When Xia Yihan came to Youxiang's Mansion, she was told that Hu Ling'er and Qi Huanyan were painting in the garden.

Although he was wondering why Qi Huanyan suddenly appeared here, he still looked for it, but stopped when he saw the scene in front of him.

In the garden, there are green trees, red maples, and fallen leaves.

Under the red maple tree, Qi Huanyan, dressed in a bright yellow skirt, sat on a chair, leaning on the back of the chair with her right hand, supporting her chin with one hand, and looking ahead with a smile.

In front of her, Hu Ling'er, dressed in red, was standing there. There was a strange shelf in front of her, with drawing paper spread on it, and she was painting stroke by stroke, carefully.

A red maple leaf rotated down and landed quietly on Hu Ling'er's hair, as if she was wearing a hair accessory. It matched perfectly.

It was such a quiet and peaceful scene that Xia Yihan couldn't bear to disturb it.

He slowed down his steps, walked forward step by step, and then stopped a few steps away from Hu Ling'er. Looking over from here, he could clearly see the content of her painting.

Qi Huanyan, who was facing Hu Ling'er, had already noticed Xia Yihan behind her. Her eyes widened and she was about to speak, but she saw Xia Yihan making a "shh" gesture to her and quickly fell silent.

In fact, with Hu Ling'er's alertness, how could she not notice someone behind her? But she felt the familiarity, so she pretended not to notice it, and her movements did not stop.

On the drawing paper, the overall outline of the characters and background has been outlined, and the details are already being drawn.

Hu Ling'er squinted her eyes, looked at Qi Huanyan who was sitting upright, and then drew a few strokes on the paper. She kept repeating the movements, and the characters on the paper became more and more vivid and vivid.

Xia Yihan had seen her paintings, but had never seen with her own eyes how she painted them.

Seeing Qi Huanyan on the paper gradually taking shape, his eyes slowly shifted to the side of Hu Ling'er's face.

Her face is so serious, so focused, so beautiful...

Xia Yihan likes her smile, but she also likes her seriousness and neatness when doing things. Hu Ling'er like that has a special attraction, just like her at this moment.

For a moment, Xia Yihan's eyes no longer include Qi Huanyan, Xiao Miao next to Hu Ling'er, and nothing else... In his eyes, there is only Hu Ling'er's perfect profile face, her slender fingertips holding the paintbrush, she flutters in the wind

The long hair, and the red dress that is more dazzling than the maple leaves.

"Okay." In his daze, Hu Ling'er's voice suddenly sounded in his ears. Xia Yihan suddenly came back to his senses, and his eyes returned to the drawing paper. The next second, his eyes widened, filled with wonder.

Before he could speak, Qi Huanyan over there had already swooped over like a swallow, "Let me see, let me see."

When Qi Huanyan saw herself lifelike on the drawing paper, her eyes almost popped out of her head. After a while, she shouted: "Wow, is this me? Is this really me? Am I so beautiful?"

Hu Ling'er looked at her dancing and just smiled, while Xiao Miao on the side said: "Princess, this is exactly the same as you. If you don't believe it, go get a mirror and take a look."

"No need to take pictures, no need to take pictures, I'm so satisfied. Sister-in-law, you are really amazing." Qi Huanyan cheered and moved closer to Hu Ling'er, trying to hug her.

Only when she stretched out her hand halfway, Hu Ling'er was hugged first, and a nervous voice suddenly sounded: "Yan'er, don't be so rash."

Qi Huanyan pursed her lips and glared at Xia Yihan dissatisfied. Her eyes returned to the painting and she couldn't put it down, admiring it.

Hu Ling'er, who was hugged by Xia Yihan, felt uncomfortable all over, but because Qi Huanyan was there, she had no choice but to give Xia Yihan face and did not break away.

But even so, she didn't even raise her head, and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "What are you doing here again?"

"Of course I'm here to see you, Madam." Xia Yihan said loudly without any scruples. Seeing that Hu Ling'er's face became even worse, she quickly added: "Of course, I'm here to send you a greeting for the Queen Mother."

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"Queen Mother?" Hu Ling'er finally reacted and looked up at Xia Yihan with suspicion in her eyes.

Xia Yihan was very satisfied with her actions. He looked at her with a smile and said, "Yes, I went to see the Queen Mother this morning. The Queen Mother said she missed you and asked me to say hello to you on her behalf."

Hu Ling'er squinted her eyes, thought for a moment and said, "Why are you looking for the Queen Mother?"

Xia Yihan smiled, and when she was thinking about how to answer, she heard Qi Huanyan say: "Brother Han, it turns out that you went to see your mother this morning."

Xia Yihan was too lazy to pay attention to Qi Huanyan. He just grabbed Hu Ling'er's hand and said, "I have something to say to you alone."

But Hu Ling'er didn't show any dignity at all, and just said calmly: "I still want to accompany Yan'er to the garden. If you have anything to say, we'll talk about it another day. You're so busy, so you'd better go back first."

With that said, she broke away from Xia Yihan's hand, then pulled Qi Huanyan, who looked stunned, and said enthusiastically: "Yan'er, let this painting dry here for a while, and I'll take you to the pavilion over there to have a look."

Qi Huanyan looked at Xia Yihan who looked annoyed and wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, she responded: "Okay, let's go then."

She could see that Hu Ling'er must be having trouble with Xia Yihan because of Sang Rong's matter, that's why she was so cold.

Although she didn't believe that Xia Yihan would really marry Sang Rong, he had done something wrong by leaving Sang Rong in Prince Han's palace, so she couldn't help him.

Seeing that Hu Ling'er and Qi Huanyan were already walking forward, Xiao Miao adjusted her things and wanted to follow, but as soon as her feet moved, Xia Yihan suddenly said: "Where is Jian Xinan?"

Since he came in, he has not seen Jian Xinan.

Xiaomiao paused, lowered his head and said, "Mr. Jian was gone after the princess arrived. He must have gone out."

Jian Xinan had a bad relationship with this princess, and Xiaomiao also knew about it.

Xia Yihan only thought it was this reason, so she didn't ask any more questions, and then said: "The king has gone back to his mansion first. You can talk to your lady."

"My slave, I understand." Xiaomiao lowered her head in response, but when she raised her head again, she only saw Xia Yihan's leaving back. Looking at that back, she felt a bit lonely and lonely in her eyes.

At this time, Jian Xinan, who had just been mentioned by Xia Yihan, appeared outside the wall of Prince Han's palace.

He jumped directly from the courtyard wall of Prince Han's Mansion, and then quietly walked towards Hu Ling'er's room.

In the room, Sang Rong had already left. Jian Xinan checked for a while to make sure there was no trace of Sang Rong inside, and then left the room.

After leaving Hu Ling'er's room, he went to the guest room where Sang Rong lived. A maid was guarding the door.

Jian Xinan hid in the doorway, with a slight smile on her lips. She flipped her wrist and quietly shot a silver needle into the maid's neck.

The little maid didn't even know what happened. She closed her eyes and fell to the ground.

Before she fell to the ground, Jian Xinan quickly stepped forward to support her body, pulled her into the room, and then sat her on the ground, murmuring: "I'm sorry, you are right here."

Let’s take a short rest.”

After saying that, Jian Xinan walked towards the inner room. When he reached the door, he was not as careful as when he was outside. He raised his hand and pushed the door open.

Inside the house, Sang Rong was sitting in front of the dressing table looking at himself in the mirror. When he heard the sound of opening the door and looked back, he realized that the person who came was Jian Xinan, and the sadness and anger he felt just now burst out.

She casually grabbed a hairpin on the dressing table, stood up and rushed towards Jian Xinan at the door: "Jian Xinan, I'm going to kill you!"

At this time, Sang Rong had no internal strength. In Jian Xinan's eyes, she was just like an ordinary woman who had no strength to restrain a chicken. She only dodged slightly to avoid her attack.

But Sang Rong, whose eyes were red with anger, seemed not to realize the disparity between the two. He once again stabbed Jian Xinan who was hiding at the side, shouting: "Jian Xinan, you ruined this."

If you kill me, I want you to die badly."

This time, Jian Xinan did not avoid it anymore. Seeing the hairpin in Sang Rong's hand stabbing towards his stunning face, he stretched out his hand and easily grabbed her wrist.

With a "clang" sound, the hairpin in Sang Rong's hand fell to the ground. She struggled a little, but failed to break free from Jian Xinan's hand. She could only glare and said: "Jian Xinan, kill me if you dare."

Jian Xinan just smiled faintly and said slowly: "How can I kill you? I will not violate the rules of the sect." After a pause, Jian Xinan's eyes became more unruly:

"But what you did just now really violated the master's rules. Aren't you afraid that your master will scold you in your dream?"

"You hurt me like this, and you even told me the rules of the school, Jian Xinan, you deserve to die!" Sang Rong stared straight at Jian Xinan, the anger in his eyes seemed to burn him out.

But Jian Xinan still smiled lightly, narrowed her eyes slightly and said: "You should be the one who deserves to die. Do you believe it or not? If it weren't for your master's sake, hundreds of your lives would have been lost."

No more."

He was obviously smiling, but the coldness in his eyes made Sang Rong shudder.

Sang Rong was slightly startled, knowing that this Jian Xinan was also an extremely dangerous person.

Although the two officially met because of Hu Ling'er, they had been fighting each other long before that.

The magic doctor poisons, the holy doctor detoxifies.

Both her master and she have always been defeated by them.

Their master eventually went to hell together, but left them to continue fighting. She had sworn more than once that one day, she would develop a poison that the holy doctors could not cure.

Because she wanted to give herself and her master a break.

But now, she was once again defeated at the hands of Jian Xinan. She was disfigured by him and lost all her martial arts skills. How could she not hate it?

"Hahaha!!" Sang Rong suddenly laughed, laughing so loudly that his face was ferocious.

After laughing enough, she looked at Jian Xinan mockingly and said with disdain: "Jian Xinan, in fact, you are just like me, you are just a pathetic person. You are venting your anger for Hu Ling'er here and complaining about her injustice, but in the end,

You still can't get her. You can only watch her nestled in other people's arms, lying under other people's bodies, and even pregnant with other people's children. No, if you think about it carefully, you are even more pitiful than me.

Hahaha...uh."

Sang Rong's laughter stopped suddenly because Jian Xinan's hand pinched her throat.

The smile on his face has disappeared, and the coldness in his slightly narrowed eyes is thick, with a hint of murderous intent, "Sang Rong, you'd better not say anything insulting to Ling'er again, otherwise you will definitely regret it."

Jian Xinan's attack was not gentle, and Sang Rong felt as if the air in her chest was being squeezed out, but she still smiled and said without fear of death: "Jian Xinan... It seems that we are in love with each other.

Maybe you're in deeper than me."

"Really?" Jian Xinan curled her lips coldly, the coldness in her eyes getting stronger, "But what if I don't want to be compared with you?"

As she spoke, Jian Xinan's hands tightened, Sang Rong's face instantly turned pale, even his lips turned purple, and he could no longer speak.

It was only when Sang Rong was about to roll his eyes that he could only breathe out but not in, Jian Xinan let go of his hand.

"Ahem!!" Sang Rong's feet went weak and he slipped on the ground. Then he coughed violently. It took him a long time to finally catch his breath.

Looking up at Jian Xinan, Sang Rong finally had a hint of fear in her eyes. At that moment, she really felt the killing intent of Jian Xinan's men.

Jian Xinan looked down at Sang Rong and said coldly: "If you have bad intentions for Ling'er again in the future, or make some small moves between her and Xia Yihan, I will never let you go."
To be continued...