Legend of a Drop-dead Gorgeous Princess

Lan Ling finally got up. Opened the door.

"Madam, my father sent me breakfast." Cui Hong said with a smile when she saw Lan Ling.

"Oh, eat it," Cui Hong was stunned.

"Take care of me to freshen up," Lan Ling glanced at her.

"Madam, you are not so good." Cui Hong finally couldn't help it.

"Master knows that you are gone, you are going crazy, and Master is really good to you. As a woman, what else do you want?"

"Well, it's a bit silly. I think of him as my husband. But I can't be like them. I can't share a man with others. I give my sincerity and hope that he is only good to me. ."

"You will vomit to death like this. Of those rich and powerful, which one is not three wives and four concubines?" Cui Hong looked at Lan Ling in surprise.

"You said a man can love many women at the same time? Why can't a woman do it?" Lan Ling was not angry.

Cui Hong was combing Lan Ling's hair, and the comb fell to the ground with a snap.

Lan Ling leaned over to pick it up and handed it to the back.

My hair hurts a little when being pulled, "Slow down, what happened today, your hands are so heavy."

There was a faint smell of green sandalwood around him, Lan Ling suddenly turned around, Ling Chen stood behind her, combing her hair.

"Why are you!" Lan Ling said coldly.

"A man doesn't fall in love with several women at the same time. As a prince, marriage never counts. He even dare not love anyone, because loving the wrong person will harm her." Ling Chen said solemnly.

"Like Wen Heng?" Lan Ling asked him, turning his head.

"Don't move, how is your injury?" Ling Chen didn't answer.

"Can't die."

"Have you eaten the breakfast delivered in the morning?"

"The girl ate it."

"You! I did it myself!" Ling Chen had a black face.

Cuihong stuck out her tongue and walked out.

"It's snowing outside." Ling Chen put on her hairpin.

"I'm not blind!"

"You can't talk to the king!"

"No. I didn't want to talk to you again."

"You are like a hedgehog." Ling Chen suddenly hugged her and gently placed her on the chair.

"They went to the upper mountain to hunt. My king will be with you today, okay, only with you."

"Where is she?" Lan Ling asked him, raising his head.

"Followed."

She looked up at him with anger still in her eyes.

He took her face up and kissed it hard. She struggled, "You have so many women, you find them!"

She was picked up roughly by him, and he spread her legs apart, put her in a shameful position, and straddled his lap.

She opened her eyes in horror, but fell into his violent eyes.

"Lan Ling, you've been challenging my bottom line. You make me want to stop, but you deliberately alienate me! Are you trying to catch up? Isn't it!" Wee Chen's eyes were messy and dark.

"It's obviously you, it's you..." Before Lan Ling could see what the dullness under his eyes was, he had already kissed her on the neck.

Without the tenderness and affection just now, she only vented her kisses, picked her tube top away, and leaned into her skin.

The cocoon on the fingertips sharpened slightly, but her skin sank under that force.

She likes him. She was shamelessly trembling around his neck.

"Ling Chen, do you like me?" She whispered.

Ling Chen kissed her lips deeper.

"I think you like me a bit, but why don't you want me to like you?" Lan Ling was unwilling.

His anger became heavier, and he bullied her as punishment.

Lan Ling's heart suddenly became soft.

"I just don't want to be greedy for those things that don't belong to me. Happy things are always short, aren't they." Ling Chen's voice was low.

He finally lifted his head from her.

"Don't you want to have it if you are afraid of losing it?" Lan Ling gently stroked his tall nose.

Ling Chen stared down at her. If one day he killed her family and her father, would she still treat him like this? After all, she is Lan Jingtian's daughter.

His duel with King Ning will soon begin.

So the happiness she gave him was all self-deception?

But he still couldn't help coming to her. Even Wen Heng asked her to go hunting with them.

Ling Chen let her down, "Tomorrow and New Year's Eve, we will rush back to Yuncheng on the first day of the first month."

"So fast?"

"There are too many things in Yuncheng, and this king can't spend too much time outside. Let's go, let's go out and buy some things for the New Year."

Lan Ling immediately got up, "Look, the window grilles I cut." Lan Ling showed Ling Chen the red window grilles.

"How come you have so many, your temper doesn't look like you can do this." Ling Chen smiled.

"Lan Ling hasn't been successful since he was a child, and just wants to be a good wife and mother, it's a pity..."

"The insoles you made are very fit and comfortable. I have time to make a few more pairs for this king." Ling Chen took her hand.

"Let's go, make candied haws for you, your injury is not good, just watch me do it." Ling Chen took Lan Ling to the small kitchen.

The embarrassed face was flushed to the ears.

Ling Chen found a stool for her and put on a cloak again.

"Just sit like this, don't move!"

He crushed the rock sugar and poured it into the pot, watching them slowly melt, put the red fruit and soft jujube in, evenly coated with the syrup, and placed it on the iron grate next to it.

Lan Ling couldn't help it, reached out and slapped him, "It's too hot, wait a while."

Lan Ling didn't listen, took it on his hand and blew.

He looked back at her, what was the light in his eyes? Lan Ling watched carefully, is it a pet?

The candied haws are sweet, crunchy, and slightly sour when put in your mouth. Just with her appetite.

Ling Chen did a lot and let Cuihong hang outside.

Cuihong looked at Lan Ling in surprise and envy. The prince made her food for her personally. The relationship between this lady and him is really beyond comparison.

Ling Chen took the last candied haws out of the pot and gave it to Lan Ling.

Seeing that Lan Ling was shaking his head and shaking his head, he couldn't help stepping forward to grab the same candied fruit with her.

His nose was rubbing against Lan Ling's, and he couldn't help but feel satisfied.

"Ling Chen, I heard that you have raised a lot of women in Yixiangyuan, and the women you are looking for are all suffering from heart disease, why?"

Ling Chen was nestling her face in her blue silk, when she was suddenly asked like this, frowning and looking at her: "You like evil scenery so much?"

"It's just that this question has bothered me for a long time. I dare to ask today."

He tucked her cloak, "I used to have the same dream. I said that my woman suffers from heart disease." Ling Chen whispered.

"dream?"

"Yes, it's the same dream. I haven't had it again in this period of time."

Ling Chen got up and looked at the heavy snow outside. In fact, his dream was very long. The woman in the dream is called Qingyun.

It was his wife, but he never looked at her, because he liked another concubine named Ruiyu, who was Qingyun's half-sister.

Qingyun would cook meals for him every day for him to eat, he had never been.

One day, he walked by the gate of her palace and smelled a very fragrant smell. He walked in and just took the chopsticks. Ruiyu's girl came to him. He hurried away. When he left, he asked her to wait for him. .

But he never went back. I heard that Qingyun waited for him until late at night, and then fell ill.

When he went to see her, she was dying. The doctor could not find out what disease she was suffering from. He only said that she was dead. She asked him to carve another small gourd with the word "冽" on it. She said that the gourd was lost before.

She recalled a lot of the days they were together when they were young, and only the two of them knew.

He suddenly realized that it was not Ruiyu but Qingyun who accompanied him through those dark days when he was young.

Later, he found out that the small gourd he carved by himself when he was a child hung on Ruiyu's neck. It was actually Qingyun. Ruiyu stole Qingyun's gourd.

He abandoned Ruiyu, but could never find Qingyun again. When thinking and regretting, a Taoist told him that Qingyun was a woman with a heart-sickness as a child with obsession.