Help! The innocent prince always tries to seduce me clumsily

"What do you think?"

Perhaps out of politeness, Lan Qi did not express his true thoughts.

Song Huaijin felt a dull pain in his heart, and when he heard Lan Qi's answer, he also knew the answer.

But he still cheered himself up, endured the pain in his heart, and gave her a gentle smile.

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter even if you have no feelings for me now."

Song Huaijin stroked Lan Qi's face, as if to deceive Lan Qi, or to deceive himself, and said: "I will always be good to you and let you slowly fall in love with me."

Lan Qi didn't want to say hurtful words to the man in front of him who had put away his claws for him, so he responded with a faint smile.

……

Beijing Youth Daily.

The sound of iron chains was accompanied by the man's roar of collapse. Blood dyed the stone bricks of the dungeon red. The strong smell of blood and the cold wind were a bit choking.

Si Jingli leaned back on the armchair in a wanton manner, looking at Chu Shihuan with cold eyes as he struggled desperately like a madman.

His child was crushed to death on the spot.

His mother followed closely and was also tortured to death by Si Jingli.

Lily of the Valley was completely frightened and sat on the ground, shaking wildly.

"Who's next?"

Si Jingli lazily raised his eyes and looked at Linglan, "It turns out it's your turn, Princess Linglan."

Linglan was almost frightened to death by his words. She struggled desperately to back away, with fear and helplessness on her face.

"No... Your Highness, please spare my life..."

Chu Shihuan was grief-stricken and shouted angrily: "Si Jingli! Are you still a man? Come at me if you dare!"

"Do you think you can escape?" Si Jingli sneered: "This prince left you until the end just to torture you bit by bit. It must be very unpleasant to see the people you care about die with your own eyes, right?"

The secret guard came forward with the torture instrument. Linglan was pressed to the ground and struggled desperately. The wooden stick pierced by the rope embedded her slender fingers one by one. As the rope was pulled, the wooden stick almost crushed her fingers.

Lily of the Valley let out a scream, her finger bones shattered, and her flesh was almost crushed into mud.

The pain between her fingers and her heart made her want to bite her tongue and commit suicide.

When Chu Shihuan heard Linglan's screams, he struggled like a madman. The chains were stretched to the extreme and almost pulled down a wall.

Several secret guards stepped forward and started fighting with Chu Shihuan. Chu Shihuan, who was in a rage, seemed to be invulnerable to swords and guns. Facing the secret guards, he used all his strength to resist. If Rushuang had not come forward to hold him down, those secret guards would have been beaten to death by him.

He was pinned to the ground in despair, watching Lily of the Valley suffer miserably.

When the torture instruments were taken off, Linglan had fainted from the pain, but Si Jingli did not give her a chance to escape. He poured cold water on her if she fainted, and used acupuncture to prick her acupuncture points if she couldn't wake up.

He wanted them to endure these punishments alive. Only by watching them suffer a fate worse than death and the twisted resentment growing wildly in their hearts could he find a moment of peace.

A basin of cold water was poured over it, and the lily of the valley was woken up by the cold.

The piercing pain in her ten fingers made her consciousness blurry. She seemed to hear Chu Shihuan and Si Jingli arguing about something, but she could no longer hear clearly.

How can it not hurt?

It hurts too much.

Tears of despair rolled down from the corners of my eyes.

She didn't understand why everything suddenly turned out like this.

Old memories were revisited, and she remembered how nice everyone seemed when she first came to Beiqing Country.

It seemed like just yesterday that I went on a boat trip with Chu Shitong and Si Jingli, ate ice porridge and chatted with them, but why did everything suddenly become like this?

Come to think of it, that was two years ago...

Has it been two years?

It’s been two years…

It turns out that time passes so quickly. Just two years can make the world so bad.

She really wanted to bring up their past relationship and beg for mercy from Si Jingli.

But she no longer had any strength left.

He also knew that those words would only anger Si Jingli further.

The source of the past affection was Chu Shitong, and the person whose whereabouts were unknown... the person who died, was Chu Shitong.

As she opened her eyes, they gradually became blank and desperate. Linglan knew that Si Jingli would never let them go, and she also knew that they had been forced into a desperate situation.

……

Qinglian.

The pavilions overlap and the opera is melodious.

Song Huaijin gently waved a fan, leaning back on the bench with a carefree smile.

"What do you think of this play, Xiao Qi?"

"It's okay."

Lan Qi was originally listening to an opera, but after listening for a while she always felt that someone was watching her. After looking for a long time, she realized that it was the table of people sitting downstairs.

There were two women sitting at the table. They looked wealthy and must be from rich families. They kept looking over here vaguely. Lan Tong could feel their hostility towards him even from a distance.

Song Huaijin didn't notice at all. He pointed at the actress on the stage with his fan and said, "Is it just okay? I think the actress's singing voice is really good. Why don't you take her into the East Palace and let her sing directly for you when you want to listen to the opera in the future?"

Lan Qi said absentmindedly: "There are already so many people in the East Palace, do you still want to bring an actor in?"

Her heart was beating fast and she felt like something was happening.

The bad premonition was very strong, but she inexplicably felt some anticipation for this kind of "bad" thing, and she didn't seem to mind bad things happening.

Song Huaijin raised the corners of his lips, raised his hand to tuck the loose hair around her ears behind her ears, leaned slightly closer, and spoke in a deep and magnetic voice.

"Is Xiao Qi jealous?"

Lan Qi came back to his senses, lowered his eyes and said, "No."

"No?" Song Huaijin moved closer, so close that Lan Qi could smell the faint scent of sandalwood on him. "Why don't I believe it? Does Xiao Qi think that the actor's singing is not good?"

"Of course not..."

Lan Qi lowered his head and glanced at the downstairs unintentionally. He saw the two women at the table suddenly stand up and walk towards the stairs after seeing this scene.

Her heart was pounding and she had a vague premonition.

Those two people were coming for him and they were not up to good purpose.

But in the face of Song Huaijin's close attitude, she did not say anything about it.

"Forget it." Seeing Lan Qi's uncomfortable look, Song Huaijin kindly stopped teasing her, "I was just talking. How can an actor compare to Xiao Qi?"

"Huai Jin."

Lan Qi suddenly looked up at him and asked, "Do you think it's possible for me to recover my memory?"

Song Huaijin paused, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I don't know."

At this moment, he finally admitted his guilt for taking advantage of someone's misfortune.

"Then what do you think of this marriage after I regain my memory..."

Halfway through the conversation, the beaded curtain in the compartment was suddenly lifted.

The two women really came.

Song Huaijin seemed to know the two of them, and his expression didn't change when he saw them.

"Su Jinyue? What are you doing here?"

The leader was the woman named Su Jinyue. She had red hairpins on her head and was wearing an expensive brocade skirt. She came in a fierce manner and spoke in an unfriendly tone.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince really made it easy for me to find him. He has been hiding from me for more than a year and finally showed up."

The maid who was following beside him saluted to Song Huaijin, and looked at Lan Qi with the same hostility as her master.

"Who is hiding from you?" Song Huaijin raised his eyebrows and said, "You are so bold that you don't even greet me when you see me."

Su Jinyue snorted coldly, "Don't forget, you and I grew up together, and you promised me since we were little that I wouldn't have to perform formalities when I see you."

Song Huaijin: “…”

He hurriedly explained to Lan Qi.

"Don't get me wrong, Xiao Qi. She has been my classmate since childhood. She asked me to be exempted from the formalities because she kept crying and making a fuss. I have no other intentions towards her."

Su Jinyue was the candidate for Crown Princess chosen by the Emperor and Empress.

She was named a princess because of her father's military exploits after he died on the battlefield. She grew up with Song Huaijin and they could be considered childhood sweethearts. However, Song Huaijin liked well-behaved and gentle women, and had no interest in Su Jinyue, who had a strong temper and was spoiled.

The reason he went to Beiqing was because the emperor and empress wanted to bring the two of them together. Song Huaijin refused a thousand times but it was useless, so he simply ran away from home and hid away.

"It's okay." Lan Qi obviously didn't care about it.

Su Jinyue looked Lan Qi up and down, "You have a pretty face, no wonder you can charm the prince so much."

Song Huaijin's face suddenly darkened.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"What? I'm not saying anything bad?" Su Jinyue said confidently, "She hasn't even married you yet, and she didn't even know how to behave when she saw me. Where did you find such a rude woman?"

"She belongs to me. If I say she doesn't need to perform formalities, then she doesn't need to do so."

Song Huaijin said bluntly: "Su Jinyue, don't rely on your mother's favor to show off to me, the Crown Princess. Do you believe that the first thing I will do when I ascend the throne will be to depose you?"

"you!"

Su Jinyue was furious. She pointed at Song Huaijin and cried, "Song Huaijin, you have no conscience! I have been so good to you since you were a child, and you have been avoiding me. Now you want to marry a woman with unknown origins, and you are still mean to me for her?"

Song Huaijin was also angry, and helped Lan Qi get up and leave.

"Stop talking nonsense. Stay away from my Crown Princess from now on. If she gets angry because of you, just wait for me to cause trouble for you."

Su Jinyue was completely infuriated by Song Huaijin's heartless words. When Lan Qi passed by, she winked at the maid behind her.

The moment Song Huaijin lifted the bead curtain for Lan Qi, the person in his arms was pushed out fiercely by the maid.

Before Lan Qi could react, he suddenly lost balance and fell backwards, with the back of his head hitting the edge of the chair where King Wu was leaning.

"Xiao Qi?!"

Song Huaijin was filled with murderous aura that almost reached his head. When he rushed up to support Lan Qi, her eyes had already turned black and she fainted in his arms.

"Call the doctor!" He was really panicking, picked up Lan Qi and ran out, "Call the doctor quickly!"

Su Jinyue stood there in a daze. She never expected Lan Qi to be so fragile. He fainted after just a fall and a bump.

"How could someone be so fragile... Song Huaijin, you are not pretending to be the Crown Princess..."

When she said this, she seemed a little lacking in confidence.

Song Huaijin glared at her and said viciously, "You'd better pray with your dead father that Xiaoqi is okay, otherwise I will cut you into pieces!"

When Su Jinyue heard this, her heart sank instantly.

No matter how arrogant she had been over the years, Song Huaijin had never used such a hurtful tone towards her. When she was treated like this by Song Huaijin today, she immediately realized that she had gone too far this time and Song Huaijin was really angry.

Looking at Song Huaijin's back as he hurriedly left holding Lan Qi, her legs went weak and she fell to the ground.

My mind went blank.

Tomorrow is the day of the East Palace wedding. If anything happens to Lan Qi, even the emperor and empress who love her the most will not let her off easily.

……

At night, it suddenly snowed heavily in the capital.

The Seventh Prince's Mansion.

"My Lord, the Marquis invites you to come over."

"Don't go."

Si Jingli wrapped himself in a quilt and lay on the bed.

This is the only way he can miss Chu Shitong now, that is, living in her house, sleeping on her bed, and covering himself with her quilt.

Although a long time has passed, these items have long lost her scent and warmth.

But whenever he thought of Chu Shitong's life here, he couldn't help but come here every night when he was tortured by longing, and comfort himself by relying on the brief connection between these items and her past.

The servant outside whispered through the window: "My Lord, it's snowing outside. The Marquis said that snow in early autumn might be a bad omen. Please come over..."

"Snapped--"

Si Jingli's response to him was the sound of a teacup smashing hard against the window.

The servant dared not say anything more and lowered his head to go back and report.

Si Jingli curled up in the quilt, sleeping and waking up, waking and sleeping. Every time he fell asleep for only a moment, he would hear Chu Shitong's voice and suddenly wake up from his sleep. But when he woke up, he found it was just a dream. He continued to fall asleep again and again after countless failures.

He didn't know how many times he woke up that night.

I only remember that when I opened the window and looked out, the yard was all white, the night was as black as ink, and it was quiet and silent.

The remaining tear marks in the corners of his eyes made him feel numb with pain.

Chu Shitong appears in every dream of his.

Si Jingli stood blankly in front of the window, the cold wind blowing on his frozen body. After an unknown amount of time, he seemed to suddenly remember something, closed the window, and quietly returned to bed.

The bed was covered with Chu Shitong's clothes. Her favorite was the snow-white satin undershirt, which he had given her as a gift. She liked it very much and wore it every night to sleep since she got it.

Si Jingli lay on the bed, looking up at her paintings hanging on the wall.

Try to imagine her face in every rigid painting.

He held the snow-white silk lingerie in his hands, accompanying her as if she were soothing his soul and body.

Low, hoarse breathing, intermittent.

He was immersed in a false fantasy for a moment, calling out her name emotionally.

"Tong'er...sister...A-Li misses you..."

In the lonely and empty room, the sound that was as low as the dust lasted for a long time, and finally stopped with the sound of a violent breathing.

As his chest gradually calmed down, the tears in the corners of his eyes fell along the wet marks on his inner clothes.

After the extreme clouds fell, an even more intense emptiness overwhelmed him.

He missed her like crazy.

When he thought that Lily of the Valley was not dead yet and still had a breath, he jumped up from the bed like an enraged demon, ready to torture the culprit's wife to death, and then torture the culprit in the most cruel way.

This is the only way, only this way, it must be this way!

Only then can the demon in his heart, which will never rest, get a moment of peace.

……