"Kind and lovely Xiao Xiangxiang."
Li Zhanlan's familiar voice reached Meng Qingluan's ears.
Meng Qingluan suddenly turned her head to look at the man beside her.
The scars on his face had disappeared, replaced by Li Zhanlan's familiar handsome face. He was holding a piece of disguise material in his left hand, and a faint smile was on his face.
"..."
Grass!
Seeing that her face was as black as the bottom of a pot, Li Zhanlan was obviously very angry, so he reached out and put his arm around Meng Qingluan's right shoulder.
"Xiangxiang, don't be angry. I'm just admitting my mistake. Please forgive me, okay?"
"..."
Meng Qingluan didn't speak, hesitating about what position she could use to shoot this guy dead.
"Not going to say anything?" Li Zhanlan muttered to himself, "If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes! Come on, let's pinky swear for a hundred years and never change our minds."
"Become your father."
Meng Qingluan pulled a knife directly from her sleeve, spun around, and slashed at him.
Li Zhanlan grasped the hand holding the knife and said gently.
"Why is Xiangxiang so fierce? She was all smiles and friendly when we met last time, trying to talk about business with me, but today she wants to kill me?"
"roll."
Li Zhanlan acted as if he hadn't heard, and even pressed his face against Meng Qingluan's knife wound, shamelessly saying...
"Fine, I'll let you hit me, let you hurt me, are you willing to? Especially when you see my handsome face, my flawless skin, and my cute, innocent eyes..."
"Have you no shame, Li Zhanlan?"
Meng Qingluan could no longer bear it and raised her knee to kick his little brother, but he stopped her in time.
"No, thick skin makes you prone to acne, and now is the perfect time."
As Li Zhanlan spoke, he raised his hand and pinched his cheek. After pinching it, he gently rubbed the red mark with his palm with tenderness.
"..."
Meng Qingluan felt that this was the first time she had encountered such a formidable rival in her life.
After a few days apart, Li Zhanlan's tongue has become even sharper.
After I return to the capital, I need to hurry up and talk to the vegetable-selling lady, otherwise I won't have enough mouths to feed.
She suppressed her anger and glanced at him sideways, asking, "What are you doing here? Planning to do something sneaky?"
"Um……"
Li Zhanlan brought his face close to hers, their noses almost touching. Meng Qingluan tilted her head back in disgust, but a large hand grabbed the back of her head.
He looked at her, searching her obsidian-like eyes, not missing a single corner or crevice.
"Are you sick? Get lost." Meng Qingluan cursed at him.
With a slight smile on his face, he stepped back after noticing his reflection in her eyes and spoke slowly and deliberately.
"I regretted it after I tricked you. I'll protect you while you're alive, and I'll take care of you if you die. Xiangxiang, do you believe me?"
"If you don't believe me, get out."
Meng Qingluan was thoroughly annoyed at this moment, and she was so angry that she didn't even want to continue arguing with him about the things that had tricked her.
Right now, she only had one thought in her mind: Could you please get away from here?
Li Zhanlan glanced at her with displeasure, smiled mischievously, and forcefully pried open Meng Qingluan's hand that was holding the dagger.
Meng Qingluan looked at him in confusion, and saw him bring the dagger close to his eyes and twirl it in front of her.
Is this retaliation?
He wouldn't scratch his face, would he? She was quite satisfied with her appearance.
Meng Qingluan closed her eyes tightly, shrank her neck, and subconsciously gritted her teeth to prevent herself from screaming and disturbing the battlefield below.
"call--"
My face suddenly felt cool, and my eyelashes trembled as the light breeze blew.
When Meng Qingluan opened her eyes, what suddenly appeared before her was not the white-glowing blade of a dagger, but an indigo knot that looked hastily made.
"Hasn't Xiangxiang been talking about me? This is a gift for you."
"I don't want to..."
Before Meng Qingluan could finish refusing, the other party shoved the knot into her hand without explanation.
"Don't blame me for not warning you, this thing might save your life someday."
"...What are you pretending to be, master?"
Meng Qingluan threw the knot away without any hesitation.
Whose words are least trustworthy?
A man's words.
What kind of man's words are the least trustworthy?
Li Zhanlan.
Based on her experience, Meng Qingluan had already learned a painful lesson.
"Alright then, Xiangxiang, see you at the victory celebration banquet."
Li Zhanlan turned over, preparing to leave, when Meng Qingluan's voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Wait, it's only right to return the favor, I should give you a gift in return."
"Hmm?" Li Zhanlan turned around and asked expectantly, "What is it...!"
A flying knife came hurtling towards him, aimed only at his forearm.
Li Zhanlan remained calm and stood still. He stretched out his hand and easily caught the flying hidden weapon with his index and middle fingers.
"..."
Meng Qingluan straightened up; it would be a lie to say she wasn't surprised.
Under her astonished gaze, Li Zhanlan placed the hidden weapon to his lips, extended his tongue, and lightly licked it. The sharp blade cut his tongue, leaving a thin wound.
He didn't care at all; his smile deepened, and his lips, which were originally pale pink, turned as red as cinnabar.
"Thank you for the gift, Xiangxiang. I really like it."
Li Zhanlan took the dagger in his hand and turned to leave.
"..."
Why pretend to be a yandere?
Meng Qingluan mentally made a big middle finger gesture.
Meng Qingluan returned to her position at the top of the battlements.
The enemy forces were almost wiped out, and the situation had changed dramatically. The enemy general was also unharmed, though his armor was stained with traces of blood.
Shen Yan stood before a group of soldiers, his black armor stained red with blood, making it almost impossible to discern its original color.
The two men looked at each other, and the enemy general suddenly laughed loudly.
"Lord Shen, you are indeed a genius, a once-in-a-century talent, proficient in both literature and martial arts. I admire you."
“If I weren’t the prodigy you speak of, why would the emperor want to take my life?”
Upon hearing Shen Yan's reply, General Liao's expression froze for a moment before he burst into an even louder laugh.
"You are indeed clever. If we weren't on opposite sides today, I would love to have a good drink with you all night long another day!"
Shen Yan's eyes were icy cold, and the corners of his mouth slightly turned up as he said, "I am indeed clever. However, you are certainly not a good dog by the emperor's side."
General Liao's smile turned cold after being scolded.
"What do you mean?"
"Since you are so loyal to the Emperor, why were you willing to help Consort Wan hide her secret more than a decade ago? Tsk, what a devoted general you are."
General Liao's eyes widened suddenly, his mouth agape in shock, his gaze sharp as an eagle's, fixed intently on Shen Yan's face, not missing a single detail.
"You! How did you know?"
"I know, naturally because I've seen you before."
Seeing his frightened and surprised expression, Shen Yan laughed playfully, like a cat catching a mouse, and said casually.
"You've seen it? When did you see it? If you count the years, you were just a five-year-old kid back then... Could it be that you?!"
As General Liao spoke, a child's face suddenly appeared in his mind, and the eyes in his memory quickly overlapped with the man in front of him.
It's one person!
He couldn't be mistaken about those eyes.
At such a young age, his eyes held a calmness and composure beyond that of an adult, along with an intense, unyielding hatred...
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