Chapter 142 Saving the Paranoid Prince 34

Chapter 142 Saving the Paranoid Prince 34

Lan Ji's gaze stayed on Lingyao's face for a moment and then moved away, nodding politely.

Today, Miss Jiang specifically asked her father to find a reason to send Lan Ji out to accompany her to buy some new clothes and jewelry.

By the way, promote feelings.

Minister Jiang had always been very optimistic about Lan Ji.

Not only does he have superb medical skills, but his behavior is also prudent.

He also has his own unique insights on political affairs and will surely achieve great things in the future.

What's more, he was the savior of his daughter, so Minister Jiang was naturally happy to see it happen.

Originally, Miss Jiang did not see Murong Jing and the other man. Even if she did, she would probably pretend not to see them.

After all, she was not familiar with the Fifth Prince.

But Lan Ji saw Murong Jing and the others first and offered to come up and say hello.

Miss Jiang had no choice but to follow.

After all, Lan Ji is now an official in the court with the recommendation of his father, so it is only right for him to say hello to the prince when he sees him.

Although this Fifth Prince seems to have little presence.

But in the court, it is always better to have one more friend than one more enemy.

When Miss Jiang saw Lingyao beside Murong Jing, she just thought that she was Murong Jing's new wife.

After all, Lingyao's dress and temperament don't seem like those of a palace maid.

"Is this the prince's wife?"

"No." Before Murong Jing could answer, Lan Ji spoke first.

Everyone's eyes immediately fell on his face.

Murong Jing looked at Lan Ji, narrowed his eyebrows slightly, and pulled the corners of his mouth coldly.

It seems that the last time in the hunting ground was not his illusion.

Lan Ji also realized that his words were a bit abrupt, but his gentle face remained unchanged and he smiled gently and politely.

"As far as I know, the prince has not yet married or taken a concubine."

As a prince, no matter how poor Murong Jing was, he still had to follow the procedures when it came to marrying a wife and taking a concubine.

Lan Ji was an official in the court, so it was normal for him to know that he had not yet married or taken a concubine.

As a lady from a distant past, Miss Jiang was naturally kept away from all news.

Miss Jiang nodded in understanding.

Murong Jing's lips curled up slightly, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

"Lord Lan is indeed well-informed. However, you will be able to drink this wedding wine soon. I hope Lord Lan will be there at that time."

As he spoke, Murong Jing looked at Miss Jiang again, and the smile in his eyes became more genuine.

"But perhaps I can have a glass of Lord Lan's wedding wine first."

When Miss Jiang heard this, her face immediately turned red.

She hung her head shyly.

Lan Ji's expression remained unchanged, but he did not continue speaking.

Instead, she turned around and said, "Your Highness, I think you are here to buy jewelry today. We won't bother you for now."

Before leaving, Lingyao saw Lan Ji looking at her and then making a gesture to her.

Lingyao didn't understand.

how?

Make an appointment for a fight?

Lingyao just quickly skimmed through the plot, so she had no idea how to remember these little details.

This kind of thing is completely up to fate.

Even if she remembered, she wouldn't go.

After spending some money outside, Lingyao and Murong Jing returned home with a lot of money.

I left in the morning and it was almost dark when I returned.

Lan Ji failed to wait for Lingyao at the meeting point. He watched Murong Jing and Lingyao's carriage enter the palace without looking back.

The tea in my hand had already gone completely cold.

Lan Ji drank the tea in one gulp.

The cold tea was very bitter, three times more bitter than the poison he usually made.

Lan Ji originally thought that even though she betrayed the organization, there should still be some friendship between the two of them.

Not to the point where I can't even say a word.

It seems that he overestimated himself.

Murong Jing was called away by the secret guards as soon as he came back, probably because he had something to deal with.

Lingyao returned to her room, washed up and prepared to go to bed.

The wind blew past my ears, gentle yet sharp.

Lingyao raised her hand, and the towel in her hand flew out like a sharp blade.

Lan Ji dodged the murderous attack.

There was still a smile on his face: "Zi Zi, why are you so cruel now? You were not like this before."

What was purple like before?

Lan Ji remembered that when they met, everyone was very young, and Zi stood out among the group of children.

Girls develop earlier, so although she was about the same age as them at that time, she was taller and had a more outstanding appearance.

In a place where there are no rules and strength is king, women are much more dangerous than men.

Many women would choose to be friends with strong men, or even have that kind of relationship with them.

Because this is also part of what a female assassin needs to learn, the organization will naturally not stop it.

But she is different, she rarely gets close to anyone.

Occasionally he heard some men gathered together and talked about her, laughing in disgusting and lewd ways.

But they could only talk about it and didn't actually dare to do anything to her.

Because Zi is the key training target in the organization.

The blue machine had little presence at that time.

He is good at making and detoxifying poisons, but his fighting ability is average. When he first entered the training ground, he was often robbed of food and beaten.

This kind of thing is very common in that place and no one cares.

Except for her.

At that time, Zi was only codenamed 002.

She was half a head taller than him. She lowered her head slightly and handed the dry food that had just been snatched away to him.

Maybe I treated him as a child.

"Sister will only help you this time. Next time you either quit or die here."

As she said, she would only help him this time.

She rarely appeared afterwards, and even if she saw the same scene, her eyes would never linger on it for long.

The sword in Lingyao's hand was already pressing against the warm skin of his neck.

The sword carries the chill of winter.

Bingde Lanji woke up.

He looked at Lingyao, his eyebrows slightly curved, and although he was smiling, there was a silent sadness in his eyes.

"Sister, assassins cannot fall in love. You won't fall in love with anyone, right?"

This was the scene Murong Jing saw when he pushed the door open.