At the same time, Ye Jiangxue was wearing a snow-white cloak, and the bright yellow wide-sleeved silk skirt was on the ground. The light pink peach petals were scattered one after another. She walked over and looked lonely.

"It seems that you are in a dilemma?" Ye Jiangxue looked at Ling Ziliang sitting on the peach blossom tree in the imperial palace, with a smile on her lips and a pale face as snow.

Hearing the sound, Ling Ziliang jumped out of the tree and walked to Ye Jiangxue.

He smiled calmly as the wind, his eyes were entangled and chaotic.

After a while, he said indifferently: "I just don't know what to promise him."

"It's very simple to agree to what a person likes." Ye Jiangxue's eyes were deep and deep. This man was her and Yan Junqing's hope.

Ling Ziliang remained silent. Meng Xian liked something obvious.

But I don’t like it, how do I get together?

Seeing Ling Ziliang not speaking, Ye Jiangxue's eyes were dark again, and her face was full of smiles: "I have rewritten the secret order... As long as you promise me and protect Yan Junqing, even if you die, I will die with peace of mind."

Ling Ziliang's body suddenly stiffened, and he suddenly raised his simple white hand and waved helplessly.

Since it's not about to die, it's not like losing a piece of meat, it really doesn't work...

After thinking about it, Ling Ziliang no longer hesitated. He wore a red dress floating like fire in the sunset, like a bright red cloud.

He teased and turned around and left: "There is nothing in this world that I can't do."

Since he boasted about Haikou, there was no reason to retreat.

When Ling Ziliang returned to the inn again, Meng Xian was able to get up.

A purple wide-sleeved silk shirt casually covered him. I don’t know if he was too thin or his clothes were too fat, but overall he gave people a feeling of weakness and thinness, which made people feel a desire to protect themselves.

At this moment, he opened the small window of the guest room dejectedly, and from here he could see the scenery on the street. The light pink peach blossoms bloomed enchantingly in every corner of the imperial capital. This place is indeed a beautiful and romantic place.

A red dress appeared in a very inconsistent manner in the picture outside the window. The sunset shone on him, forming a slender and mottled shadow behind him. The noisy crowd came and went, passing by him.

Looking at the slender and tall red shadow, Meng Xian couldn't help but hold her breath.

The surging crowd disappeared, the pavilions and towers disappeared, the noise in my ears disappeared, everything disappeared in an instant, only him, red dressed like blood, blooming with the light pink peach blossoms.

Looking closely at Ling Ziliang, Meng Xian stood still, motionless.

At the same time, Ling Ziliang, who had a vague look, also saw him. Looking around, this charming man was so charming that he charmed everyone and was so beautiful in the world.

He looked at himself stupidly, as if he was surprised and amazed.

When Ling Ziliang faced this gaze, he not only did not feel happy, but felt extremely melancholy.

It took a long time before Ling Ziliang moved his stiff steps again, walked to the inn, turned mechanically, and walked into Meng Xian's room, and felt like he was going to die.

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"Ziliang, your face is so bad. Are you in a bad mood?" Two blushing clouds flashed across Meng Xian's cheeks. Seeing him come to him on his own initiative, this feeling is really good!
Chapter completed!