Meng Yange's peach blossom eyes, which were rippling with rippling waves, looked at Lin Sishen with a trace of wings. She was originally an arrogant and casual woman, but now she had to go to the forefront and lower her figure to ask Lin Sishen, who had only met for a few times.

Lin Sishen frowned and looked at Meng Yange with pear blossoms in front of him, and sighed softly, "My father and the Ninth Prince are the presiding officers in charge of this case. The person who searched for you should be my father's subordinates. If I help you, one day the matter will be known to others, I'm afraid my father will still be affected. Meng Yange, it's not that I don't want to help you, but it's because your identity is too involved."

Lin Sishen's refusal made the light in Meng Yange's eyes dim instantly. She slowly raised her head and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Actually, I know in my heart that you won't help me, but I still come to you with hope."

After a brief thought, Lin Sishen said hesitantly: "Since your companion is injured, you can't escape from the capital. Why should you keep guarding him?

Meng Yange understood what Lin Sishen meant. She looked at Lin Sishen with a complicated expression and asked softly: "What do you mean is to let me give up on him?"

Although it was a bit cold to say this, Lin Sishen still expressed his thoughts: "When you and your companions did this, you should have been killed and born. Since you have this enlightenment, why bother to survive afterwards? It's just a burden..."

Meng Yange interrupted Lin Sishen coldly. She looked at Lin Sishen with a hint of disappointment: "I understand what you mean, but I can't do it. I can't leave my companion behind."

Lin Sishen looked at Meng Yange with a decisive expression in front of him, and his heart was complicated. Although Meng Yange seemed casual and erratic, she valued love and friendship more than her.

Meng Yange couldn't help asking Lin Sishen: "If you were really a person who cares about gains and losses, why would you save me again?"

Lin Sishen thought about it and told the truth: "I didn't know your identity at that time."

Meng Yange suddenly raised his lips and smiled, and the smile on his delicate face was a little cold and harsh: "If you knew my identity, you wouldn't have saved me at all. I'm right?"

Lin Sishen did not deny it. She just sighed lightly, and her eyes suddenly became a little confused: "Some people in this world can live as casually as you. What's more, with my identity, although it looks bright and beautiful on the surface, if you take a wrong step, you will be doomed."

Lin Sishen's words silently made Meng Yange. She was a smart woman. She knew that Lin Sishen had difficulties, but she still couldn't help but mocked: "What I hate most in my life is people like you. They have to plot against people and things step by step, and their belly is full of bad water."

Her words sounded like complaining and disgusting. Lin Sishen couldn't help but chuckled: "It's because of people like us, so people like you, like Miss Meng, look particularly rare and cute."

Meng Yange smiled faintly: "Forget it, at least you didn't call someone to arrest me. You are not that bad even if you know how to repay kindness."

Although I really couldn't help Meng Yange, Lin Sishen looked at her for a while and finally reminded her: "You can't give up on your companion, it doesn't mean others won't."

Meng Yange looked up at Lin Sishen in surprise, and then as if he had thought of something, her delicate and fair face dyed pale. She flashed and appeared in the middle of the lake in an instant. She lit the lake surface with a light toe, causing a wave, and then she jumped and disappeared in front of Lin Sishen's eyes.

Her light skills were indeed amazing, but they disappeared silently in Lin Sishen's eyes.

Meng Yange walked westward, dodged into a dark corner, avoided the soldiers searching on the street, and finally quietly came to an inn backyard and went into a pitch-black horse shed.

There were two figures in the horse shed, one sitting and the other lying down. When Meng Yange turned over, the sitting figure suddenly stood up and stared at her with complex eyes.

In the dim horse shed, the shadows could be vaguely seen through the moonlight through the gap. Meng Yange walked straight towards the small figure lying on the haystack, and called out softly: "Chi'er."

No one answered.

The man standing looked at her, then turned his head silently.

Meng Yange noticed something strange. She slowly approached and then smelled the faint smell of blood in the air. With the moonlight, she saw the pale face of the thin and tender boy on the haystack. He closed his eyes and looked peaceful, and a dagger was deeply inserted into his left atrium.

It looks like it has lost its breath.

Meng Yange clenched his fists urgently, and his body shivered uncontrollably. She looked at the standing man with red eyes and roared in a low voice: "What did you do?"

The man took a step back at a loss, his voice trembling hoarsely: "It was Chi'er who begged me to do this. He knew you would not leave him. Doing this will be good to you and me."

Meng Yange's eyes turned red. She reached out and held a scimitar in her sleeve, and approached the man step by step with a cold breath: "Is he begging you, or do you think he is a burden?"

The man felt Meng Yange's murderous intent, and he stepped back step by step, plucked up the courage and scolded: "Yange, don't be stupid. If we escape with Chi'er, we will not be able to escape at all."

Meng Yange stared at the man coldly. She seemed to have lost her mind. She lowered her eyes and murmured in a low voice: "Why did you kill him? I said I would take him home."

The man trembled and looked up at her, with a sad and desolate look. He asked softly: "Yange, do we still have a home?"

Meng Yange seemed to have never heard of it. She suddenly flew around before the man could react, and the scimitar in her hand had already pressed against the man's throat. Her voice was cold and angry, and the sharp blade pressed heavily into the skin, and a few drops of blood were oozing out: "The elder said that the people in the clan cannot kill each other. If you kill Chi'er now, I can kill you according to the clan rules."

The man slowly closed his eyes. He did not resist. He just raised his neck and whispered: "The elder knows your temperament. Before leaving, he told me that it would be enough to protect you at all costs. I can't let Chi'er drag you down. If you want to kill me and avenge him, just do it."

The blade pressing on his neck suddenly loosened, and the sound of the scimitar falling to the ground was a little harsh. The man opened his eyes suddenly, but saw that there was no one in front of him.

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Lin Sishen looked at the direction where Meng Yange left, but she didn't come back to her senses for a long time. After a long time, she suddenly lowered her eyes and sighed softly.

After staying alone in the back garden for a long time, Lin Sishen was about to leave. Only after only two steps had passed, a slight sound of footsteps suddenly came from behind. She turned around suddenly, but saw Meng Yange standing in front of her with a pale face and empty eyes.

Lin Sishen frowned and said helplessly: "Why are you again..."

Before he finished speaking, Meng Yange suddenly rushed over and rushed into Lin Sishen's arms. Lin Sishen was knocked back by her in the second half of the sentence. Not only that, she also took two steps back before stabilizing her body, and a sensation of soreness came from her body.

Meng Yange surrounded her waist with both hands, buried her head in her shoulders, and hugged her tightly without saying a word.

Lin Sishen grabbed her arm and pushed it twice without pushing it away. She looked around with a little embarrassed expression, and then asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with you?"

Meng Yange hugged in her arms without opening her mouth. Instead, her hand wrapped around her waist tightened a little, making Lin Sishen feel a little hurt.

Lin Sishen raised his hand and was about to try to push her away harder, but suddenly he felt a warm and moist water mark slipping from his neck. The raised hand slowly lowered it. She sighed quietly and whispered: "Are you okay?"

Meng Yange still said nothing, and after a long time, he said softly: "Chi'er is dead."

So that's it. Lin Sishen knew that his guess was right. Even if Meng Yange didn't do it, it didn't mean that her other companion wouldn't do it. She felt a little regretful in her heart, and then she thought about it and comforted her: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are the norm..."

Meng Yange's hand tightened her waist again and whispered to interrupt her: "Chi'er is only thirteen years old."

Lin Sishen felt that it was awkward to be held like this by her, but now he couldn't push it away. Now he could only comfort her softly: "Then he will definitely be very happy, because his sister Yan Ge is fine."

Meng Yange sniffed and let go of her, took two steps back and lowered her head, "I just suddenly wanted to find someone to hug her, don't think too much."

Lin Sishen was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and looked at the wet piece of cloth on his shoulders, smiled and shook his head, "I didn't think much."

Meng Yange pursed her lips and raised her head. Her red eyes made her look pitiful, but she still had a tough temper and replied in a cold voice: "You better not think too much, I look down on a man like you who is full of bad water."

It was clearly her who rushed up and hugged herself and cried, but after she cried, she still warned herself not to think too much. Lin Sishen spread her hands helplessly and said, "I really didn't think too much. I got married yesterday."

What's more, she is not a man either.

Meng Yange glanced at her and turned his back to her: "We are cleared."

It is true that no one owe anyone else after two clearances. Lin Sishen nodded, but finally reminded him: "Meng Yange, you should consider yourself more in everything in the future."

"Yes." Meng Yange turned around and looked at her and responded absent-mindedly, then left.

This man was really arbitrary. Lin Sishen breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head, then slowly walked back to Liuguang Pavilion.

Although it was late at night, Shen Qinghua had not stopped. When Lin Sishen pushed the door open and entered, he was still lit candles in the room, while Shen Qinghua was sitting upright in front of the desk and holding a pen and wondering what he was writing.

Lin Sishen closed the door and stood behind the door for a while. Before Shen Qinghuan could look up at him, she coughed lightly and asked, "Why haven't the princess rested yet?"

It was not until she interrupted that Chen Qinghua's hand holding the pen paused, and a drop of tiny ink fell on the white paper, and then it became smudged. Chen Qinghua raised his eyes, and his deep pupils became darker under the dim candlelight. She glanced at Lin Sishen faintly, opened her lips and said, "Waiting for you."

Lin Sishen jumped up when she heard this. She coughed lightly and walked slowly to the desk, looked at the white paper in front of Chen Qinghuan, and smiled and said, "If I don't come back, the princess will take a break, why wait for me?"

Chen Qinghua put down his pen and looked at Lin Sishen in front of him, with a cold voice: "Mr. Lin had a private meeting with the beautiful woman at night. I think he had forgotten me, the newlywed wife."

If others say this, it is probably the attitude of a resentful woman in the deep boudoir, but Chen Qinghua said that it is light and quiet.

Lin Sishen smiled calmly: "Did you see it?"

Chen Qinghua's eyes turned cold: "Mr. Lin is so blatant, isn't it just that I want to see?"

Lin Sishen did not deny that since Meng Yange entered the general's mansion, she knew that Chen Qinghua had noticed it. If she secretly reminded Meng Yange to change places, she would seem guilty.

She smiled faintly and explained Meng Yange's identity: "She is the woman who saved me in Manxianglou."

Chen Qinghuan didn't seem surprised. Her eyes fell slowly on Lin Sishen's shoulders, and then said softly: "Why are you afraid General Lin discovering a foreign woman arrested by the whole city who was arrested in the middle of the night with Mr. Lin?"

Lin Sishen shrugged and said with a relaxed look: "Her light skills are great. I'm afraid no one in the mansion except the princess noticed her coming here."

Chen Qinghua slowly stood up, she lowered her eyes and folded the white paper on the table and then put it aside, and said with a smile: "Young Master Lin has played a good show with me tonight. Under the moonlight, the talented woman is reluctant to let go and hug her."

Lin Sishen frowned slightly, and from the corner of his eyes, he seemed to have a glimpse of a scroll under the white paper that Chen Qinghua had just received. There was something on his head, but he couldn't see clearly after a casual glance.

After thinking for a while, she asked softly: "Can the princess hear about the hatred between the alien race and the prince?"

Chen Qinghua looked up at her and responded coldly: "Yes."

After saying that, she walked past Lin Sishen, walked straight to the sandalwood rack by the door, took a silk handkerchief dipped in clean water and wiped it clean.

Lin Sishen lowered his eyes and looked at the two pieces of rice paper placed in a corner of the desk, then turned around and looked at Chen Qinghuan and said, "The princess should know that she can keep them to deal with the prince."

Chen Qinghua replied coldly: "You don't have to explain to me how you plan to act."

Lin Sishen was a little puzzled, and she frowned and lowered her voice: "Didn't the princess say she wanted to cooperate with me?"

It was obvious that she wanted to join forces with Lin Sishen, but she had never mentioned anything to her, and she even interfered with her private actions, which made people feel a little strange.

Chen Qinghua just mentioned her as if nothing had happened: "It's not tilted today."

The balance refers to the prince and the second prince. They are now equal in size. If others take action, they will be alert and stop for the time being.

Chen Qinghua meant that when the prince and the second prince were fighting openly and secretly, they just needed to sit in the mountains and watch the tiger fight and keep a low profile. Exposure too early will only backfire. She does not intend to interfere with Lin Sishen now, nor does she reveal anything, but the time is not yet up.

Lin Sishen was thinking and suddenly looked up and saw Chen Qinghua, who was standing next to the bed, taking off her coat. Her figure wrapped under her dress slowly appeared in front of her eyes under the candlelight. Lin Sishen took a deep breath and turned around quickly.

But he was not at all wary of her and just took off his clothes in front of her.

Lin Sishen moved to the screen in a small step, lay straight on the cloud bed, pillowing his hands behind his head and staring at the ceiling.

Lin Sishen, who had planned to wait until Chen Qinghua fell asleep and then fell asleep carefully, somehow, smelled the faint fragrance in the air, and fell into a deep sleep again in a daze.

As soon as she opened her eyes, it was sunlight again. Lin Sishen had not even taken off her clothes and slept on the cloud bed for a night. She got up and felt her head heavy.

She poked her head out from the screen and saw that Chen Qinghua was not in the house, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Zhu knocked in and served her to wash. Seeing that her face seemed a little wrong, she hurriedly reached out and grabbed her wrist to take her pulse.

Seeing Mo Zhu put down her hand and sighed, Lin Sishen asked, "I won't be sick again, right?"

Mo Zhu stood on tiptoe and touched her forehead, then said angrily and amusedly: "Young Master, can't you feel it yourself?"

Lin Sishen also touched his forehead and asked, "Typhoid fever?"

Mo Zhu gave her a blank look and pushed her to the edge of the bed: "Today, the young master will just lie down and drink medicine."

Lin Sishen turned around and brushed her hand away, and hurriedly said, "Don't lie down here, this is the bed where the princess slept."

Mo Zhu ignored her resistance and pressed her on the bed: "As long as I go to get the medicine, the old lady will know. When the old lady comes, she sees you lying on the cloud bed, what will you think without saying more?"

Lin Sishen lay down honestly, the fragrance at the edge of his nose became a little stronger, elegant and cold without any pungent. She supported herself and asked, "Where has the princess been?"

Mo Zhu glanced at her and joked, "I was in the back garden early in the morning. If the young master thinks about the princess, I will go and help the young master to invite the princess back."

Lin Sishen knew Mo Zhu was teasing him, so he smiled helplessly and said, "No, are you asking for a fight?"

I don’t know if Mo Zhuzhen invited Chen Qinghua or Chen Qinghua himself came back. Not long after Mo Zhu left, Chen Qinghua returned to Liuguang Pavilion accompanied by Lan Qing and Lu Yin.

As soon as Chen Qinghua entered the door, he saw Lin Sishen wrapped in a cicada pupa, with only one head lying on his bed.

She was not at all displeased, but just walked to the bed and raised her eyebrows and asked, "Are you sick?"

Lin Sishen saw her and thought to get up. She explained with some guilt: "A slight typhoid fever is not a problem. Grandma may come later, so I..."

Chen Qinghua shook his sleeves, reached out and gently pressed Lin Sishen's shoulder, signaling her to lie down: "No problem, you can rest first."

"Thank you, Princess." Lin Sishen lay down obediently, not knowing where to look, so he could only stare at the carved bed eaves without moving.

Chen Qinghua sat next to her, not seeming to leave. She looked at Lin Sishen's slightly pale face, frowned slightly and asked softly, "Is breakfast available?"

"Never." Lin Sishen shook his head, and finally added: "I'm not hungry."

"I have to eat some things anyway. If you wait until the medicine is taken, you may not be able to take it." Chen Qinghua glanced at her faintly, as if she was a little dissatisfied. Then she ordered Lan Qing, who was beside her, to go to the kitchen to get a bowl of porridge.

When Lan Qing went to get the porridge, Chen Qinghua personally wet a handkerchief and put it on Lin Sishen's somewhat hot forehead. Then he tucked the corners of the quilt for her, and stayed by Lin Sishen's side all the time.

Lin Sishen was a little flattered and a little embarrassed. Chen Qinghua's behavior was really like a gentle and virtuous wife, but the more she was like this, Lin Sishen became more uneasy. Her heart was beating beside Shen Qinghua.

I can't tell whether it's because of embarrassment or something else.

But Chen Qinghua didn't seem to be strange, and asked in a cold voice: "Your body is really too weak. You seem to have been sick several times during the days I came to Beijing, right?"

Lin Sishen sighed helplessly and replied: "You don't know. I was often sick when I was young. Everyone outside said that I was a medicine jar."

Chen Qinghua frowned and said with a complicated expression: "If you really go to the border with your body..."

She said halfway and didn't say it, but Lin Sishen knew what the second half of her sentence was. She lowered her eyes and smiled without opening her mouth.

After a while, when Lan Qing took the porridge, Chen Qinghua took it and took it into his hand.

"Thank you, Princess." Lin Sishen said thanking, sat up and reached out to pick it up, but unexpectedly, Chen Qinghua raised his hand and avoided it.

Chen Qinghua looked up at her with a smile, then lowered her eyes and held the snow-white spoon soup. Lin Sishen's eyes fell on her hands. Chen Qinghua, whose ten fingers were not touched by spring water, had a white and slender tail finger slightly raised, stirring the hot porridge in the bowl for her.

It was just an ordinary move, but it was so elegant and gentle in the eyes of others.

After the hot porridge turned a little cold, Chen Qinghuan used a spoonful of spoons and handed it to Lin Sishen's mouth.

Lin Sishen came back to his senses, his pale face turned slightly red. She turned her head awkwardly and whispered: "Princess, I... I'll do it myself."

She was just slightly typhoid, and she was not broken. Sitting on the bed and enjoying Chen Qinghua's service really made her uneasy.

Chen Qinghua curled his lips and smiled, and looked at Lin Sishen with narrow and deep eyes. His hand holding the spoon was still moving to her mouth, silently rejecting her proposal.

The two of them had a stalemate for a while, and Lin Sishen finally opened his mouth and carefully swallowed the porridge that Chen Qinghua fed her. The warm porridge was warm in her stomach, but she felt nervous.

After finally Chen Qinghua finally fed Lin Sishen a bowl of porridge, and then Mo Zhu came to deliver another bowl of boiled medicine.

After a while, Lin Sishen fell asleep in a drowsy morning. When she woke up again, she was covered in cold sweat. She got up and looked around. The door was closed and Shen Qing was not seen.

Lin Sishen originally planned to go out for a walk and have some breath, but when she walked to the window, she saw two pieces of rice paper that were placed on the corner of the desk, which was written by Chen Qinghua last night.

Out of curiosity, no one was around, Lin Sishen had the courage to spread the two pieces of rice paper secretly. The first one was just a poem, which was nothing special, but Chen Qinghua's words were really beautiful.

The brush and ink are horizontal and smooth, and the fonts are handsome and elegant, but slightly sharp, which makes people not only shine. Although Lin Sishen is not an expert, he also sees that Chen Qinghua's calligraphy is comparable to the brush and ink of many great masters in the world.

After looking at Chen Qinghuan's ink brush, Lin Sishen was obviously more curious about the painting she glanced at last night. She carefully lifted the rice paper hidden on her head, and then looked closely, and was stunned in place, with a stiff expression on her face.

I saw that there was not much ink on the rice paper, so I only drew a lifelike apricot.

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