Villainess Wants To Turn Over A New Leaf

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The fragrance of late spring flowers seems to be thick on the nose.

She stared blankly at the unparalleled face, as if she had knocked over a seasoning bottle, and she couldn't tell what it was like for a while.

His facial features were tougher than before, his eyes seemed to be hiding a night sky, dark and deep, except for a little smile, he couldn't see any other emotions. The terrifying rumors surrounding him made her involuntarily 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 over slightly, her expression unchanged, she just asked her suspiciously, "What is the princess afraid of?"

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

Song Jinglan smiled, reached out and took out a box from her arms and handed it to her: "It's not too late for two days. Happy birthday, princess."

Lin Feilu's pupils dilated, stared at the box for a long time, and then slowly took it over 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, Mu Xiyu is immortal, His Royal Highness will be rich in the future, please carve me a jade one.

Now, it was finally delivered to her.

She held the little jade man in her hand and looked at him for a long time, and finally raised her eyes to look at him, and asked, "Is Your Highness risking thousands of miles to come here just to give me a birthday present?"

Song Jinglan nodded.

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

His tone was light and casual, as if he just did an unimportant thing, "If he wants to marry you, of course he wants to kill him."

Lin Feilu looked at him in disbelief, speechless for a long time.

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

Lin Feilu choked, but still didn't speak.

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

He gently squeezed the back of her neck with his fingers, as if he was laughing, but also seemed to have no emotions: "The princess is reluctant to let him die?"

Lin Feilu smelled the faint cold fragrance on his body, and with two murmurs, he reached out and pushed him out.

Song Jinglan released her strength according to her words, making her gasp for breath, but she put her hands behind her neck, like a hug, and looked down at her.

Lin Feilu's heart was beating so fast, she was frightened by such a strange and perverted little beauty. But paradoxically, she was not afraid of him, and she knew very well that he would never hurt her.

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

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

He smiled: "What?"

"Don't kill people," she said.

Song Jinglan looked at her for a while, and the smile on his lips deepened. He lowered his head slightly, and his forehead was almost pressed against hers, but he didn't really put it on, and asked softly in a negotiating tone, "Princess doesn't want me to kill him. , you should know what to do, right?"

It was the first time they were so close together that her lips could touch his chin as soon as she looked up. Lin Feilu froze and didn't dare to move. He felt that his whole body was surrounded by his breath, and every sense in his body was magnified. The scalp was numb.

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

He smiled over her head and slowly let go.

Lin Feilu blushed and panted, never feeling that his heart beat so fast.

She understood that there was something in his words.

She wanted to say, then if I don't marry him, I will always marry someone else. Are you going to kill him? 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 wasn't sure if she could do it, there were too many unknowns ahead, and she didn't want to completely decide her future overnight.

Fortunately, Song Jinglan didn't force her.

He withdrew his hand and stepped back a little, the black hair tied behind him was picked up by the night wind and turned back to a gentle and jade-like gentleman.

Lin Feilu sighed involuntarily.

He smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lin Feilu glanced at him and was a little depressed: "It's nothing, I just think my actress award should be handed over to you."

Song Jinglan raised an eyebrow.

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

Song Jinglan smiled: "Well."

Lin Feilu: "...and killed a lot of courtiers? Imprisoned the prince?"

Song Jinglan lowered her head and brushed her cuffs: "Yes."

Lin Feilu stopped talking.

He looked up and said with a low smile, "I told you before that the road to succession 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, reaching out and pinching her soft earlobe.

Lin Feilu shivered, turning his head to avoid it,

With his fingers on her cheek, his thumb slipped slowly under her eyelids, leaning over to her ear, and said warmly, "Princess, don't be afraid of me. Otherwise I will be very sad."

Lin Feilu stretched 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, smiled and said, "It's late at night, go to sleep."

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

"It's time for me to go," he said.

Such a short meeting, I don't know how long it took him to set up the time.

A touch of sourness suddenly appeared in Lin Feilu's eyes. The reluctance to bear made her a little flustered. She didn't like this kind of emotion that she couldn't control. So I quickly took two steps back and waved to him: "Good luck!"

Song Jinglan's eyes changed several times, and finally she just nodded with a smile: "Okay, the princess should also take care."

He turned away, took two steps, and turned around again.

Lin Feilu was still looking at his back, but when he saw him looking back, he closed the window with a snap.

Outside the window, Song Jinglan laughed silently.

I don't know how long it took before the closed window slowly opened again in the darkness. Except for the night wind and the fragrance of flowers, there is nothing left. Lin Feilu pressed his heart down, and then completely closed the window and climbed back to bed to sleep.

It wasn't until she lay back on the bed, her breathing gradually calmed down, that the figure hidden behind the branches of the wall finally left.

...

The next day, the General's Mansion and the Sixteen Guards began to search for the assassin who committed the murder in the wine shop last night, but of course they found nothing. Fortunately, Xi Xingjiang was just a flesh wound, and it healed after a while. The assassin has no clue, and he has to continue to perform military affairs. As time passes, this matter can only be put on hold.

Lin Feilu was dull for a while, but quickly adjusted his mentality and began to happily enjoy his solitary life outside the palace. After the beginning of summer, one of the things that attracted the most attention in Beijing was the marriage of the fourth prince, His Royal Highness King King Jing, and Tingyun, the daughter of the imperial censor of Zuodu.

Lin Jingyuan worked hard for so long, tried all kinds of ways, but in the end he was unable to withdraw from the marriage.

The day before the wedding, he drank in Lin Feilu's mansion and burst into tears: "After I get married, I will take a hundred concubines, mad at her!"

Lin Feilu: "..."

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

The next day, Lin Jingyuan, who had a night of hangover and a splitting headache, put on the bridegroom's wedding dress and married with a blank face. During the worship, Lin Feilu watched from the side. Feng Guanxiapi's bride was petite and only reached his chest when standing beside Lin Jingyuan.

Lin Feilu had a lot of things to do during this time, and he didn't find the opportunity to peek at what his fourth sister-in-law looked like. But looking at this figure, it doesn't look like the tigress that Lin Jingyuan said before. Many people in the royal family can't help themselves. Although she regrets Lin Jingyuan's arranged marriage, she can only pray that the two can get along in harmony in the future.

Although the prince's wedding was not as good as the prince's, the pomp was big enough, and the King Jing's mansion continued to be noisy until the night before it finally quieted down.

Princess Yong'an's mansion was the closest to King Jing's mansion, and Lin Feilu stayed here. When the guests dispersed, Lin Jingyuan, who was drunk, hugged the stone pillars in the courtyard and refused to come down, saying that he would hang the bride for one night.

Lin Feilu was really angry and funny. After pulling the man off the stone pillar, he knew whether he was eating soft or hard, so he could only coax, "Brother Jing Yuan, do you listen to Xiao Lu?"

Lin Jingyuan snorted and turned his head away.

Lin Feilu asked, "If I marry my husband, but my husband abandons me on the wedding night, will Brother Jing Yuan be angry?"

Lin Jingyuan immediately roared, "I killed him!"

Lin Feilu pulled his sleeves and said bitterly: "If you are like this, then sister-in-law's family should be angry and sad when they hear about this. Even if you don't like it, but now that you are married, why embarrass your sister-in-law? Yours? If she can't be the master of the marriage, can she be the master? She's just like you, but she's a fallen person in the end of the world."

Lin Jingyuan was stunned by her.

While leading him to the new house, Lin Feilu said, "Even if you don't like her, you shouldn't neglect her on the wedding night and let the people in Beijing see the joke. She is now Princess Jing, and others laugh at her. Isn't that just laughing at you?"

While talking like this, the man had already walked to the courtyard gate.

Lin Feilu let go of his hand and gave him a small fist to cheer him up: "Brother Jing Yuan, come on, let's go!"

Then Lin Jingyuan walked in confusedly.

After he had been making trouble for so long, the wife and maid in the room had long since retired, leaving only the bride sitting cautiously by the bed. A pair of high happy candles were lit in the room, a happy scale was placed in the happy plate, and there was a full of wine beside it.

Lin Jingyuan was a little dizzy after drinking too much. He stared at the figure on the bed for a while at the door before staggering over with a blank face.

Hearing the footsteps, the bride lowered her head unconsciously, and shrank back on tiptoe.

Lin Jingyuan walked to her side, without taking the scale, he just stretched out his hand and lifted the hijab.

Under the red hijab is a particularly charming face.

She didn't seem to expect that the hijab would be lifted so quickly, and stared blankly at the husband in front of her, her big eyes lit by two o'clock candlelight, full of water.

Lin Jingyuan also stared at her blankly.

Mu Tingyun blushed when he saw him, he slowly raised his hands to cover his face, and a shy voice came softly from between his fingers: "Don't...don't look at it..."

Lin Jingyuan: "!!!"

what! It's a soft girl! ! !

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