Lan Ling finally got up. opened the door.
"Ma'am, I sent someone to deliver breakfast." Cui Hong saw Lan Ling and said with a smile.
"Oh, eat it," Cui Hong was stunned.
"Wait for me to wash up," Lan Ling glanced at her.
"Madam, it's not good for you to behave like this." Cui Hong finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"I know you're gone, I'm going crazy, and I'm really good to you. As a woman, what else do you want?"
"Well, it's a bit silly. I regard him as my husband. But I can't do like them. I can't share a man with others. I give my heart and hope that he will only treat me well .”
"If you're like this, you'll vomit to death. Which of those wealthy families has three wives and four concubines?" Cui Hong looked at Lan Ling in surprise.
"You said a man can love many women at the same time? Why can't women?" Lan Ling was annoyed.
Cui Hong was combing Lan Ling's hair when the comb fell to the ground with a "snap".
Lan Ling leaned over to pick it up and handed it to the back.
Her hair hurt a little from being pulled, "Slow down, what's wrong today, your hands are so heavy."
There was a faint smell of green sandalwood around her, Lan Ling suddenly turned around, and Ling Chen was standing behind her, combing her hair.
"Why are you!" Lan Ling said coldly.
"A man will not fall in love with several women at the same time. As a prince, marriage is never what he said. Even, he dare not love anyone, because loving the wrong person will harm her." Ling Chen said in a deep voice.
"Like Wen Heng?" Lan Ling turned to ask him.
"Don't move, how is your injury?" Ling Chen didn't answer.
"I can't die."
"Have you eaten the breakfast that was delivered this morning?"
"The girl ate."
"You! I did it myself!" Ling Chen's face darkened.
Cuihong stuck out her tongue and walked out.
"It's snowing outside." Ling Chen put a hairpin on her.
"I'm not blind!"
"You can't talk to this king properly!"
"No. I don't want to talk to you."
"You're like a hedgehog." Ling Chen suddenly hugged her and gently placed her on the chair.
"They went hunting on the mountain above, how about I accompany you today, only you."
"What about her?" Lan Ling looked up and asked him.
"Followed."
She looked up at him, anger still in her eyes.
He took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. She struggled, "You have so many women, you go find them!"
She was picked up roughly by him, and he spread her legs in a shameful position, straddling his lap.
She opened her eyes in horror, but fell into his violent eyes.
"Lan Ling, you have been challenging my bottom line. You make me want to stop, but you deliberately alienate me! You are playing hard to get, aren't you? Are you!" Chen Chen's eyes were messy and dark.
"It's you, it's you..." Before Lan Ling could see what the darkness in his eyes was, he had already kissed her neck.
Without the tenderness and affection just now, there was only sucking kisses like venting, and he lifted her tube top with his hands, and poked into her skin.
The calluses on her fingertips were sharpened slightly, but her skin sank in that force.
She likes him. She even trembled shamelessly around his neck.
"Ling Chen, do you like me?" She asked in a whisper.
Ling Chen's deeper kiss touched her lips.
"I think you like me a little bit, but why don't you want me to like you?" Lan Ling was unwilling.
His anger became heavier, and he bullied her like a punishment.
Lan Ling's heart suddenly softened.
"I just don't want to be greedy for things that don't belong to me. Happy things are always short-lived, aren't they?" Ling Chen said in a low voice.
He finally lifted his head from her.
"Don't you want to have it because you are afraid of losing it?" Lan Ling stroked his tall nose gently.
Ling Chen looked down at her, if one day he killed her whole family and her father, would she still treat him like this? After all, she is Lan Sedum's daughter.
The duel between him and King Ning will begin soon.
So the happiness she gave him was all self-deception
But he still couldn't help coming to her. He even took Wen Heng's favor and asked her to go hunting with them.
Ling Chen let her down, "Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, we will rush back to Yuncheng on the first day of the first lunar month."
"So fast?"
"There are too many things going on in Yuncheng, and this king can't be out for too long. Let's go, let's go out and buy some things for the New Year."
Lan Ling got up immediately, "Look, I cut the window grilles." Lan Ling showed Ling Chen the red window grilles.
"Why do you have so many things, your temper doesn't seem like you will do this." Ling Chen smiled.
"Lan Ling has no prospects since she was a child. She just wants to be a good wife and mother. It's a pity..."
"The insoles you made fit your feet very well and are comfortable. If you have time, make a few more pairs for me." Ling Chen took her hand.
"Let's go, I'll make candied haws for you. Your injury isn't healed, just watch me make it." Ling Chen carried Lan Ling to the small kitchen.
Cui Hong's embarrassing face turned red to her ears.
Ling Chen found a stool for her, and put a cloak on her.
"Just sit like this and don't move!"
He crushed the rock sugar, poured it into the pot, watched them slowly melt, put red fruits and soft dates in it, evenly coated the syrup, and placed it on the iron grate next to it.
Lan Ling couldn't hold back his hunger, so he reached out to grab it, but he slapped him, "It's too hot, wait for a while."
Lan Ling didn't listen, picked it up in his hand and blew.
He looked back at her, what was the light in his eyes? Lan Ling looked at it carefully, is it pampering
Put the candied haws in your mouth, they are sweet and crunchy, and slightly sour. Just to her liking.
Ling Chen made a lot and asked Cui Hong to carry it outside to dry.
Cui Hong looked at Lan Ling in surprise and envy. The prince cooked food for her himself. The relationship between this lady and him is really unmatched by others.
Ling Chen took the last piece of candied haws out of the pan and gave it to Lan Ling.
Seeing Lan Ling shaking his head while eating, he couldn't help stepping up to grab the same candied haws with her.
He rubbed his nose against Lan Ling's, and couldn't help feeling distracted.
"Ling Chen, I heard that you also raised many women in Yixiangyuan, and all the women you found were suffering from heart disease, why?"
Ling Chen was snuggling his face into her blue hair, when suddenly she asked this question, frowning at her: "You like spoiling the scenery so much?"
"It's just that this question has troubled me for a long time, and I dare to ask it today."
He tucked the cloak for her, "I used to have the same dream. My woman is suffering from heart disease." Ling Chen whispered.
"Dream?"
"Yes, it's the same dream. I haven't had it again recently."
Ling Chen got up and looked at the heavy snow outside, in fact his dream was very long. The woman in the dream is called Qingyun.
It's his wife, but he never looks at her because he likes another concubine named Ruiyu, who is Qingyun's half-sister.
Qingyun will make meals for him every day for him to eat, but he has never been there.
One day, he walked by the gate of her palace and smelled a very fragrant smell. He walked in and just took the chopsticks when Ruiyu's girl came to him, and he left in a hurry, telling her to wait for him when he left. .
But he never went back. I heard that Qingyun waited for him until late at night, and then fell ill.
When he went to see her, she was already dying. The doctor couldn't find out what kind of disease she was suffering from, and only said that she died of heart. She begged him to carve her another small gourd with the word "冷" engraved on it. She said that the previous gourd was lost.
She recalled many times when they were young together, some of which only the two of them knew.
He suddenly realized that it was not Ruiyu but Qingyun who accompanied him through those dark days when he was young.
Later he found out that the little gourd hanging around Ruiyu's neck that he carved with his own hands when he was a child was actually Qingyun's. Ruiyu stole Qingyun's gourd.
He abandoned Ruiyu, but never found Qingyun again. When he was thinking and regretting, a Taoist told him that Qingyun was a woman with a heart disease who was obsessed with rebirth.