want?" Lan Ling asked.

"Those, the so-called favorite of Jiaofang, a wedding gift. I know that when you and I got married, I wronged you."

Lan Ling shook his head, "I don't want it. I can't bear it either, I just want to be in love with each other!"

"You can afford it. If you can't afford it, who else can afford it?" Ling Chen held her hand tightly.

"Okay, let's not talk about it. I stewed the soup, you drink some, it's a midnight snack." Lan Ling begged for peace.

Ling Chen readily agreed.

He was like a coquettish child at this time, opening his mouth when eating, and reaching out for clothes, half leaning on the mat, waiting for Lan Ling to feed him.

"You can live in Linhua Hall in the past few days. I will criticize you in Linhua Hall. You will stay with me."

"No. I'm afraid that being scolded as a vixen will become a disaster to disturb the emperor's mind," Lan Ling refused.

"Do you still have something to fear?" Ling Chen's mouth raised.

"Of course, Lan Ling is afraid of everything. Anyone here can kill me."

Ling Chen stretched out his hand and hugged her, "I will be here in the future, who dares to kill you!"

"The emperor coaxed me again, I always have a feeling that I will die in your hands." Lan Ling said with a smile.

Ling Chen grabbed her hands and shook her chest, "If you don't worry, I will give you a gold medal to avoid death."