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Since Wei Lan refused to go out last time, An Qingfeng no longer asked him to accompany him when he went out. It should have been a good thing. He didn't have to face An Qingfeng, and he didn't have to be judged by other people's eyes, but his heart seemed to be missing a piece , so empty that he was depressed, his head was full of An Qingfeng, and he couldn't think of anything else.

Do you like it?Is it love?Wei Lan didn't admit it, he thought he still hated An Qingfeng, and An Qingfeng who had never treated him equally was not worthy of his sincerity.

He needs An Qingfeng only for his father's great cause, just to be able to persist until the day his father succeeds - but in fact?He didn't get much useful information from An Qingfeng, he just lived a useless existence day after day.

Why not die?Wei Lan looked at the bandage wrapped around his wrist, he untied it, looked at the wound that was no longer bleeding, and stroked the protruding blood scab on his thin white wrist.He wrapped it up, but he didn't want to see it.

Why are you still alive?It would be great if he was dead, he didn't have the courage to see blood again, the stinging smell of blood made him dizzy and nauseated... But An Qingfeng's flustered appearance at that time made him feel at ease, it was also at that moment, He suddenly didn't want to die.

Being alive doesn't seem to be all bad.

He doesn't recognize An Qingfeng's place in his heart, but he dreams of being able to talk to An Qingfeng on an equal footing after returning to freedom.

Zhu Rui, the servant who had been serving him all the time, approached with snacks, then stopped in front of the round table, took the three plates of snacks off the wooden plate, put them on the table, looked at Wei Lan who was staring blankly in front of the window, hesitated for a long time, and said : "The prince hasn't come here recently, why don't you take the initiative, young master?"

Zhu Rui is a newcomer in the mansion, at first he called Wei Lan "Princess" like everyone else, but Wei Lan didn't like to hear it, so he asked him to call him "Master".

"Why?" Wei Lan asked lightly.

Zhu Rui bowed his head and lowered his eyebrows, as if pulling each word with a thread, he said carefully: "Young master is so cold, so you are not afraid... Your lord is looking for an outsider to accompany you?"

Wei Lan heard the implication from his abnormal attitude, so she looked up at him and asked, "What happened?"

Zhu Rui hesitated, hesitated for a long time, suddenly took a deep breath, and opened his mouth to spit out what he wanted to say: "The prince is with someone else." After speaking, seeing that Wei Lan still had no response, he jumped up anxiously: "My lord, don't you?" Do something, in case the prince, he, he..." Wei Lan's indifference still made him discouraged, thinking that Wei Lan really didn't care about An Qingfeng on weekdays, he had no choice but to spend no more time Thoughts to persuade, so as not to make Wei Lan unhappy.

"What are they doing?"

Wei Lan's tone was still flat, but since Wei Lan took the initiative to ask, Zhu Rui couldn't hide his words: "I'm hugging each other, what else can I do?" He was originally from a brothel, but he was still in the stage of serving tea and water She was bought by An Qingfeng when she was young and became Wei Lan's personal servant.Now that he has stayed and studied in that environment, Zhu Rui will definitely not be ignorant of love affairs, and even thinks that he knows how to please men better than Wei Lan, so he often feels that Wei Lan's way of dealing with An Qingfeng is wrong. But worry about Wei Lan.

Wei Lan was silent and didn't ask any more questions.

An Qingfeng swore to him that he would only be the only man in the future, as if it was just yesterday—how many years?Thanks to An Qingfeng for being able to hold on for so long.

Thinking about it, Wei Lan shook his head.

No, maybe An Qingfeng didn't take that seriously a long time ago, he never asked, never inquired, so naturally he didn't know about the existence of other male favorites... If you say "Wangfei", even if it's a real princess, it's nothing It is the prince's object, and it is an object that cannot be freed even if it is thrown in a corner after being disgusted.

An Qingfeng's eyes are always high.

"Isn't this sad?" Zhu Rui handed over the handkerchief, "My lord, you don't have to act like you don't care."

Zhu Rui quite likes this new master. Although he listened to others' warnings that he is a master who will go crazy occasionally and needs to be treated carefully, but after getting along with him this year, he found that Wei Lan is very quiet, gentle and not easily angry, although he looks fragile It was distressing, but this was the first time Zhu Rui saw his tears.

sad?Wei Lan was curious about his expression now, so he accidentally took the handkerchief from Zhu Rui, raised his hand to touch the tears on his face, and then realized why Zhu Rui handed the handkerchief—it was just a teardrop that appeared inexplicably, no wonder he didn’t know Affection.

He returned the handkerchief to Zhu Rui, and said to Zhu Rui, "Let's go outside."

He suddenly wanted to see An Qingfeng, he was curious about An Qingfeng's expression when he saw him, and wondered whether the man embraced by An Qingfeng was Hua Qianshu.

His purpose was clear, but Zhu Rui, who originally thought he really just wanted to relax, was terrified. Seeing that he was getting closer to An Qingfeng's dormitory, he tried to persuade Wei Lan to turn around and not take the risk of disturbing him, but Wei Lan Lan really didn't listen, Feng Qingyun gave Zhu Rui a nonchalant look, and told him to shut up.

Looking at the generously opened door, Wei Lan didn't feel that An Qingfeng was just drinking tea inside. After all, An Qingfeng had always been like this - licentious, let alone ashamed.

Standing in front of the gate, Wei Lan heard their voices, and he thought the other person was not Hua Qianshu.

Zhu Rui and the servants in front of the door persuaded him not to go in, but Wei Lan didn't seem to hear, he crossed the threshold and went straight to the source of the sound, Zhu Rui stayed outside the door, afraid of being angered by An Qingxuan.

Wei Lan stared straight at the two naked men playing in bed.

That person is... the only male waiter in Huamanlou——Wei Lan recalled the look in An Qingfeng's eyes at that time, thinking that this would not be the first time for these two.

An Qingfeng ignored the person who came, and only pulled out to face him after letting go. He put his right leg on his knees, showed his happy body generously, and smiled at him: "You are here!" .”

Smelling a not too strong smell of gunpowder, Yuan Hui shrank aside under the quilt.

"My lord invited me, how dare Lan'er disobey my lord's wishes."

An Qingfeng raised her eyebrows: "Invitation?"

"Isn't it chosen to be in the mansion so that Lan'er can come and watch?"

"Oh? This is the mansion of the king. Is it unusual for the king to bring people back to the mansion? How could Lan'er think this is a hint?"

But you said it only to me—Wei Lan couldn't say that, he didn't want An Qingfeng to know that he still remembered, and he didn't want An Qingfeng to think he was serious.He put away the words, pursed his lips and remained silent.He was originally determined to come here, but now he kept asking in his heart: Why did he come?What are you doing here?What's the use of knowing An Qingfeng's answer?Why humiliate yourself?Why... A nameless anger suddenly rose, burning his eyes and burning them dry.

Seeing Wei Lan's mood swings, An Qingfeng raised the corners of his mouth, flattened his palms, and invited: "Do you want to be together?"

With all kinds of words in his mind, An Qingfeng's voice still squeezed in, and Wei Lan's stomach churned, and he couldn't restrain the impulse to retch, covered his mouth, and his eyes were red.

Disgusting, really disgusting.

After watching from the sidelines for a while, An Qingfeng still got out of bed and approached him, but before saying anything, Wei Lan, who noticed his approach, quickly avoided him, as if he was covered in filth.An Qingfeng reached out, grabbed Wei Lan's forearm expressionlessly, lifted him up for a moment, and lifted him up, making him unavoidable.

The sudden pulling made Wei Lan's arm almost dislocate, and the pain made his lips turn pale, but he gritted his teeth and didn't cry out, just raised his head to meet An Qingfeng's cold eyes.

An Qingfeng didn't say anything, maybe it was too late, because soon, someone outside shouted urgently: "My lord, my lord! Your Majesty is dead!"

An Qingfeng lost his strength and let go of his hands. After only a moment of sluggishness, he picked up his inner coat and put it on, then picked up the rest of the clothes on the ground, and hurried out before putting them on.

Wei Lan clasped the forearm of her left hand with her right hand, her five fingers overlapped with the fingerprints left by An Qingfeng on it, she let out an inaudible chuckle from the tip of her nose, and murmured: "It's over."

……

Although he promised that Hua Qianyu would negotiate with An Qingxuan, An Mingxi was always hesitating. On the one hand, he was worried that Hua Qianyu would be angered by An Qingxuan, and on the other hand, he was worried that An Qingxuan's impatience would affect his recovery.

Speaking of which, if the imperial doctor hadn't judged that An Qingxuan was recovering, An Mingxi would not have the courage to disobey An Qingxuan.He thought, compared to his father's death, he was more afraid of the rift in the relationship between father and son before his father passed away, and the eternal separation between man and nature made the rift impossible to repair, and he would regret it for the rest of his life, so in the past two years, he regarded every day as a Treat it as the last day—but when this day really came, he realized that the existence of An Qingxuan was far more important than he thought.

He didn't feel real, and he didn't even want to cry, but it was as if his feet were empty, and he suddenly fell into the bottomless darkness. No matter how brilliant the sun was, everything he looked at was gray, and he could only walk like a walking dead, towards the established goal. destination to go.

The world lost its color, but the blood beside the bed was dazzlingly red.

"What did the emperor finally explain?" An Mingxi asked.

Wan San wiped away his tears, shook his head, and said with difficulty, "There is nothing, Your Majesty...he didn't have time to say anything."

When An Mingjing came to hear this sentence, he turned around to look at the imperial doctors kneeling behind him, feeling angry, he pulled up the skirt of the nearest imperial doctor, punched him hard on the face: "Isn't he Is it better! Isn’t everything better! Say it!”

The imperial doctors could only kneel down and beg for mercy. An Mingjing let go of the lapel in his hands, walked to another imperial doctor, and kicked him a few more times: "Say it!"

No one stopped him, and the imperial doctors did not dare to speak. Only An Mingjing's anger reverberated throughout the hall.

"All of them are quack doctors! Drag them out—"

"Brother Huang!" An Mingxi turned around and faced An Mingjing, "Stop messing around."

An Mingjing turned around after hearing this, and looked at An Mingxi with a pair of red eyes.He turned his gaze around An Mingxi, trying to confirm whether the person on the bed was really his father, but An Mingxi's body happened to block An Qingxuan's face. When the blood was stained, he suddenly felt fear, he backed up, then turned around, and left this gloomy place.

An Mingxin watched An Mingjing's departure until his figure disappeared from sight. He approached An Qingxuan, walked around An Mingxi, knelt down in front of the bed, and brought himself closer to An Qingxuan's ear. He closed his eyes, In An Qingxuan's ear, he said, "Go down and make amends."

Concubine Jin, who was wiping away her tears, heard his words, and said angrily, "It's treason! How can you treat Your Majesty—"

An Ming turned his head and looked up at her. The cold eyes made her tremble in fright, and she couldn't help but hug the Seventh Prince standing beside her tightly.An Ming got up heartily, walked past her, and left here as well.

Concubine Jin's tears overflowed again, she looked at An Mingxi, and said aggrievedly: "How could His Highness allow them to be in front of His Majesty..." However, An Mingxi, who was always gentle and talkative in her eyes, only said: "Quiet."

"……Yes."