"You take care of me!" Xiao Lingyue couldn't help but turn her head and look to the other side, not wanting to talk to him.
He looked like he was getting angry when he didn't get an answer.
The temper is getting louder and louder.
Zhan Beihan's thin lips curled up slightly, playing with the taste: "You really want to know?"
"You didn't say anything?" Xiao Lingyue crossed her arms.
"Come here." Zhan Beihan raised his fingers at her.
"...Are you kidding a puppy?"
Xiao Lingyue complained speechlessly, but walked over to sit down, looked at him sideways, and said, "If you fart, hurry up."
"No matter how big or small! Who allowed you to talk to me like this?" Zhan Beihan glared at her.
"Oh, are you still acting like a prince?" Xiao Lingyue rolled her eyes and pretended to stand up, "Okay, you are the prince and you are great. A little person like me is not worthy of sitting next to you. Just stay away from me.
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"..." Who did she learn this weird and strange attitude from?
Zhan Beihan couldn't laugh or cry.
Before Xiao Lingyue could stand up, the man said in a low voice, "I have nothing to do with Wei Shaorong."
"..." Xiao Lingyue froze.
A hint of complexity flashed across her face, pretending to be angry. She raised her head without revealing any flaws in her expression: "What does it mean it doesn't matter?"
"Literally." There was no expression on Zhan Beihan's pale and handsome face, his eyes were dark and his voice was light.
"She is a member of Nanyanwei's family, and she has been hostile to this king several times on the battlefield, that's all!"
After saying that, the man glanced at her again: "Are you satisfied now?"
Xiao Lingyue wanted to tear off the corners of her mouth.
It felt like there was an empty space in my heart, and the wind blew by, making my heart feel as if it was frozen.
Blood freezes into ice.
"Is that just like this?" she asked, "What Gongyang Qian and Wei Zhai said..."
"Do you believe what the enemy says? Are you really stupid or pretending to be stupid?"
Zhan Beihan looked at her with disgust, and his tone remained calm: "It's just because I have fought with Wei Shaorong so many times, and she is a woman. It's just a rumor spread by Nan Yan."
"Really..." Xiao Lingyue lowered her eyelashes.
So, it’s all rumors?
Just, just a rumor?
"This is all in the past. Now Wei Shaorong has been the Crown Princess of Nanyan for a long time. She is Murong Ye's woman. What do you think this king has for her?"
Zhan Beihan's voice was low and calm, with a hint of disdain in his tone: "Gongyang Qian said she was an old person, how could I have ever been in love with the old person? You want to provoke me with a woman, huh...
It’s as shameless as ever!”
Xiao Lingyue could tell that Zhan Beihan was serious.
No matter how he felt about "Wei Shaorong" before.
Now, there are only two things left for him to position "her" - Crown Princess Nanyan, Murong Ye's woman.
There is no nostalgia, and there is no hatred.
There is only complete indifference and calmness, as well as disgust for Murong Ye, Yanwujiwu.
Xiao Lingyue closed her eyes, feeling as if a dull knife had been drawn deep in her heart. Under the dull pain, thick blood surged out and slowly meandered through her.
Even the pain was a bit vague.
In fact, she had not expected Zhan Beihan's reaction.
After she learned that Murong Ye did not announce the news of her death, but concealed the news and announced that "Wei Shaorong married into the East Palace".
She had imagined Zhan Beihan's mood.
He has always been an arrogant and strong character, with a clear distinction between love and hate, and will never compromise.
No matter what he and "Wei Shaorong" had ever had, after learning that she "married" Murong Ye, everything ended here!
Zhan Beihan will never look back.
To let go is to let go, to give up is to give up. Popular "" This chapter has been completed!