The Anarchic Consort of the Prince

Cut off the robe?

Yun Qianyue suddenly looked up at Ye Qingran.

"Little girl, we cut the robe!" Ye Qingran stared at Yun Qiangyue's eyes and repeated it again.

Yun Qianyue looked at the light night, and his eyes fell on his eyes, which were full of smiles every time they faced her, but now those eyes are overflowing with too many things, like a bucket of water , With a variety of paints in it. It is said that the human eye can best reflect his heart, so his heart is probably the same at this time, is it covered with various pigments? She looked at him silently.

Ye Qingran also looked at her, waiting for his answer.

Outside the courtyard, there was an open lattice window in the middle, and the cold wind seemed to be frozen.

"Little girl, you don't want to talk to me again?" Ye Qing looked at Yun Qingyue bitterly, "Am I really annoying you? I'm not asking you to see you? We're different, some things I have I can’t help you because of my identity, but there are some things I can still protect you, but you no longer trust me and guard against me. When have we reached this point? Little girl, you tell I, besides cutting the robe and breaking the path, can I have another way to go?"

"When did I take precautions against you?" Yun Qianyue raised her eyebrows and grasped the key point.

Ye Qingran looked at Yun Qingyue, and Ren mouth spread bitterly, "Isn't there any precautions? Then why is that military military camp..."

"The night is lightly dyed!" Yun Qianyue interrupted him coldly. "I left this time and made such a big deal. Everyone came to see me. Although Rong Jing found me first, it was hard to guarantee that others would not be allowed. I will find that place. I sealed the entrance, completely isolated from the outside world, what's wrong? This is to guard you, don't believe you? If you don't believe you, I should have come out with wind embers a few months ago Seal the entrance instead of waiting until today to give you the opportunity to stand in front of me and challenge me now!"

Ye Qingran stunned, "You are not to me..."

"What if I trust or distrust you? Ye Qingran, who are you? You said that the robes are broken, but where are our robes? What do you and I have to break? Some are just It’s just a point of like-minded sentiment that I have always understood my position and responsibilities." Yun Qianyue looked at him slightly coldly. "You stop my hand everywhere, obstruct my way, because you are the Prince of Germany Little lord, there is an identity here. Do you take everything for granted? Seek my consideration? Why should I understand you? The surname night is your business, what you do is also your business. You have repeatedly ruined my shot Why do you still come to question me and make me believe you? Why do I believe you? Did you do something that made me 100% believe in you? No? Now you come to me to question and ask for a robe Do you laugh at Duanyi?"

Ye Qingran's complexion turned white, and she stepped back involuntarily.

Yun Qianyue waved his hand to stop her closing the window, and slammed the window tightly, and a cold and angry voice came out of the house, "You and I have no meaning at all, what is the point? If you think Yes, break it yourself! Don’t bother me by running here!"

Ye Qingran's white face disappeared instantly.

"Send away!" Yun Qingyue turned and left the bed, ordering with a sullen face.

Ling Lian and Yi Xue had already stepped aside. At this time, they heard all the words and stepped forward. They did not have the gentleness of the past. I can't afford you this great Buddha!"

Ye Qingran stood still, her eyes staring at the closed window for a moment.

"Dye Little Lord, please!" Ling Lian and Yi Xue shouted together again.

Night light dyed as if not smelling, cold wind blowing, his saffron blue silk was rolled up by the cold wind, the whole person was like a withered tree in winter and snow. The branches and leaves are scattered and there is no life.

"Stain the little prince, you will not leave again, the two slaves are welcome!" Linglian Yixue glanced at her again, and warned again.

Ye Qingran still does not move, stands quietly, like a sculpture.

Ling Lian and Yi Xue exchanged glances with each other, and suddenly they all pulled out the sword from their waists, and stabbed them towards the night. The two shot very quickly, with a bleak wind, and the sword instantly pierced the night robe, but he still had no consciousness at all, and he didn't even turn his eyes.

Ling Lian and Yi Xue couldn't really hurt Ye Qingran, so they stopped and looked at the room.

Fang Zhongyun Qianyue had already sat on the soft couch. Although she didn’t look outside, she listened to her position and knew that Ling Lian and Yi Xue had drawn their swords. They didn’t feel that Ye Qingran moved her body or fought back. A rough idea. She closed her eyes and said coldly, "Go back to your room and rest! He is willing to blow cold wind here!"

Ling Lian and Yi Xue heard the sword and sold it, and went back to the room together.

The Qingyue Pavilion is quiet and the sky is dark. There is no star in this night, and there is no moonlight. Through the dim light in the house, only a dark shadow could be seen in front of the window. The night is extremely cold, the cold wind is cold, like a knife piercing through the clothes into the skin, the cold into the bone.

Ye Qingran didn't seem to feel cold, standing still in the courtyard without moving.

Half an hour later, the figure in the courtyard remained motionless. Yun Qianyue opened her eyes, walked to the bed, came to the bed, took off her shoes and socks, went to bed, covered it with a quilt, and waved out the lights.

The lights in the house went out, and the night in the courtyard was dark again.

Yun Qianyue closed her eyes again. Today, she made one day's clothes. Although she did half of it, she also struggled. She had planned to finish it all night, but now she is in a mood. Shield the irritating thoughts and ideas in your mind, and sleep in front of the wall.

I don't know how long after that, there was a trace of clothing wind coming from the west wall.

"Who?" Ling Lian and Yi Xueqi sipped together and rushed out of the house.

"It's me!" Ye Tianyi's deep voice sounded.

"Regent?" Ling Lian and Yi Xue only saw a black shadow and could not see their faces, but looking at their outlines and listening to their voices, knowing that it was night and night, they glanced into the house involuntarily.

"Huh!" Ye Tianyi responded.

"So late at night, I don't know what the regent king told my young lady? My young lady fell asleep!" Ling Lian settled and looked at Ye Tianyi and asked.

Ye Tianyi glanced at Ling Lian lightly, without answering, and walked towards Ye Qingran.

Ling Lian and Yi Xue glanced at each other, withdrew their swords, and gave way, but did not stop.

"Yan Qingran, go back to the house!" Ye Tianyi came to Ye Qingran and reached out to pat his shoulder.

Ye Qingran was motionless, and seemed to feel that Ye Tianyi had come.

"Ye Qingran!" Ye Tianyi's voice aggravated, Shen Sheng shouted again, and the hand was tapped again on his shoulder.

Ye Qingran lowered her shoulders a little, moved her body, and slowly turned around.

Ye Tianyi looked at Ye Qingran, blowing too long in the cold wind, and his face was covered with a layer of frost and snow. He couldn't see his look clearly, but only felt that his breath had merged with the dark night of Qianyue Pavilion. He glanced at him carefully and said with a deep voice: "Go back to the house now!"

Ye Qingran looked at Ye Tianyi for a moment, and it seemed that after a moment, it was clear that he was ordinary. His lips moved, and his voice was very low, "Ye Tianyi, can you be hard to suffer when you want to die?" Ye Tianyi squinted. Squint, don't speak.

"Are you there too?" Ye Qingran's voice hardly heard, "I have it now!"