Chapter 13: We are the only ones who bully others and cannot be bullied
Prince Lanling raised his head and glanced at the woman in front of him. His words and deeds were not at all like the legend, but she was not as quiet and virtuous as a lady should be. On the contrary, sometimes he couldn't understand what she said. , and I can’t understand it either.
Is it because of these that there are those rumors?
When he returned from the palace, he was assassinated by an assassin sent by his enemy. If he had not learned the secret passage leading to Lingyue Pavilion, he would have died long ago.
The serious injury could not be spread outside, so he had no choice but to hide it in this secret room. He had not thought about accepting Zhengji at first, so he had the foresight to build Lingyue Pavilion like a maze, with many secret rooms.
Fortunately, this woman was careless, otherwise she would have discovered these secrets long ago. If it were not for the concern that her father was the prime minister, he would have silenced her long ago and prevented her from spreading his affairs.
It seems that she still doesn't know that he is Prince Lanling. He secretly asked.
"Brother, what's your name?" Qian Duoduo asked very grandly. She couldn't even know the name of someone who knew her life experience. This was too insecure.
Lanling glanced at her but didn't answer. He ate all the food and felt a little better when he was full. Whenever he was injured, he had to eat enough, otherwise his injury would heal very slowly. , the fuller his stomach is, the faster his injuries will heal. This time, it was also thanks to her that he regained his strength within a few days.
Putting down the bowl and chopsticks, there was a hint of vigilance in his eyes, "Where have you been today?"
Qian Duoduo smiled happily. She had satisfied the princess's addiction today. It was so good that the ancients could not understand it.
"This is my home, do I need to explain to you wherever I go?" she muttered.
"Is this your home?" There was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, "Why do you need you to cook in person? Where are the servants?"
Qian Duoduo was at a loss for words, staring at his elegant face with shamelessness, and said in a dull tone, "Little brother..." Frightened by his gloomy and cold eyes, he immediately changed his title, "Brother, your injury Is it okay? Now you can leave. No one knows you are here now, so you must keep your promise and spare my life."
"You want me to keep my promise? Then you may not have kept your--promise." He prolonged his tone, and his eyes suddenly turned murderous.
Modern women's intuition is usually faster and more accurate. She immediately felt his murderous intention, took a few steps back, and said very vigilantly, "You, you don't want to kill someone and silence them?" Qian Duoduo reminded himself to take a deep breath and be calm, calm. , this is just an ancient person, how wise the ancient people can be, judging from her experience of being invincible in the field of love-
This ancient person, and also an ancient version of a killer, was simply being chased by his enemies and had no choice but to escape death because he was lucky enough to run into her; or he was assassinating someone else but was being hunted by someone else. In short, he just couldn't live without this. Two versions.
For such a killer who has no emotions and does not understand emotions, it is best not to be emotional towards them.
However, regardless of whether it is ancient or modern, a woman's greatest weapon is beauty.
Qian Duoduo changed his style and started to show off. What, this is how women in ancient times should have discharged their electricity?
Lan Ling watched her performance expressionlessly. For a long time, a look of boredom flashed in his eyes. Her stupidity was indeed not what he heard. He must have been too weak just now to think she was normal.