He couldn't let her go, and after some hesitation, he came over even though he knew it was wrong.

After he finished speaking, Liu Chu laughed at himself: When he talks to Zhou Lang, he acts like a fool.

However, Zhou Yangling did not laugh at him. When the servant knocked on the door, she even invited him to come in for a cup of tea. But King Chen stepped back, looking at Zhou Lang as if he were a ferocious beast, and shook his head hastily. Zhou Yangling's eyes moved slightly, and she looked at him, but said nothing. Since he was not coming in, she bowed and said goodbye. King Chen then gathered his courage behind her back: "Tomorrow, I'm afraid, I can't send you off if you are seen by political enemies... You, you be careful."

Zhou Yangling said gently: "Yes. Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. I have been taken care of by you in Jianye, and I should repay you this time. And my political views are the same as yours, so I am naturally willing to help Lu Sanlang."

Liu Chu nodded absentmindedly.

Zhou Yangling said goodbye again, but she was stopped by the person behind her again. It happened over and over again, and the smart girl realized something. When she turned around and looked at the young man behind her for the last time, she was grabbed by the sleeve by King Chen, and her wrist was clearly stiff in the sleeve, but King Chen was immersed in his own embarrassing thoughts and could not notice it.

Liu Chu silently took out a small sandalwood box carved with Mulan from his sleeve. He opened the box and found a sachet quietly placed inside.

Liu Chu smiled briefly and reluctantly, and when he pointed at the incense bag, he was almost powerless: "The master of Kaishan Temple came to the palace to preach Buddhism, and my mother asked for it. I took one more and gave it to you. There is a talisman given by the master inside, you must not open it. Otherwise, it will not work."

Zhou Yangling took the sachet and rubbed her fingers over the flowers and plants embroidered on it. The embroidery was crude, but the threads and fabrics were top quality. As soon as she touched it, she guessed that the person who embroidered the sachet was a noblewoman of a very high birth. Only a noblewoman, who did not make a living from this, could have such poor embroidery. Combined with King Chen's words, the answer was obvious: this sachet was embroidered for King Chen by his mother.

His mother asked for the sachet for him, but he gave it to her?

On Zhou Yangling's peaceful heart lake, spring water bloomed and ripples appeared. Under Liu Chu's gaze, she leaned forward, bowed to him, and whispered, "Thank you for your care, young master."

A door closed between the two of them.

Liu Chu stood motionless at the door, with a handsome face and long eyelashes, and he looked at the man in the door quietly. Just like every time before, he suppressed his thoughts and hid his thoughts. But this time was different from the previous times. When he looked at Zhou Lang, Zhou Lang did not turn around. Zhou Lang stood in the door with his robe fluttering, and looked at him in the same way.

"Bang." The door closed completely.

The vague, shy thoughts were blown away by the chilly autumn wind in the alley.

Behind a door, Liu Chu leaned against the wall, his eyes lowered in a daze.

Zhou Yangling stood inside the door, carelessly rubbing the incense bag, and found that the mouth of the incense bag had been sealed. She hesitated for a moment, but still asked the servant to fetch scissors and opened the incense bag. After opening it, the scent of medicine and flowers filled her face, and she opened the incense bag and searched around. There was no so-called talisman drawn by the so-called magician, but a red acacia bean, spread out in the girl's white and clean palm——

It turned out that his mother did not ask for a talisman to bless him, but made a sachet and wanted him to give it to the woman he loved.

Looking down at the acacia bean, Zhou Yangling's fingertips trembled slightly and his heart shook at an inopportune time.

Slowly leaning against the wall, the girl tightly grasped the acacia beans in her hand, and instantly heard the unspoken thoughts, and understood why the man helped her so much. It was late at night and the dew was heavy, wandering outside the door, what was the man trying to do. It was that sentence that was inappropriate at the right time and right in her heart -

I love you so much that I both hope you know it and I am afraid you know it.

…

Separated by a wall, it is hard to express one's feelings.

However, it was inappropriate. Miss Zhou frowned and was confused: Does Prince Chen admire her, or... has a preference for Long Yang?

…

When Zhou Yangling of Jianye said goodbye, Lu Yun and Luo Lingyu had already set out on their way back to Nanyang in the war-torn cities of the north. The battle of Ruyang was handed over to Wang Laiding of Hengyang, and Lu Yun urgently needed to return to Nanyang to cooperate with the battle of Ruyang and kill the enemy together. Hurrying with the journey, the horse traveled dozens of miles a day and still stayed in the official post station at night.

Luo Lingyu went to bed early because she was not feeling well.

Lu Yun was doing his routine of reviewing government affairs and writing and replying to letters until late at night. Late at night, he returned to his room, opened the bed curtains and saw the girl sleeping peacefully in the tent. Like a crabapple tree on a spring night, her long hair was scattered on the pillow, and her cheeks, half buried in the quilt, were red from sleeping. Such a messy, unconscious beauty was tempting to be picked.

Lu Sanlang's Adam's apple rolled, and he turned his head in embarrassment and put it down in the tent. He couldn't help but feel agitated when he saw her like this. But he shouldn't be so reckless - her injuries from him hadn't healed yet, and her legs were hurting; and he was very busy with official duties, so Lu Yun was still worried that she would get pregnant at an inappropriate time.

He secretly regretted that he had touched her that day out of sheer delusion, and he could not forget the pleasure. Now thinking about it, it was not a good thing.

Lu Sanlang left the house in a hurry and returned to the room arranged for him by the post station. After washing up, he was too awake. Because he was separated by a door and was always thinking about someone, he couldn't fall asleep at all. Lu Yun simply made some tea to drink, called his followers, and continued to work.

The followers who couldn't sleep well at night were miserable. Luo Lingyu, who was sleeping soundly, had no idea that Lu Sanlang was making tea by himself. She had never enjoyed the treatment of having tea made by him.

It rained in the middle of the night. I opened the window. After the previous snow, winter was slowly approaching. There was not much green outside the window. Lu Sanlang sat by the window, listening to the rustling of rain and the gurgling of tea on the stove. The attendant came in and said, "My dear, Fan Lang has been brought in."

…

After a few days, Lu Yun finally figured out the story behind Luo Lingyu's arrest without telling her. He was so angry that he could not let Fan Lang go, and he also wanted to question the purpose of the Fan family in Nanyang. He wrote a letter to Nanyang, and the Fan family gave in and admitted defeat. What surprised Lu Yun was that the stubborn Fan Silang Fan Qingchen did not resist this time.

Fan Qingchen admitted defeat.

The sound of rain was falling. Fan Qingchen was led by his followers and saw the handsome man sitting beside the bed. The man was wearing a green robe and brewing tea. He glanced at him nonchalantly, and it was clear that he was wary of him, but he was not impulsive.