You Are My Rare Passion

Jing Lan's clear rage dissipated, and in his deep black pupils, only cold wisdom remained, "Brother Morrowind, shouldn't we make plans early?"

Baili Chenfeng glanced at him, patted his shoulder hard and sneered, "Don't worry, from now on, the world of Tianyu Dynasty will not belong to the direct prince, nor the eldest prince, but only to you! "

In the Tianyu Dynasty, the first prince is arrogant and the eldest prince is cruel. Only Jing Lan Mingche is brave, resourceful, and upright. Even if their personal relationship is not concerned, they will only be in the hands of Jing Lan Mingche in this world.

The emperor loves the eldest prince the most, and the emperor wants to pass it on to the eldest prince, so Zuo Tianye and them have become a thorn in the emperor's side.

However, regardless of whether the emperor is willing or not, for the people of the Tianyu Dynasty, the future of the Tianyu Dynasty can only be clear and clear.

Jing Lan Mingche was stunned for a while, his eyes caught sight of Lan Shan's corpse on the ground, and his heart ached, so he took off his outer robe and knelt down to cover Lan Shan with it.

He knew that Lanshan's revenge could not be avenged no matter what, because it was Lanshan who made the first move. Although Yinwu was at fault, her crime was not worthy of death. Seeing how nervous his cousin was towards that Yinwu, let alone killing him, I'm afraid even a few curse words won't be enough to vent my anger.

Although the relationship between him and Lanshan was not close, Lanshan was his imperial sister after all. He felt uncomfortable in his heart and held Lanshan in his arms, unable to move for a long time.

There is no other way. After returning to the palace, I can only take all the blame on myself. Whether it is beating, scolding or punishment, it all depends on my father's will.

He was holding Lanshan's sad arms when the door creaked open and Zuo Tianye came out alone. He turned around and closed the door gently. He walked down the steps and looked at Lanshan's body in Jinglan Mingche's arms. "Che'er, I will follow you back to the palace." .”

"No need," Jing Lan Mingche stood up and held Lanshan's body horizontally in his arms, "Cousin, my father has been dissatisfied with you recently. I can just go back to the palace and explain Lanshan's matter to my father."

"Be obedient and follow me into the palace!" Zuo Tianye waved his sleeves and left the bamboo garden without waiting for Jinglan Mingche to refuse.

Jing Lan Mingche had no choice but to follow.

Zuo Tianye carefully applied medicine to the injury on Yinwu's arm and wrapped it up. Zuo Tianye then placed her on the bed and told her to just rest and he would take care of the outside matters.

She didn't sleep all night last night and was injured again on her arm. She was really sleepy. She lay down for a while and then fell asleep. While she was sleeping soundly, she vaguely heard someone knocking on the door.

She put on her clothes sleepily, rubbed her eyes and asked, "Who?"

"Girl, it's me!"

There was Yan's voice outside the door, anxious and urgent.

Yinwu got out of bed and walked quickly to open the door, "Is something wrong?"

Only then did she realize that it was already dark outside and it was already time to turn on the lamp. She had slept for most of the day.

"Girl, the young master's residual poison is acting up again." A thin layer of sweat appeared on Yan's forehead, and his usually expressionless face was full of anxiety.

"Got it!" Yinwu turned around to get the flute, used Qing Kung Fu with her feet, and in the blink of an eye she arrived at Qinyuan where Zuo Tianye lived.

When she pushed the door open and walked in, she heard the sound of gasping that she was trying to hold back, which made Yin Wu's heart twitch.

As stoic as Zuo Tianye, if he hadn't been in extreme pain, he would never have lost his composure.

She walked over quickly, and was shocked to see Zuo Tianye in front of her.

He was sitting cross-legged on the bed, using his true energy to suppress the remaining poison. His clothes were messy, his face was pale, and even his thin lips that used to be bright red had lost their color. If he looked closer, he could see that his back was bloody and bruised, and he had suffered a trauma.