Soft jade warm fragrance once into bosom, Langling Wang immediately held tightly, held tightly.

  His arm was like iron, gripping Zhang Qi tightly and painfully, causing her to twist uncomfortably.

  The King of Lanling suddenly loosened his arm, and as she slid down, he hurriedly supported her again.

  He put her down on the ground, lowered his head, reached out to pick up her scattered hair on her forehead, and said softly: "How cool?" Then he said: "So late at night, why not sleep yet? You'll lose sleep if you sleep late, why don't you take care of yourself?"

  He had just arranged for Ah Green and those ten servants to be there, threatening and shouting, could she sleep?

  Zhang Qi wanted to get angry, but she just lowered her head.

  At this time, her body became lighter.

  But it was Prince Lanling who carried her and walked towards the bed.

  He placed her on the couch, and he bowed his head to gaze at her. In the dim candlelight, under the light yellow bed curtains, the petite woman lay there, so delicate that with just one stretch of his hand, he could destroy her forever.

  If it weren't for being forced to this point, how would he let her see a hint of fear in his eyes?

  He lowered his head.

  Feeling his warm breath, Zhang Qi wanted to turn her head, but in the end she ordered herself to remain still.

  She closed her eyes.

  At this time, A Lu's voice came from outside, "Duke, the hot soup is ready."

  "Get out of here."

  After dropping these three words, Lang Ling Wang's lips covered hers. Their lips touched, and he said softly: "You..."

  He suddenly stood up straight, smiled and said: "Since you can't sleep anyway, why don't you follow me to ride horses and gallop?"

  So late?

  When Zhang Qi blinked at him, the Prince of Lanling had already pulled her up from the ground and casually took down a cloak to put on her. The Prince of Lanling said: "Riding horses in the night, the mountains and trees ahead are faintly visible, as if they have been there since ancient times, it feels pretty good. Qi, you try it too."

  This is not an inquiry, it's an order.

  After dressing Zhang Qi up, he carried her out of the courtyard, mounted his horse and with a low shout, the horse rushed out of the gate.

  At midnight in Ye City, it was so quiet that there was no sound. The horseshoes clashed on the street, making a hollow echo of "dang, dang, dang".

  In the sky, stars and moon shine brightly, lively yet desolately cold.

  The fine horse galloped straight towards the desolate Western City.

  Under the moonlight. A lone horse, two people. Galloping on the empty streets, between heaven and earth, except for the faint sound of a sheng instrument, except for them, it seemed as if there was no one else.

  When the fine horse rushed into a forest in Xicheng, Prince Lanling suddenly pulled the reins and stopped.

  He hugged Zhang Qian tightly, whipping his whip at the forest in front of him. He said in a low voice: "Qian, I liked to come here when I was young." He smiled and said: "At that time, there was no Qian to accompany me, so I came alone. Often sitting in the forest. One sit is one night passed."

  His voice in the spring breeze is clear and relaxed with a smile. Yet there's an unspeakable loneliness.

  Zhang Qi followed his gaze and looked at the dense forest, she seemed to see that lonely child who was trembling with fear. Biting her lip, she said in a low voice: "You're not easy either."

  "Drive!" - Lang Ling Wang spurred his horse's belly and rode out again. He said in the wind, "It was tough back then without Ah Gui."

  He galloped his horse into the woods and slowed down.

  Zhang Qi just took a glance and felt that the forest on both sides was dark and dense, hiding countless terrifying monsters, so he quickly buried his face in his arms.

  The King of Lanling lowered his head.

  Looking at Zhang Qi who seemed a bit scared, his eyes flickered. Lowering his head to look at her, he said in a low voice: "Qi, take a look over there."

  Zhang Qi followed his gesture and looked over.

  In front of me was just a piece of bottomless deep blackness, what thing could be there?

  Seeing her puzzled, Lang Ling Wang said in a low voice: "That year I was eight years old, also at this time, I sat on that hill... Hu Shangshu's youngest daughter, Hu Anxiu, was sixteen years old that year, and had always been very arrogant. That night, I saw her being dragged here by three soldiers and raped to death. I watched from start to finish, without even blinking my eyes."

  After Zhang Gui shivered violently, he said in a low voice: "At that time, the Wei State still had remnants." He asked, "Ah Gui, are you very cold?"

  It's freezing. Anyone who is brought to a place like this in the middle of the night and told ghost stories would be scared stiff.

  As he looked at Zhang Qian's trembling body, he held her even tighter. Gently stroking her hair, the King of Lanling raised his head and gazed blankly at the starry sky, saying: "Although the state of Qi has been established for some years, the remnants of Wei are still present, and with the constant wars and numerous bandits, from Ye City to Jin Yang, hundreds of miles away, eight or nine out of ten merchants who pass through have been robbed. Any woman who is not killed by dozens or hundreds of people is either taken captive by the bandit leaders or trampled."

  Looking at Zhang Qi's pale face, he said slowly: "Ah Qi, do you know that from Ye City to Jiankang, there are more than 3,000 miles of road, which is a straight line through the north and south, and the three countries of Qi, Zhou, and Chen must pass through. Without a thousand elite guards, no one can protect such a beauty like you through that long journey."

  She knew what he was going to say, and what he wanted to say was that this kind of extraordinary talent, Xiao Mo wouldn't have it, nor would ordinary aristocrats.

  Seeing Zhang Qi's cold demeanor, he raised his arm and took off his outer robe, draping it over her shoulders.

  He held her tighter and continued riding forward while asking in a low voice: "A Gui, are you cold?"

  Zhang Qi nodded and finally said: "Let's go back."

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  "Does Ah Qi not want to leave?" Langling Wang smiled and put his fingers on his lips, letting out a high-pitched whistle. Following the sound of his whistling, there was a rustling in the woods, and suddenly a small mare ran out.

  In Zhang Gui's wide open eyes, Lang Ling Wang held Zhang Gui and jumped off the horseback. He put Zhang Gui on the back of that mare, raised his head to look at her, and gently asked with a smile: "Gui, can you ride a horse?"

  Ride a horse? It seems like she knows a little bit... That's right, in her previous life, she lived in the north for over ten years and learned it then.

  Understanding her expression, Lang Ling Wang smiled slightly. His eyes sparkled like stars, "So Ah Gui can understand, that's good."

  Just as Zhang Qi was about to ask him why he was so good, she suddenly heard him command: "Sit well."

  The commanding voice was low and powerful, Zhang Gui subconsciously sat up straight. Suddenly, the King of Lanling drew out his whip and struck the horse's buttocks with a loud crack!

  With a crisp "crack", the mare was in pain. After a long whinny, she suddenly galloped forward with a loud neigh!

  "Ah——"

  Zhang Qi let out a loud cry and hastily hugged Ma Ding. Despite this, the sudden jolt still made her stomach churn violently! The biting cold wind cut across her face like a knife, while the horseback continued to buck and heave wildly with each gallop, tossing her body high into the air before slamming it back down again. After just three or five times, Zhang Qi felt as if her bones had been shattered, her body twisted askew, and she was sliding off the horse's back. It seemed that in the next second, she would crash to the ground with a thud, her head cracked open and bleeding, her limbs broken.

  Riding a horse is just a memory, let alone what she calls riding a horse. Is it just being able to sit on the back of a horse and take a small turn? She never thought about galloping wildly on a painful fierce horse like this.

  Never has there been a moment like this, when Zhang Qi felt that death and disability were so close to himself!

  In her panic, she could only scream.

  She screamed as she desperately turned her head, hoarsely shouting towards Lang Ling Wang: "Chang Gong, save me, save me..." Her voice was blown away in the strong wind, and even she herself couldn't hear it.

  Langling Wang rode his horse alongside her. The wind blew his black robe, making a rustling sound, and in the moonlight, his eyes shone like stars. He looked at Zhang Qi with tenderness and revealed his snow-white teeth, saying: "Ah Qi, how can you do this? Galloping on horseback is just the simplest part of escaping. Aren't you thinking of freedom all the time? With me here, you can practice a bit."

  What he said, Zhang Qi couldn't hear at all. She only felt that her own voice, shouting with an open mouth, was instantly drowned out by the wind. Her face was blown back and forth by the strong gusts, as if it would be blown away at any moment. She only felt that the horse's back was becoming increasingly uneven, and she was sliding down uncontrollably. She only felt that as the horse jumped high again, with a "slap" sound, her buttocks finally slid completely to one side, and her entire body tilted, her head facing downwards, heavily smashing into the ground!

  In the flash of lightning, under the dim moonlight, when the uneven sandy ground appeared before her eyes, Zhang Qi let out a mournful cry: Am I going to die? Am I going to die?!

  Just then, with a "thud", her waist was violently scooped up by someone, and as her clothes heavily slapped against the ground, her hair swept across the yellow sand, and she flipped over, falling into a warm embrace.

  She was held in the arms of Prince Lanling.

  Zhang Qi's soul was still unsettled, her face deathly pale, narrowly escaping with her life in a frantic dash, causing her eyes to roll back and her limbs to convulse.

  At this time, her feet suddenly felt warm, and it was Lang Ling Wang who took off her shoes. He gently and forcefully massaged the soles of her feet while saying in a low voice: "A Qi, don't be afraid, nothing's wrong, don't be afraid..."

  Zhang Qi slowly came to, she opened her eyes wide and stared at Lang Ling Wang for a while, then suddenly both hands shot out, one hand violently pounding his shoulder while the other hand shrilly shouted: "You bastard, you bastard!"

  She cursed until she was furious, then her mouth opened and she bit his cheek fiercely.

  He didn't dodge.

  Zhang Qi gritted his teeth and clenched his cheeks.

  The King of Lanling turned his head sideways and gazed at her intently.

  In the moonlight, his eyes were so bright and deep that Zhang Gui's mouth relaxed unknowingly.

  Seeing her lower her head, Langling Wang stretched out his hand to stroke her hair and said sternly: "A'qi isn't it always said that the people are not afraid of death, why be intimidated by death? A'qi, this is the taste of death. No, this doesn't count, because deep down in your heart, you're certain I'll save you."

  He lifted her chin, his eyes calm and solemn to the point of being almost like a stranger's, "A Qie, if you're willing, from tonight on, I can let you experience the feeling of life and death every night, just like I train my soldiers."

  Jian Zhen saw Zhang Qi's pale face, and her whole body was still trembling uncontrollably. He secretly sighed, pulled his arm back and hugged her tightly.

  At this moment, Zhang Qi was unusually quiet.

  Embracing the quiet Zhang Yi, Prince Langya returned to his mansion on horseback.

  The maidservants were ordered to reheat the hot water, and Langling Wang held Zhang Qi in his arms and sank into the bathtub. He let her soak in the warm water while gently massaging her chilled limbs. Until she fell asleep under his caress, he stopped moving.

  Gently picking her up, Lang Ling Wang changed her into the small clothes she wore to sleep while planting delicate kisses on her lips.

  At this time, Zhang Qi, who was asleep, let out a sharp cry with her eyes closed, and then she tightly grasped his sleeve, holding on so hard that her fingers turned white.

  The King of Lanling lowered his head, and one by one, he forcibly pried open her pale white fingers. Seeing that she had lost her support, she wildly waved her hands, kicked her feet, and let out a sharp cry. However, he just sat quietly on the side, not reaching out to comfort her or wake her up.

  That night, Zhang Qi was haunted by nightmares all night long. Countless times she was tormented by bad dreams, screaming and kicking her legs wildly.

  That night, the King of Lanling sat quietly on his side, watching her struggle, watching her being entangled in nightmares and screaming non-stop. He didn't move or care, just quietly watched her, focusing on her until dawn broke.

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  As soon as it dawned, Langling Wang got up. He dressed himself and took his leave. Just as he was about to reach the door, he turned back.

  Returned to the bedside. Looking at Zhang Qi who had finally fallen asleep, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, he stretched out his hand and gently stroked her face.

  He stroked for a while, then suddenly turned around and walked out of the room without looking back.

  As he walked out of the courtyard, facing the approaching Fang Lao, Langling Wang said softly: "After dawn, go and ask Li Dafu to prepare some Anhun Tang for Zhang Ji to drink."

  "Yes."

  As he finished speaking, he looked towards the east with his hands behind his back, where a red glow was gradually appearing. His tall figure stood still like a mountain. Fang Lao cautiously asked: "Your Highness?"

  He called out twice before Langling Wang turned his head around, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Old Fang."

  "Alright."

  "Major or minor matters in the mansion, no need to hide from Zhang Ji anymore... She should also experience some ups and downs."

  "Yes."

  "All sorts of dirty secrets from the noble families were handed over to her for review."

  "Yes."

  At the time Fang Lao was waiting for him to continue, Lang Ling Wang fell silent. He smiled bitterly and thought: I never wanted her to go through all this, didn't want her eyes to lose their innocence, but she's so naive and willful...

  "After a long while, he said in a low voice: 'Forget it, don't give it to her. As long as I'm around, no one will bully her. Even if she's being unreasonable and throwing a tantrum, as long as I don't allow it, there's nothing she can do.'"

  "Yes."

  "Go ahead, I have something to attend to."

  When Langling Wang returned home, it was already afternoon. As soon as he saw Fang Lao, he asked: "Have you called a doctor?"

  Fang Lao replied respectfully: "I've called her, and the medicine is also ready, but Zhang Ji said she's not ill and won't take the medicine."

  "Alright, heat up the medicine and send it over."

  "Yes."

  When the King of Lanling entered the courtyard, Zhang Gui was embroidering in the sunlight. He stood behind her and watched as her fingers trembled, taking a dozen or so tries to thread the needle.

  Under the sunlight, her face was as white as porcelain, but with a hint of green under her eyes and a dull blue on her lips.

  He walked up.

  He took her into his arms and Lanling Wang waved his hand to signal the maid to bring over the medicine.

  Looking at the soup, Zhang Qi said stubbornly: "No need, I don't need to calm my nerves." She opened her eyes wide and looked at him seriously, as if taking an oath, "I'm brave enough, I'm not scared."

  The King of Lanling glanced at her, grasped her chin, pried open her small mouth, and poured a spoonful of medicine into it.

  He spooned it into her mouth, one spoonful at a time, waiting for her to swallow before giving her the next.

  As he poured, he said in a low voice: "Death is not to be feared, it's waiting for death that's frightening..." He lowered his head and licked away the remaining medicine from her small lips. He spoke softly: "Last night's experience, even a great man would have been scared out of his wits. Ah Gui really has guts."

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  "Fang Lao, we can just go and inform Chang Gong ourselves." Zheng Yu said with a smile, elegantly and composedly, before walking towards the main hall with Qiugong, Li Ying, and several others, their steps light and graceful.

  As soon as they entered the hospital, the girls were about to shout, but in that moment when they lifted their heads, they all went dumb.

  Under the sunlight, Lang Ling Wang held Zhang Qi in his arms, spoon by spoon, carefully feeding her medicine, occasionally lowering his head, gently kissing the corners of her lips, licking away the spilled medicine.

  In the golden sunlight, a petite woman opened her eyes with tears of sorrow and grievance, sobbing as she looked at the man. The man lowered his head, patiently and gently comforting the woman.

  How meticulous, how patient, how gentle? Looking at his appearance, it seems that he himself can't wait to take the medicine.

  After all these years, he never smiled or spoke carelessly, and when killing people, he was never soft-hearted. She had no idea that he also had a patient side.

  Is he really treating her just like a concubine?

  He is so worried about her that he wishes he could suffer in her place.

  Zheng Yu's palm was pierced by his own fingernails, causing a sharp pain.

  The girls all didn't speak.

  They were arrogant, they were willful, they had the tradition and right to monopolize their husbands, and when the emperor wanted to announce that their husbands could take concubines in the form of an imperial edict, they could loudly rush into the grand hall and force the emperor to overturn the holy edict.

  But they had never seen it before, their parents, relatives and friends had never been together like this.

  When one person hurts another to the bone, is it like this?

  The sunshine shone on their heads and bodies, these two stunning people seemed to be radiant, so beautiful, so dazzling.

  Even if everyone in the world can't help but stare at them, their eyes only see each other.

  They were loud when they came in, and it's been a while since they arrived at this courtyard.

  Gao Changgong, who had been practicing martial arts for many years and had keen senses of hearing and sight, did not notice anything at all.

  Neither of them noticed.

  Unconsciously, all the noble ladies looked at Zheng Yu.

  Zheng Yu understood the pity and advice in their eyes.

  She bit her lip tightly.

  Just as she said to Li Ying yesterday, if she could put it down, she would have put it down long ago. She can't put it down and doesn't want to put it down in this life!

  So she smiled and softly called out in a raised voice: "Chang Gong? Chang Gong?"

  The Duke of Lanling's action of feeding medicine was delayed.

  He turned around and saw the noble ladies, solemnly nodded and said: "However, the Empress Dowager has summoned."

  "How did you know?" Princess Qiu's eyes widened. They had intercepted the eunuch who was on his way to deliver the imperial edict and took it themselves, so how could he have possibly known about this?

  The King of Lanling did not answer her. He turned his head to look at the remaining medicine in the bowl and said, "You all wait outside, I'll finish taking the medicine and come out right away."

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