Halfway through the palace, Fu Shiting followed Lin Junlan. His eyes were downcast. When he reached a quiet place, he took Lin Junlan's wrist and asked, "What does it mean to be a match made by a heavenly being?"

Lin Junlan was grabbed by the wrist and had to stop. He raised his hand and waved away Fu Shiting's hand, "It's just a folk tale."

"Yeah……"

Fu Shiting frowned. Maybe he was overthinking it, but he always felt that there was something wrong with the last few words he heard. It felt like... he mentioned it deliberately, but at first glance, he thought there was nothing wrong with it.

He didn't know whether to believe Lin Junlan or not, maybe he was really afraid that he would be involved in something.

Lin Junlan smiled coldly, his eyes were cold and focused on Fu Shiting, "The young general went to war on the battlefield, I'm afraid he has never heard of this story."

Fu Shiting: "..."

He remained silent and didn't speak, just looked at Lin Junlan, "Do you really...have no other meaning?"

Lin Junlan lowered her eyes, "What's the point?"

Lowering his eyes, Lin Junlan continued: "Dong Yong suffered from poverty, his parents left no wealth, heaven and man were virtuous, and goddesses were righteous. The young general has heard this story."

Fu Shiting stared at Lin Junlan, looked at it carefully, then raised his gaze and continued to walk forward, "I've heard of it."

Fu Shiting's eyes were downcast: "Dong Yong sold himself to bury his father, and finally married a goddess. It's all a beautiful myth."

Stories like this are widely circulated because with the yearning and expectation for a better life, the goddess is the light, Dong Yong is the despair of human life, and the light seen in despair is God.

Lin Junlan looked at the corridor with her beautiful eyebrows and said in a quiet voice, "Well, it is very beautiful. So beautiful that...it makes people yearn for it."

Once, he was trapped in the darkness, and he once thought that there was no beauty and light from heaven. After falling into the darkness, others would only add insult to injury.

No one wants to see people in a difficult situation rise to the top in one step. They will only express sympathy on their lips. When they really reach out their hands and want someone to give them a hand, everyone will shy away.

Until he met the Crown Prince, he saved many people in the dark night market...

Many, many, like the warm light in the darkness, redeeming all his gloom.

Then, Fu Shiting glanced at Lin Junlan again and raised his eyebrows, "Are you saying that you and I are like Dong Yong and the goddess? Saving you from fire and water?"

Lin Junlan: "..."

The silent man stared at Fu Shiting without saying a word, with no brilliance in his cold eyes.

But Fu Shiting seemed to have suddenly figured it out, and his smile turned handsome, "You people from the southern country are indeed knowledgeable and talented. You use such a myth to describe the encounter between you and me."

Lin Junlan: "..."

The silent person lowers his gaze and remains silent. He neither denies nor admits.

The young general thought it was so, so be it... He didn't bother to defend himself.

Half an hour later, Fu Shiting sent Lin Junlan to the Regent's Palace. Outside the palace, several imperial doctors were already standing. They were holding a wooden plate covered with red silk. Some things on the plate were covered with red silk.

As soon as Lin Junlan got off the carriage, the imperial doctors walked up to him, bent down and said, "Young Master."

Lin Junlan lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand, and opened the red silk. He found that the red silk was actually covered with needles, wine, and cloth. He frowned, "This is..."

"This is a carving instrument."

The imperial doctor held the things and answered respectfully, "The young master is getting married tomorrow. According to the ceremony, the engraving ceremony should be completed before noon today."

Lin Junlan glanced at the rising sun. It was really just the right time at noon. She picked up the silver needle, held the slender silver needle in her hand, looked at it silently, and suddenly put it down again.

He hesitated for a moment, then took out a silver needle from his waist and asked indifferently, "I can carve it myself. What do I need to carve?"

"this……"

The old doctor was startled and looked at the young general next to him.

Fu Shiting walked up to Lin Junlan, looked at the silver needle he took out, and took it over casually, "Your silver needle is not clean, use the one prepared by Taiyuan Hospital."

Lin Junlan smiled coldly and looked at Fu Shiting indifferently, "Why, are you afraid that I will commit suicide? Don't worry, I don't want to die that much."

Then, he snatched the silver needle from Fu Shiting's hand and said, "I engrave it myself. I know it well. It's better to use my own needle for this needle."

"If you don't tell me what to engrave, then let's do whatever you want. How about engraving a word in your name?"

As he finished speaking, the silver needle had already been pierced into his wrist, and blood immediately appeared on his white wrist. A drop of blood slipped from his wrist. Lin Junlan's face turned slightly pale, and the movement of his hand did not stop.

Gritting his teeth, he carved the word "Shi", then threw the silver needle on the ground, raised his wrist, and showed it to Fu Shiting, "You see, is it okay?"

"Jun Lan..."

Fu Shiting looked at the words on his wrist and frowned. He once wanted to carve his own words on Lin Junlan's wrist, but when Lin Junlan's face was pale and he carved the words on it, he didn't do it at all.

Such thoughts.

Lin Junlan was silent, staring at Fu Shiting. She casually took the piece of red silk and wiped the blood off her wrist. "It's nothing. Please come back, young general. I'm tired..."

After saying that, he walked inside. Fu Shiting stood outside the palace and looked at Lin Junlan, "Tomorrow, I will marry you."

These were beautiful words, but Lin Junlan's heart was not disturbed, not even the slightest feeling of heartbeat. He entered the palace without stopping.

Looking at the words engraved on his wrist, he raised his hand and faced the sun. The wound on his palm was still wrapped in gauze. The words on his wrist were still red and swollen. His eyes were dark, "A perfect match for a fairy, the most poisonous thing in the world."

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"Your Highness, let's work together...to make them pay the price they deserve."

Then he put down his hand and looked at the sunshine, "Your Highness, I will use myself to test the antidote for you, and I will not let you die..."
Chapter completed!