The vicious villain is in luck again

There was a chill in that hand, and Lonicera's hair stood on end for a moment, and she trembled uncontrollably.

"Who are you.

Just as she was about to open her mouth, she felt a pain in her neck, something pierced her neck, and she couldn't open her mouth.

Looking down, half of the silver needle glowed with a cold luster in the moonlight.

"If you don't want half of your body to be paralyzed, just come with me."

The man's breath was also cold, and Lonicera nodded slightly in fear.

The hand grabbed her backwards, and she could only retreat backwards.

After retreating to a corner, the strength on Lonicera's shoulders disappeared, and the silver needle on his neck was pulled out neatly.

The feeling of the silver needles coming into contact with the skin made Lonicera tremble again.

She covered her neck and turned away.

Under the moonlit night, Ji Qinghan's posture was free and easy, and his crescent-white robe made him tall and tall, making him feel a bit like a fairy.

Lonicera was stunned for a moment.

Ji Qinghan has always been a good-looking person, but she has been with Luo Anran all year round, and most of the times she has seen him are haggard and tortured by Luo Anran, so she naturally ignores his face.

Now he has handsome features, is self-possessed and noble, how can he look like a down-and-out proton?

It will only make people admire what a cool and gentle young man he is.

Ji Qinghan lowered his eyelids and looked at her.

Their eyes met, Lonicera immediately looked away as if being pricked by a needle.

There was an indifferent expression on the other person's face, and her clear eyes looked like they were staring at thousands of years of snow, making her shiver with the cold.

Terrible, terrible.

"What about that, Proton? No, Shaojun, what can I do for you?"

Lonicera wished she could give her suddenly stupid mouth a slap in the face.

Ji Qinghan took something out of his sleeve, raised his hand and threw it towards Lonicera.

She hurriedly caught it and found that it was her lotus hairpin. She immediately touched her head and found that it was gone.

"The ice heavy flower lotus is unique to the Ning Kingdom, and this type of lotus pattern is only allowed to be used by the royal family of the Ning Kingdom."

Ji Qinghan's voice was as cold as a cold pond, "What is your status in Ningguo?"

Lonicera eyes widened, she was discovered now?

Ji Qinghan’s eyes are too poisonous.

She dared to wear it out because most people, even Luo Anran, could not recognize the meaning of this hairpin.

Ji Qinghan saw through Lonicera's thoughts at a glance and said coolly, "Stupid."

Lonicera was slapped on the head and face. He dared not speak out in anger, so he could only whisper: "Eighth Prince, I am Zhao Ganyan."

Ji Qinghan was a little surprised at this, "The little daughter of Wang Zhao Tianmeng."

Lonicera nodded proudly, now it was time for him to take a high look at her.

"No wonder Zhao Tianmeng claimed that his little daughter was weak and resting in the temple. It turned out that she was not in Ningguo at all."

Ji Qinghan sneered, "He is actually willing to let his own flesh and blood relatives come to Yingguo to work for him."

Seeing the mocking look on his face, Lonicera hurriedly explained, "It has nothing to do with my father, I came here voluntarily."

He put his hands behind his back, "Reason."

"Because I don't..."

Part of the memory in his mind revived, and Lonicera, who spoke without thinking, immediately shut up.

She lowered her head guiltily.

Hahahaha, why did you sneak to Yingguo? It has something to do with Ji Qinghan.

I remember when she was fourteen years old, she wanted to marry a good and upright man in the future.

However, her father, faced with many suitors, looked down upon them all.

Even if he didn't like him, he actually favored the eighth prince Ji Qinghan, and had been planning to wait for her and the hairpin queen to request a decree for the two of them to marry.

Although Lonicera never leaves the house, she is very familiar with the news about each man.

She had never met Ji Qinghan, but she knew that Ji Qinghan was born to a little palace maid who was favored by the emperor on a whim. He was not recognized until he was eight years old, and he was still born with no pulse and could not practice martial arts.

Although he has the title of prince, he does not have the status and dignity that a prince should have.

What's more important is that this man was only nine years old and a little kid.

It was completely different from the ideal husband she had imagined.

Seeing that she was about to get her haircut, her father knew her resistance and locked her in the room.

So Lonicera did the most daring and outrageous thing in her life.

She collected a lot of things from home and ran away from home.

In order to prevent being caught by her father, she specially planned a route and ran towards Yingguo.

She had read too many story books since childhood and had longed for the world of martial arts, so she just took this opportunity to make a splash.

Lonicera feels that she is really a clever little guy.

It's just that the development of things later was a bit beyond her expectation...

Damn, it’s hard to look back on the past.

Liandong sighed in his heart and said weakly: "Because I don't want to eat Ningguo's rice in vain, and I also want to make some contributions to Ningguo like my father."

Ji Qinghan's expression was unclear, and he couldn't tell whether he believed it or not.

Ling Dong thought about how he would have to say something to remedy the situation now that his identity had been discovered. He wondered if his father had said anything to the eighth prince, or if he held any grudge in his heart.

It's all your own fault.

She cried silently in her heart and said flatteringly: "If the Eighth Prince needs me for anything, I will go all out and spare no effort."

Ji Qinghan didn't look at her and just said: "I want you to help me return to China."

Lonicera immediately patted her chest and said, "No problem."

After returning Lonicera, Ji Qinghan walked slowly to the door of An Ran's room.

The room was dark and there was no movement at all.

He stared at it for a while, then turned and left.

"Princess, are you awake?"

Nian Qiu asked several times before waking up An Ran, who was sleeping soundly.

She was sleepy and stretched comfortably.

"Since I came to this little world, I have never slept so deeply."

Tiandao, who had just woken up at her feet, also agreed, "Yes, I had the best sleep yesterday."

"Maybe it's because I was so tired the past few days."

"Princess, can the slave come in?"

An Ran lifted the quilt and got out of bed, walked to the table and poured a glass of water, sipping it while opening the door for Nian Qiu.

Nianqiu wetted her hands and face and gently cleaned her hands and face, then took out the red and white clothes and helped An Ran put them on.

After actually putting it on, An Ran realized that this outfit was more like casual clothes than palace clothes.

The narrow-sleeved long skirt is slim-fitting and fits the waist, making the whole person look extremely upright and energetic. A silver ribbon around the waist is gently curled into the dark red gauze, making this calm color become lighter and more agile.

point.

Nianqiu carefully combed An Ran's thick, black and smooth long hair.

"What would the princess like to dress up for today?"

An Ran handed her the vine-like wooden hairpin, "Just put this one in."

Nianqiu skillfully picked up a handful of hair and fixed it with a wooden hairpin.

Her lips lightly pressed against the red paper, making them plump and rosy as if dipped in peach juice. An Ran waited until Nianqiu finished applying the peach blossom makeup on her, and then carefully looked at herself in the bronze mirror.

"The princess is so beautiful." Nian Qiu praised her sincerely.

An Ran smiled and turned the bronze mirror upside down on the table, "He just looks like an ordinary person."

But I still feel a little happy in my heart.

Who doesn't like to be praised?

She took a few steps out of the room, bathed in the sunshine, and took a circle happily and comfortably.

The skirt of the skirt was flying and the red gauze was blooming, like the buds slowly blooming on the branches, her whole body was shining.

Ji Qinghan leaned against the pillars of the side hall and saw the scene of An Ran spinning in circles.

He had a thought in his mind.

Even though An Ran's appearance was not that outstanding, even though he had seen many beauties, he couldn't help but be attracted by the freedom and joy she exuded at this moment.

"Female Goose, Ji Qinghan is looking at you."

"Yeah?"

An Ran's eyes wandered around, and when he saw a white shadow, he turned to him naturally and raised his lips with a smile.

Her face is delicate with peach blossom make-up, her hair is full of ink, and she wears a red and white dress, which gives her an indescribable charm.

Ji Qinghan turned away and couldn't help but think of the pink palace dress An Ran changed into for him the next day.

That palace dress would definitely fit her perfectly.

An Ran walked over briskly, folding his hands on his chest, "Today is my princess's birthday, and I don't have time to help you change your clothes for the time being. Young Master, don't be too disappointed."

Still so bad taste.

Ji Qinghan, who has experienced many battles, is indifferent to such words.

Seeing his calm face, An Ran felt a little uncomfortable.

Ji Qinghan's skills have improved. A while ago, when he heard this, he would have clenched his fists in anger.

Maybe it's because I didn't change his clothes.

An Ran shrugged in his mind, hoping that he could be so calm in the future.

She was a few steps away from him, leaned out, and blinked smartly, "What gift are you planning to give me, the princess?"

Gift?

Ji Qinghan turned to look at her, "Princess Princess, are you embarrassed to ask me for a gift?"

What's so embarrassing about this?

An Ran tapped her chin with her finger, "Young Master won't give it to me, so I have no choice but to take it myself."

Her confident tone was really off-putting.

The astonishment at that time disappeared, and Ji Qinghan's somewhat warm eyes gradually turned cold.

Nian Qiu came over at the right time.

"Princess, Concubine Zhao is here."

An Ran nodded, "Okay, let's go."

She ignored Ji Qinghan's expression behind her and left with Nian Qiu.

The oncoming concubine Zhao Guifei is as beautiful as a peach and plum, and her manners are myriad.

"Aunt Zhao~~~"

An Ran hugged her and buried her in Concubine Zhao's arms, "Why haven't you come to see me these two months? I miss you so much."

Concubine Zhao followed her back, "Good boy, it's Aunt Zhao's fault. She has neglected you during this time."

She pulled An Ran into the room.

With a wave of his hand, a palace attendant next to him eagerly brought something to him.

"Xiao Ran, take a look and see if you like it."

An Ran raised her head and saw two large boxes and a small box on the table.

She opened them one by one, and in the first two large boxes were a set of dresses and matching jewelry.

There is a silver dagger in the third small box.

"This Bingtilian dress was made from the materials selected by the empress herself and sewn stitch by stitch."

"The head, face and dagger were also polished by the empress's hands without any trouble."

"My queen was still pestering me two months ago..."

"Li Yang." Concubine Zhao glanced at the personal maid next to her, "I want you to talk more."

Turning her head, she took An Ran's hand again and softened her tone, "I know you like to use whips, but it's always good to have a few more handy weapons."

"This dagger is small and exquisite, making it easy for you to carry around."

An Ran touched these things and could tell at a glance that Concubine Zhao had put her heart into them.

She picked up the dagger and smiled at Concubine Zhao, "Thank you, Aunt Zhao, I like it very much."

Nian Qiu came again to report, "Princess Princess, Imperial Concubine, the Emperor is here."

The emperor is here, it’s the first time I’ve seen him in this small world.

An Ran straightened her clothes and was about to go out to greet him.

You might as well have your hand held by someone.

"Li Yang, you and Nianqiu go and send him away."

Concubine Zhao's tone was cold, revealing a hint of impatience.

She turned around and saw that Concubine Zhao had a cold look on her face.

"Who cares about that bitch man?"