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724. Chapter 724 Drop package

But she soon realized that the people she should not mess with the most were the weak little sheep in her eyes.

The development of the matter seemed to be far away from the original arrangement. Dugu Lin was anxious, but a trace of blush appeared on his face, and he spoke with difficulty: "King Yun, can you return the silk handkerchief to its original owner? That's Lin... That's me.

It's a gift from the one you love, so don't let it fall into the hands of others and let the beauty down."

Although he did not clearly say the owner of this silk handkerchief, but with the half-covered word "Lin" and the implicit word "the one he loves", everyone's hearts were like a mirror - it turned out to be Zhao.

Princess Hua!

The second prince fell in love with Princess Zhaohua for a day or two. Unexpectedly, he finally impressed the beauty. But why didn't the emperor already marry Miss Lin to the second prince as a concubine? Why did he bring up this matter again?

What a mess!

"The flowers are bright and the moon is shrouded in mist. It's a good time to go to Langbian tonight. I put on my stockings and walk on the fragrant steps, and carry my gold-laced shoes. I see you on the south bank of the painting hall. I always lean against you and tremble. It's hard for a slave to come out. I teach you to show mercy. - Qing

thin!"

Yun Zheng faced the silk handkerchief and read word by word. His voice was low and rich, cool and moving. In front of everyone, he actually read a love poem with a lingering and crimson flavor. Lin Qingran watched him read it.

, while taking the time to look at her affectionately, thinking of the ambiguous love between the two of them, he couldn't help but roll his eyes secretly, knowing that he did it on purpose. When did he still have the intention to tease her.

After he finished reading, he sighed with unfinished meaning: "The second prince and Miss Lin are really in love, and the younger sister is in love. No wonder the emperor wants to marry you two. This kind of deep love is really enviable to us."

"

It turned out to be a silk handkerchief given by the second prince’s concubine!

Everyone's interest in gossip disappeared, and some of them lost interest. They thought there was some royal secret, but it was just the interest between a young couple.

Since they were an engaged couple, it wasn't too much to write such an ambiguous love poem.

How is it possible?

Why was the signature word "light and thin" written on it? He remembered clearly that when he stuffed it into his sleeves before entering the palace, the signature on the silk handkerchief was still "light dye".

Dugulin's pupils suddenly dilated in disbelief, he leaned forward, his face suddenly turned pale, and blurted out: "Impossible, the signature is obviously..." The last trace of reason made him hold the words in his chest, and reason told him

He'd better not say the word Zhaohua.

"What is it?" Xu Changqing smiled particularly amiably, but the fragment in his hand had a cold light under the light of the night pearl.

"Does His Highness suspect that I can't even recognize the word "qingxi"?" Yun Zheng asked lightly, but when he looked at his eyes, it was as if he had been soaked in ice and snow.

Without any evidence, even if he said that Lin Qingran could not change anything, he quickly turned around and glanced at Lin Qingran, whose face seemed to be blurry. He rushed forward with great force, and the wine cup on the Yunzheng desk was impacted.

Pouring it down one after another, the deep crimson fruit wine poured onto Sujuan's tablecloth, and soon became stained with old-colored water stains.

"Give it to me! Give it back to me!"

Yun Zheng did not snatch it away, and threw it away with his hand: "Second Highness, don't worry, a gentleman will not take away someone's love. I am not interested in witnessing that you and Miss Lin Si's love is stronger than the silk handkerchief."

Dugu Lin picked it up and looked through the silk handkerchief carefully. The same poem, the same texture, the same golden embroidery thread, except for the inscription, the original one was "light dye", but now the inscription is really "light".

Apparently the veil had been stolen.


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