Imperial City, in Feiyun Hall.

Ling Xuehan sat upright on it, his purple long robe dragging the ground, holding a white jade water cup in his hand, his expression was cold, and his dark eyes were as calm as a pool of static lake water, unremitting waves.

No matter how the wind and cranes were heard outside the window, he was drinking tea leisurely, as if he was still as a mountain.

"Your Highness, Princess Ning is here." Suddenly, a voice broke the tranquility of Ning, and a guard entered the hall and knelt respectfully in front of Ling Xuehan.

After a meal of tea drinking, Ling Xuehan raised his eyebrows slightly, put down the water cup, and Yu Guang glanced at the scorching floor curtain not far away.

The light in my eyes is cold and deep, and I can't touch it.

Before he could speak, he heard the rushing footsteps coming from outside the hall.

The face of the guard who came in to report changed suddenly. He wanted to explain something, but Ling Xuehan waved his hand and signaled him to retreat.

Without saying a word, he quickly retreated.

This Princess Ning is really impatient...

As soon as he left, Lesang, dressed in white, stepped in against the cold moonlight.

The black hair flew away, and the plain face was stunning, but the shiny black eyes were a little sharp.

After entering the hall, Lesang's eyes swept around, and did not stop anywhere. When he swept the screeching curtain, Lesang sneered in his heart.

Immediately, he looked at Ling Xuehan as if nothing had happened: "Presponsible to visit, please don't be surprised by Your Highness."

"You are polite to the princess." Ling Xuehan stood up and responded lightly.

Lesang smiled without saying a word, walked closer to him step by step, and said meaningfully: "Your Highness the Crown Prince should know that I came to you because I was bored, right?"

What this said is straightforward.

Ling Xuehan's face did not change color, and he looked at her calmly: "I like the princess's temperament very much, but this time may disappoint you."

"No, no, your prince is too worried." Lesang suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled, and blinked his sleeves without hesitation and sat at a nanmu table in the hall. He poured himself a cup of tea. With a smile on his face, his eyes flashed with a sharp light: "I came here to tell Your prince that if you want to do it, just do it cleaner."

After speaking, he raised his head and sent all a cup of tea into his throat.

Ling Xuehan, who had been as calm as water, had some turbulence in his dark eyes when he heard this. He looked at Lesang in a little surprised and pulled the corner of his mouth far-fetchedly: "I wonder what Princess Ning said?"

Lesang's smile remained unchanged, and stood up carelessly, and said bluntly to Ling Xuehan without hesitation: "I know that King Ning is in your hands, so I hope you don't misunderstand that I am not here to save him, but to... "

Speaking of this, Lesang deliberately glanced at the scorching curtain, and his voice increased by several decibels: "After the prince finishes his work, I will make up a knife in the back."

As soon as these words were finished, a muffled laugh came from the scorching curtain.

Then, a porcelain white palm stretched out and opened the curtain. Dongfang Liyuan, wearing a black long gown, walked out with a smile on his face.

Ling Xuehan glanced at him, then looked at Lesang again, his eyebrows and eyes were cold, and there seemed to be a hint of boredom flashing under his black eyes, and it seemed like a hint of elite.

Le Sang's face did not change at all. Seeing Dongfang Liyuan walking out intact, she just threw a look of contempt, without any surprise.
Chapter completed!