All of the above, combined with the scenes of their previous encounters, are even more convincing. From the first time Ling Yixuan witnessed their verbal battle in the teahouse, there is indeed a hidden meaning in every word, and it is measurable now that I think about it...

The roles they play are like a "grudge husband" and a "heartbroken man", it's so vivid!

They separated because of some misunderstanding, but they still had lingering feelings for each other. He thought that he was greedy for vanity, abandoned himself, and fell in love with a better, more handsome, and richer man than himself, so he

Angry; he felt that he didn't understand himself at all. He explained, but he didn't listen. He explained again, but he still didn't listen. Finally, he left in despair; but he kept pressing on him step by step; he could only keep running away...

Then, the two people who once loved each other deeply tortured each other.

"Hahaha~~," Ling Yixuan couldn't stop laughing. She was about to go crazy with the story she had imagined. She thought about two grown men performing a sadistic drama. The picture was so beautiful and there was no sense of disobedience!

After analyzing various signs, she came to the conclusion that Situ Feng and Murong Chen could not be love rivals at all! Then there was only one possibility left - love! And she was very satisfied with the story she imagined. It was so beautiful! It was really impossible.

When I thought about it, I came up with two big secrets.

The melodious music was transmitted to every corner of the yard, and the beautiful notes were euphemistic and long, looming... "Well, it's almost done!" Ling Yixuan nodded happily and put the long flute aside, "I have been practicing for a long time. Let's take a rest.

First." After saying that, he lay down on the stone table and squinted his eyes lazily...

In her sleep, she vaguely felt something falling on her shoulder. Ling Yixuan opened her eyes slightly, met the tender and caring gaze in front of her, and fell into the deep sea of ​​tenderness... Murong Chen was caught off guard, and their eyes met...

"Why are you sleeping here? Be careful you catch a cold." Murong Chen's concern broke the silence between the two.

She hugged the coat that Murong Chen had put on tightly, "Thank you, have you been waiting for a long time? Sorry... I just fell asleep." Ling Yixuan blushed.

"It's okay. You seem to be very tired. You didn't rest yesterday, okay?" As soon as he came here, he saw her sleeping soundly and seemed very tired. To prevent her from catching a cold, he covered her with a coat and looked at her.

I couldn't help but be attracted by her peaceful sleeping face... Unexpectedly, she suddenly opened her eyes.

Hearing his question, Ling Yixuan remembered that she had been thinking hard about his relationship with Situ Feng last night. Now, her red face became even more embarrassed, "Haha...it's okay."

"You don't have to worry too much. There are still a few days until the palace banquet. Take your time, we still have time to practice." Murong Chen thought that her insomnia was because she was worried about her performance at the next palace banquet.

"Ha...ok." Ling Yixuan replied with a smile.

"Here, here you go." Murong Chen handed a sachet that appeared out of nowhere to Ling Yixuan's hand. He smiled and said, "Do you still remember?"

"This is..." Ling Yixuan looked at the beautiful little sachet lying in her hand, smelled the faint fragrance from it, and said in surprise: "Lavender!"

How could she not remember? The most familiar smell in her memory was it. This fragrance strongly awakened her many memories, including perfumes, drinks, bath soaps, pastries, herbs, essential oils... necessities in her life.

It is almost inseparable from its figure. Looking back on those memories now, it seems like a lifetime ago...


Chapter completed!