After saying a straightforward and short sentence, his steps had already crossed the threshold. When Meng Xian looked over, he only saw a trace of silver streaking in the air.

Meng Xian didn't have the energy to pay attention to the person who was leaving. Ling Ziliang was holding him by the collar and shaking him.

When he lowered his head, he saw the face that he had thought about day and night. He couldn't help but lift the man's chin, and slowly moved closer, wanting to kiss her.

"Hey, hey, hey...what are you doing? You're so close, do you think I won't care about you and Yan Nian? Are your eyes bigger than anyone else's?" He looked back with wide eyes.

o_o

The ambiguous atmosphere that had been lingering around the two of them was instantly cleared. Meng Xian once again made up his mind. If he wanted to get close to Ling Ziliang, he must not... let him talk!

Meng Xian hurriedly took a step back, his wide sleeves were flying, and there was a trace of scarlet on the edge of the sleeves and corners of the robe, like an unextinguished flame in a handful of embers. He turned his face away, lowered his eyebrows and covered his face.

The despair that keeps surging in my heart is like a moth flying into a flame, miserable and hopeless.

"My lord, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you." Ling Ziliang snorted coldly and frowned.

He, Ling Ziliang, was the heir to the throne, and he had been pampered since he was a child. It is not an exaggeration to say that he had clothes to wear, food to eat, and mouth to open.

And because he was neither his direct descendant nor his eldest son, he had no ambitions for the dragon chair, so he had always been pampered. He had never been so embarrassed as he was today when a basin of cold water was poured over his head.

He randomly twisted out the dripping water on his sleeves, lowering his head with a hint of venting his anger, and the cuffs made of fine materials were wrinkled.

Or because the basin of water was poured thoroughly, there was still a lot of water on the clothes. He directly squeezed the water onto the dry ground, and large drops of water splashed on the carpet-covered ground, leaving a trace.

, like tears dripping down, against the dregs of the wine bottle smashed by Meng Xian on the ground, revealing a bit of sadness that did not belong to him.

The smile that appeared on Meng Xian's lips slowly turned into a coquettish expression. With a fairy-like posture, he turned his body slightly, leaving his back to Ling Ziliang. Ling Ziliang committed two crimes, and he couldn't accompany him to commit two crimes, right?

He stopped drinking, and glanced at the teapot on the table that Yan Junqing had just moved. The blue and white porcelain cup contained clear tea, and the long fragrance of the tea brought a somewhat soothing atmosphere.

I poured a cup for myself, and the water column was slender, winding down into the cup. I held the tea bowl with my long fingers, swaying my wrist slightly, and looked at the color of the tea carefully.

With his elbow slightly bent, he brought the tea cup close to his nose, closed his eyes and gently smelled the fragrance of the tea. His beautiful facial features were a bit out of place through the mist of tea. His movements were elegant and meticulous, and his eyes fell on any point in the room, only in the

He doesn't look at Ling Ziliang who is making a fuss!

Since there is no time for nonsense, then leave quickly...go far away...and don't try to tease his heart again.

Ling Ziliang's eyes widened, and the anger that had been extinguished by the cold water ignited again. He had been chasing him before, but why didn't he even look at him now! The world is changing too fast!

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"Hey! Meng Xian! This prince is talking to you!" he yelled.

"The prince is here, Meng Xian, please reply quickly!" he continued shouting.

"I order you to look at me!" He jumped in front of Meng Xian, grabbed his shoulders, raised his head with his fingers, and asked him to face his face.

"Tsk..." Meng Xian exhaled a long breath from his thin lips, and gently waved away Ling Ziliang's seemingly strong hand with his slender hand. In fact, it was just a little brute force, and the force was resolved with a slight movement. Meng Xian simply said again
Chapter completed!