The reborn prostitute will turn the sky

Chapter 952
This was obviously a lie, but Duanmuke didn't expose her. He sat down and looked at Ling'er in his spare time.

She stood at the door, keeping a distance from him, frowning and asked: "Prince Thirteen, you haven't told me what happened in the palace yet?"

Duanmuke looked at her, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said with a little hesitation: "If I tell you, I'm afraid you won't be able to accept it."

Linger froze for a moment, looked at Duanmuke, frowned, looked at him and said: "The thirteenth prince just said it, don't worry that I won't be able to accept it."

The corners of Duanmuke's mouth curled up slightly, looking at Ling'er, his smile deepened, he sighed, and said faintly: "Father is planning to bestow a marriage for Brother Ten, and the person who will be married is the daughter of Minister of Rites. I can come down."

When Ling'er heard this, her face froze at first, and it took a long time to finally digest the news.

Looking at her pale face, Duanmuke felt a little distressed, but also a little lucky. Is it true that she will give up on Duanmukai?

Ling'er didn't react too much, but just let out a faint oh, looked at Duanmuke, with a sad smile on the corner of her lips, and said: "I see, the thirteenth prince, thank you."

Seeing her smile, Duanmuke felt a little distressed. He stood up, walked in front of Linger, looked at her, and asked: "Linger, if you are sad, just say it, don't hold it in your heart."

Ling'er shook her head, looked at Duanmuke, smiled and said: "I'm not feeling bad, really."

She took a step back, looked at Duanmuke, and said, "I already know, Thirteenth Prince, you can go."

She stood on the door, a gesture of chasing guests.

Duanmuke's breathing was stagnant, looking at her lifeless eyes, he felt that he seemed a little cruel.

When he entered the palace today, he subconsciously wanted to look for her figure, but found that she hadn't entered the palace at all. Duanmukai must have done it on purpose, he didn't want him to touch her.

Although she felt a little disappointed, Duanmuke was a little ecstatic when her father intended to marry him. If she knew that Duanmukai was going to go to someone else, would she be disappointed in him?

He couldn't wait to come out of the palace, came to her immediately, and told her about this matter, but got a slightly flat reaction from her.

Duanmuke left without reconciliation. She clearly knew what she thought about her, but she still kept her distance from her. Compared with Duanmukai, is she really that bad?

He grabbed Linger's arm, frowned, and said, "Linger, I like you."

Ling'er was startled by his **** confession, she was about to break away from Duanmuke's hand, but Duanmuke grabbed him even tighter, he hugged Linger, ignoring her struggle, He said to himself: "Ling'er, if you want, I can marry you. What Duanmu Kai can't give you, I can give you."

Ling'er was ashamed and angry, and pushed Duanmuke away, her face was full of humiliation, she stared at Duanmuke, her eyes were full of anger, she gritted her teeth and said: "Prince Thirteen, I have no intentions for you, don't be too affectionate. "

She held the door, pointed to the outside, and said, "Prince Thirteen, please leave."

Duanmuke didn't move, just stared at Linger and asked, "If you don't accept me, you have to give me a reason."

Ling'er frowned, and said impatiently: "There is no reason, the thirteenth prince, if you like it, you like it, if you don't like it, you don't like it, and twisted melons will not be sweet."

Hearing this, Duanmuke also frowned and said: "That's because you didn't give me a chance. If you give me a chance, I will prove to you that I am no worse than Duanmukai."

Ling'er was not in the mood to listen to him at all. She pointed to the door and said in a cold tone: "Prince Thirteen, please leave."

Duanmuke was ordered to evict guests again and again, and even the best patience of Duanmuke was worn out. He waved his sleeves, walked up to Linger, stared at her, and said, "Linger, will you regrettable."

Ling'er ignored him, just looked outside the door, the meaning was obvious, that was to ask him to leave.

After Duanmuke left, Ling'er seemed to have lost all her strength, and her heart seemed to be blocked by a big stone, which made her unable to breathe at all.

She leaned against the door and squatted down, hugging her knees, wanting to cry without tears.

When Duanmukai came back from the palace, the first thing he did was to visit Linger. The lights in her room were still on, which meant that she was not asleep. Could it be that she was waiting for him?
Duanmukai was secretly happy, stood in front of the door, and knocked on the door.

"Who?" Linger's voice came from the door, looking a little tired.

"It's me," Duanmukai replied with a smile.

There was silence in the door for a while before Linger's voice sounded again, she said weakly: "Master is back, it's late, go to rest earlier."

Duanmukai's smile froze at the corner of her mouth, she seemed to be driving herself away.

He couldn't believe it, knocked on the door again, and said impatiently, "Linger, open the door."

"I've already rested, master should go back," Ling'er said, with deep tiredness in her tone.

But Duanmukai didn't believe it, he was still knocking on the door, with the momentum to break in.

Ling'er was frightened, it's better to open the door reluctantly.

Duanmukai looked at her, her face was a bit ugly, but her clothes were neat, she didn't look like she was going to bed at all, she was lying to herself, Duanmukai was a little angry.

"What's wrong with you?" Her complexion was not very good, Duanmu Kai was worried that she was sick.

She reached out to probe her forehead to see if she had a fever, but she avoided it. She pursed the corners of her lips, looked at Duanmukai, and said, "Master, men and women can't tell each other."

Duanmukai sneered after such a high-sounding rhetoric was brought out, there must be something wrong with her appearance.

The more he looked like this, the more Duanmukai wanted to touch her. He grabbed Ling'er's hand to keep her from moving, and put his forehead on it.

Forehead to forehead, her posture was a bit ambiguous, but Linger's cold attitude broke away the ambiguous atmosphere.

She wasn't sick, so what happened?

Duanmukai was a little worried, and asked aloud: "What happened? Are you unhappy?"

Ling'er shook her head, her face became even paler, her voice was full of rudeness, and she said in a slightly hoarse voice: "It's okay, I'm just a little tired, the master should be tired too, let's go to rest."

As soon as she exerted her strength, she broke away from Duanmukai's hand, avoiding Duanmukai's gaze, and said calmly.

Duanmukai frowned, took a deep breath and asked, "You have something on your mind, don't you?"

(End of this chapter)