Villainess Wants To Turn Over A New Leaf: 86|【86】

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The floral scent of late spring seems to be strong on the nose.

She stared at the unparalleled face in a daze, as if she had knocked over the condiment bottle in her heart. She couldn't say what it was like for a while.

His facial features are a little tougher than before, and there is a night sky hidden in his eyes, dark and deep, except for a little smile, no other emotions can be seen. Those terrible rumors surrounding him made her 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 was still leaning slightly, her expression unchanged, she just asked her in doubt: "What is the princess afraid of?"

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

Song Jinglan smiled, stretched out a hand and took out a box from her arms and handed it to her: "It's two days late, it should not be too late. Princess, happy birthday."

Lin Feilu's pupils dilated, staring at the box for a long time, then slowly took it and opened it.

In the box is a small jade sculpture.

A long time ago, she also received a small lifelike wood sculpture from him.

At that time, she said that wood rotten jade is immortal. Your Royal Highness will have money in the future, so let me carve a jade.

Now, 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 then questioned: "His Royal Highness took the risk and came here all the way to give me a birthday gift?"

Song Jinglan nodded.

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

His tone was light and casual, as if he had just done an irrelevant thing, "He wants to marry you, of course he wants to kill."

Lin Feilu looked at him incredulously, unable to speak for a long time.

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

Lin Feilu choked, still speaking.

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

He gently squeezed the back of her neck with his fingers, as if smiling, and as if there was no emotion: "The princess can't bear him to die?"

Lin Feilu smelled the faint scent of coldness on his body, and, okay, he reached out and pushed him out.

Song Jinglan Yiyan released her strength, causing her to gasp, but put her hand on the back of her neck, as if she was hugging, and looked down at her.

Lin Feilu's heart beat so fast, she was shocked by such a strange and perverted little pretty. But it is very contradictory that she is not afraid of him, and she knows very well in her heart that he will never hurt her.

She put her two small hands on his chest, leaned back, and looked at him with her cold eyes when she half-tilted her head to look at him.

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

He smiled: "Which?"

She said: "Don't kill people randomly."

Song Jinglan looked at her for a while, and the corners of his lips smiled deeper. He lowered his head slightly, and his forehead almost touched her forehead, but he didn't actually stick it, and asked in a negotiated voice: "The princess does not want to I kill him, should I know what I want to do?"

The first time they got so close together, she could touch his chin with her lips as soon as she raised her head.

Lin Feilu froze and did not dare to move, feeling that the whole person was surrounded by his breath, and every sense organ in his body was magnified. He still pinched the back of her neck with his fingers, rubbing gently, like an electric shock. The same, her scalp was numb.

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

He laughed over her head and slowly let go of his hand.

Lin Feilu blushed and panted. He had never felt that his heart was beating so fast.

She understood that there was something in his words.

She wanted to say, then if I don’t marry him, I always want to marry other people. Do you want to kill? Can I only marry you?

But she dare not ask.

She knew that once she asked, he would give her a positive answer. But she was not sure whether she could do it, there were too many unknowns ahead, and she didn't want to completely fix her future overnight.

Fortunately, Song Jinglan did not force her.

He retracted his hand and stepped back. The black hair tied behind him was picked up by the night wind and turned back into a gentle and moist son.

Lin Feilu sighed involuntarily.

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

Lin Feilu glanced at him, a little depressed: "It's nothing, I just think that my queen prize should be passed to you."

Song Jinglan raised his eyebrows.

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

Song Jinglan smiled: "Yeah."

Lin Feilu: "...Kill many courtiers? Imprisoned the prince?"

Song Jinglan lowered his head and brushed his cuffs: "Yeah."

Lin Feilu stopped talking.

He lifted his eyes and looked over, and said with a low smile: "I told you before that the road to a protagonist 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, and squeezed her soft earlobe.

Lin Feilu shook her body and tried to avoid her. His fingers were supporting her cheeks, and the thumbs of his thumbs slowly passed under her eyelids, leaning over to her ears, and said softly, "Princess , Don’t be afraid of me. Otherwise I will be sad."

Lin Feilu stretched her body, and answered a soft "um" from the tip of her 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 bed."

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

He said: "I should go."

For such a short meeting, I don’t know how long it took him to arrange the time.

Lin Feilu's eyes suddenly filled with sourness. The reluctant emotion made her a little flustered. She didn't like this emotion that she couldn't control. So quickly backed up two steps and waved to him: "Good trip!"

Song Jinglan's eyes changed several times, but at last he just smiled and nodded: "Okay, the princess also takes care."

He turned and left, took two steps, then turned around again.

Lin Feilu originally looked at him eagerly, and when he saw him turning around, he closed the window with a snap.

Outside the window, Song Jinglan laughed silently.

I don't know how long it took before that closed window slowly opened again in the dark. Except for the night breeze and the fragrance of flowers, nothing left. Lin Feilu pressed her heart with a sense of sorrow, and then completely closed the window and crawled back to bed to sleep.

Until she lay back on the bed, her breathing gradually calmed down, and the figure hidden behind the branches of the wall finally left.

……

The next day, the General's Mansion and the Sixteenth Guards began to search the assassin who committed the attack in the wine shop last night, and naturally nothing was found.

Fortunately, Xi Xingjiang was only skin wounded and healed after a while. The assassin had no clues, and he wanted to continue his military affairs. As time passed, the matter could only be put on hold.

Lin Feilu was dull for a while, and quickly adjusted his mentality, and began to happily enjoy his solitary life outside the palace. After the summer, one of the things that attracted the most attention in Beijing was the marriage of the four princes, His Royal Highness King Jing, and Zuodu Yushi's prostitute Mu Tingyun.

Lin Jingyuan worked hard for so long, and tried all kinds of ways, but in the end he couldn't return the marriage.

The day before he got married, he was drinking in Lin Feilu’s mansion while crying in tears: "After we get married, I will take a hundred concubines and make her angry!"

Lin Feilu: "…………"

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

The next day, Lin Jingyuan, who was suffering from a hangover and had a headache, put on the bridegroom's wedding dress and married with a wooden face. Lin Feilu watched by the side when visiting the hall. Feng Guanxia's bride was petite, and when she stood beside Lin Jingyuan, she only reached his chest.

Lin Feilu had a lot of his own affairs during this period, and did not find a chance to peek at what his fourth sister-in-law looked like. However, this figure is not like the tigress Lin Jingyuan said before. Many people in the royal family are involuntarily. 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 big as the prince’s wedding, the ostentation was big enough, and the King’s Mansion was noisy until the evening before finally quieting down.

The Yongan Princess Mansion is the closest to Jingwang Mansion. Lin Feilu stayed here. When the guests were gone, Lin Jingyuan, who was drunk and hugged the stone pillars in the courtyard, refused to come down, saying that he would hang the bride overnight.

Lin Feilu is really angry and funny. After pulling people off the stone pillars, knowing that he eats soft or hard, he can only coax: "Brother Jingyuan, can't you listen to Xiaolu?"

Lin Jingyuan snorted and turned away.

Lin Feilu asked: "If I married my husband, but my husband abandons me on the wedding night, will Brother Jingyuan be angry?"

Lin Jingyuan immediately roared: "I killed him!"

Lin Feilu pulled his cuffs and said bitterly: "Since you are like this, the sister-in-law's family should be angry and sad when they heard of this. Even if you are not happy, the marriage is now complete, so why embarrass the sister-in-law ? Your marriage is not the master, is she the master? She is the same as you, but it’s just the end of the world."

Lin Jingyuan was stunned by her.

Lin Feilu led him to the new house, and said: "Even if you don't like her, you shouldn't leave her out on the wedding night and tell the people in Beijing to read the joke. She is now the princess Jing, someone else To laugh at her is not to laugh at you?"

In the middle of talking, people have already walked to the courtyard gate.

Lin Feilu released his hand and made a small cheering fist at him: "Brother Jingyuan, come on, go!"

Then Lin Jingyuan walked in confusedly.

He had been arguing for so long that the maid-in-law in the room had long since retired, leaving only the bride sitting stiffly on the side of the bed. There was a pair of tall wedding candles burning in the room, a wedding scale was placed on the wedding tray, and a full Hebu wine beside it.

Lin Jingyuan was a little dizzy after drinking too much wine. After looking at the figure on the bed at the door for a while, he staggered and walked over.

When the bride heard the sound of footsteps, she lowered her head unconsciously, and drew back on her toes.

Lin Jingyuan walked up to her, did not take the hi-scale, and directly lifted the hijab with a hand.

Under the red hijab is a particularly delicate face.

She didn't seem to expect that the hijab would be uncovered so quickly, she stared at her husband in front of her, her big eyes reflected the light of two candles, and she was full of water.

Lin Jingyuan also stared at her in a daze.

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

Lin Jingyuan: "!!!"

Ah! It's a soft girl! ! !