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Chapter 153
Xia Ling took a look at Nan Yan's playful smile, knowing her at a glance, she knew that the little girl was definitely thinking elsewhere.

Xia Ling sighed, didn't bother to care about her anymore, and washed his face with cold water a few more times, then raised his head again, regaining his senses from the ambiguous and muddy atmosphere just now.

She washed her face just to wash off the extremely weird feeling just now, the picture flickered in her mind, and she couldn't help but think of the scene where Jiu Zhuo captured her kiss again.

She still can't forget his hot breath, his incomparable excitement, and his affection...

The feeling of him kissing her was like eating into the bone marrow, like he had been thinking about it for a long time, like a person who had been lusting after him for a long time, he kissed her so that she couldn't help but have the illusion that she and him seemed to be familiar.

Thinking of this word, Xia Ling couldn't help immediately recalling whether or not the national teacher existed in the original owner's mind, but no matter how much she recalled, she couldn't remember him. In the original owner's mind, the memory speed was zero.

Now, Xia Ling was a little lost.

Just when Xia Ling fell into the mystery, a vague and fragmented memory image suddenly flashed in his mind, it was a purse with blue bells, and there were bursts of crisp and pleasant sounds under the blowing of the wind, floating In the General's Mansion.

The purse was tied around his waist, and when he swayed it, Xia Ling immediately thought of the fragrance of crabapple flowers.

This kind of sound is very similar to the sound of the wind chimes on the national teacher's body, but I can't smell the fragrance of crabapple flowers in my memory.

This kind of obsession and obsession made Xia Ling think deeply.

However, no matter what, this national teacher is either simple or right. He also said at the time that he came here this time for her, and he has a purpose.

Thinking of this, Xia Ling has already begun to refuse to meet with this national teacher in the future. It seems that she has to insist on avoiding him until he leaves here.

.........

Having been under the same roof for a few days, Jiu Zhuo's mood was so low that it couldn't be lowered any more. Seeing him always with that stinky face, Xia Jiabing and Bei Ya who passed by couldn't help but feel sad. Health timid.

Mr. National Teacher...

In the past few days, something is wrong!
Who can understand Jiuzhuo?
Whenever he met Xia Ling in the past few days, he would hide from him in that red dress and leave quickly, which made Jiu Zhuo's teeth itch with hatred.

Sometimes, he went to look for her on purpose, and she also found excuses to stay behind closed doors, and things seemed to have really turned into that bad level...

This feeling of getting farther and farther away made Jiu Zhuo irritated, but also panicked. He seemed to regret it again, but he also wanted to come directly to the door and tie Xia Ling under his eyes.

The state teacher's state and abnormalities in the past few days have also been seen in the eyes of Bei Ya, and he has been complaining about a flower stuck in cow dung, and at the same time worried about his master.

But recently, there is no peace in the imperial capital. I heard that the third prince is planning to raise troops to force the palace. His Highness the crown prince is so anxious that every time he goes to find the national teacher, he returns in vain.

It can be said that the current imperial capital is a mess, and it is always on the verge of tension and collapse.

The emperor is conceited and arrogant, and he is old, so he is quite mocking of the rumors that spread in his ears. The third prince has become an unsightly thing in his eyes, and he still wants to force the palace?

The emperor's old age is approaching, he is greedy for life and afraid of death, the older he is, the more he will be harsh on himself, the sons of the emperor, and he is planning to send someone to arrest the third prince.

Everything is like ants on a hot pot, chaotic and chaotic, there is a fear that there will be a bloody storm inside the imperial capital.

(End of this chapter)