The vicious villain is in luck again

Lonicera asked curiously, "When did you meet my father?"

"My dad seems to appreciate you very much."

He appreciates life and death and wants to marry her to him.

Although Ji Qinghan has been abroad for many years, as soon as he received news from him, he would do his best to help him return to China without saying a word.

He also wrote a letter asking her to seize the opportunity.

Lonicera really couldn't understand. Did Ji Qinghan bewitch her father?

The toes of Ji Qinghan's shoes picked up the ash that fell on the ground, and her soft face also had the sharpness of a blade under the light and shadow.

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask."

Lonicera was really angered by this uncle-like attitude. He stretched out his fingers tremblingly, "Are you asking for help?"

Ji Qinghan's eyes were cold, and he held a silver needle between his fingertips.

"If you really want to know, I can satisfy you."

Lonicera trembled, and his temper disappeared instantly, "No, no, no, I don't want to know at all."

He received the silver needle.

She whispered, "You always threaten me with silver needles, does the princess know?"

Ling Dong couldn't help but think of Luo Anran's sad expression when she first started learning embroidery, and how her hands hurt every time she was pricked.

Does Luo Anran know that Ji Qinghan's silver needle makes him even more sneaky than the girl's house?

Ji Qinghan heard Lonicera mentioning An Ran again at the tip of his ears, and his already cold face became even more frosty.

He turned his back and said, "You can go."

Ren Dong saw that Ji Qinghan was so unhappy even hearing about An Ran, and secretly sighed in his heart.

Luo Anran's road to pursuing love is really difficult.

She walked to the door, opened a gap, turned her head, and spoke sincerely.

"Eighth Prince, the princess really loves you."

"She has been embroidering handkerchiefs for you these past ten days."

Baichuan was dissatisfied and said, "What are you talking about?"

Ling Dong rolled her eyes at Baichuan and continued: "Princess, she used to only know how to wield a knife and a gun, but knew nothing about female workers. For this handkerchief, her hands were pricked with countless needles."

"You are only angry because the princess changed you into women's clothes, but didn't you hear what she said every time?"

Baichuan felt angry and strode towards her, "Shut up!"

Lonicera hurriedly stepped out of the threshold and took the time to shout to Ji Qinghan.

"She loves you to the extreme but cannot love you enough, so she wants to attract your attention and keep you as your person."

"Bang!"

The door was slammed shut.

In anger, Baichuan planned to open the door and take Lonicera back.

"Baichuan, come back."

Ji Qinghan was cold and indifferent.

"Master, she is insulting your dignity. I must teach her a lesson."

"Back off."

Baichuan said anxiously, "Master——"

"Back off!"

Ji Qinghan spoke harshly.

Baichuan suppressed his unwillingness and said, "Yes."

He climbed out of the window and left.

The sun rises, and Tonghua Palace ushered in a new day.

A wonderful day started when An Ran was pricked with acupuncture again.

She stared frustratedly at the crooked pattern on the embroidery that she didn't know what it was.

"This thing is even more difficult to deal with than Ji Qinghan after waking up."

Waving his hands, An Ran said angrily, "I really can't do it anymore. To make it easier, just embroider a smaller sun for him."

Tiandao asked, "Why embroider the sun?"

"Isn't there the word 'chen' in his name?"

An Ran made two gestures according to the veil.

"Just think that what I am embroidering is the scene of sunrise."

A small sun and a large twisted pattern, there is no need to embroider other parts, it can just be the sky, perfect.

Tiandao came over to look at what An Ran was embroidering, "Well, Nvgoose, you are so smart."

It's just that he was afraid that he wouldn't even be able to tell that the embroidery was a sunrise when he fell down.

"However, since Ji Qinghan was mentioned, Nv Geese, do you have to go and take a look at him? We haven't seen him for almost a month."

"I'm not free now."

While battling with Xiu Bong, An Ran replied, "I'll go find him after I'm almost done with my embroidery."

During this time, she was limited to embroidery, and her desire to dress up was suppressed to a great extent.

Only by thinking that I can do Ji Qinghan like this and that in the future can I find hope in these dark days of embroidery.

After another half a month, An Ran became more and more skilled in embroidery, and finally she was almost finished embroidering her sunrise picture.

Ji Qinghan was busy getting rid of the effects of a day's drunkenness, and without An Ran's interruption, he almost regained his original strength.

In the past month and a half, Liandong had become proficient in touching the side hall. From time to time, he would run to Ji Qinghan to talk about the process of An Ran embroidering handkerchiefs, and then demonstrate to him how much An Ran loved him, which often made Baichuan angry.

He drew his dagger angrily.

She was scared at first, but then she became unscrupulous when she found out that Ji Qinghan was pressing her down.

Hey, she just likes to see Baichuan displeased with her but unable to kill her.

Faced with Baichuan's gaze that was about to poke holes in her, Rendong felt no pressure and smiled.

"The princess is about to finish embroidering the veil."

She sighed, "It's really not easy."

Ji Qinghan still turned his back and kept silent, so that no one could see his expression or know his mood.

But this does not prevent Lonicera from talking to itself.

She looked towards him and said seriously, "Do you know what is embroidered on the princess's veil?"

Ji Qinghan's lips moved.

"What is it?"

Lonicera turned her head and looked at the person who asked this question with a keen eye.

Baichuan touched his nose awkwardly and said shyly, "Can't I ask?"

She smiled strangely, "Don't you like hearing this?"

Baichuan's lips moved a few times, but no words came out.

It took him a long time to hold back a few words, "Just tell me."

Lonicera stared at Baichuan so hard that he looked away in embarrassment.

"Want to know?"

She chuckled.

"I won't tell you."

"you!"

Baichuan wanted to pull out the dagger again, but this time it was not because of his master, but because his appetite was half-suspended but could not be satisfied.

"A little bit."

The instigator made faces at him.

"Go and see for yourself if you can."

She ran outside happily.

"Let's go, let's go back to sleep."

Baichuan said angrily to Ji Qinghan: "Master, look at her, she doesn't look like a lady at all."

Ji Qinghan said coolly, "If she were like those wealthy ladies, would we still encounter her here?"

Baichuan was speechless.

Ji Qinghan turned around and walked towards the door.

He scratched his head and asked, "Master, what are you going to do?"

Ji Qinghan followed him all the way out until he was close to the door of An Ran's room in the main hall, and then he stopped.

There was light coming from the window, and the candlelight made the figure look huge, and also magnified the person's every move clearly.

The dark shadow of the person on the window paper stretches his hand diagonally upward, and as the long needle in his hand goes away, a thin and long black line is drawn out.

"It's so late, isn't this Luo Anran still embroidering?"

Baichuan went to see Ji Qinghan, "It's damp and cold at night, Master, let's go back."

Ji Qinghan remained motionless, with his hands behind his back, staring at the shaking black shadow.

An incredible idea suddenly came to Baichuan's mind.

Doesn’t the master want to wait outside until Luo Anran turns off the lights?

Facts have proved that his idea was right.

After waiting for a long time, the candles in An Ran's room were extinguished.

Baichuan looked around nervously, and felt relieved when he saw that the light finally went out.

Is the master going back now?

Then he saw Ji Qinghan walking over, puncturing the window paper naturally, and blowing some of the drug inside.

Baichuan's eyes almost popped out of his head.

He said in a breathy voice, "Master, what are you doing?"

In exchange for Ji Qinghan's cold glance.

He trembled all over and closed his mouth.

After observing for a long time, and guessing that the medicine had taken effect, Ji Qinghan went over and opened the door.

No push.

He was silent for a moment.

"Give me the dagger."

Baichuan hurriedly took out the dagger and handed it over.

He saw his master patiently bending down to remove the latch of the door little by little, like a flower thief.

Baichuan slapped himself lightly.

How could he say that his master was a flower picker?

After a lot of effort, only to hear the sound of the door latch falling and hitting the door panel, Ji Qinghan straightened up and pushed the door open.

Stepping into the room, he seemed to feel something and turned his head.

Baichuan, who subconsciously wanted to follow him, met Ji Qinghan's cold gaze and immediately took a few steps back.

"My subordinates are keeping an eye on what's going on outside for you."

The dagger was thrown over casually, and Baichuan caught it in a hurry.

The door in front of me closed mercilessly.

Ji Qinghan stepped into the darkness and called softly, "Luo Anran."

No one responded.

He took out the candlestick, blew a short, hard breath, and lit the candlestick.

The light dispelled the darkness, and under the warm yellow candlelight, he saw the embroidered quilt on the table at a glance.

He picked it up close and saw that on the snow-white handkerchief, half a small red sun was hidden among the crooked cloud patterns, like a shy little girl.

When the sun rises and the sky becomes bright, doesn’t it correspond to his name?

This veil was indeed embroidered for him.

Ji Qinghan touched it again and again before humming, "It's really, really ugly."

He walked back into the inner room.

Behind Qing Sha, An Ran was sleeping soundly.

Just as he was about to get closer, he kicked something soft under his feet.

I looked down and saw that the little white cat was curled up in a ball and showed no reaction even after being kicked.

Simply moving it to the side, he sat next to An Ran.

Her posture was very regular. She was lying upright, with her hands folded on her chest and pressed against the quilt. Her long sleeves were rubbed up, revealing a lotus-like arm.

The few exposed fingers were covered with white bandages.

He reached out his hand, held An Ran's hand in his palm, and carefully unwrapped the bandage.

On the pads of each finger, there are fine scabs of dried blood, which is quite shocking.

Ji Qinghan pursed her lips and clenched her hands unconsciously.

He took out the medicine bottle, took out a small piece with his fingertips, and carefully applied it to An Ran's fingertips.

After finally bandaging them, there were already beads of sweat on his forehead.

He pulled down An Ran's sleeves, gently put her hands back into the quilt, tucked the corners of the quilt for her, stood up and walked out of the room.

Baichuan paced back and forth at the door, finally waiting until the door opened.

"Master." He turned to look at Ji Qinghan and paused.

"What?" Ji Qinghan asked in a good mood, seeing Baichuan's dull expression.

Baichuan was even more stunned when he heard his softer tone.

"Master, you smile so happily."

Even if it was late at night, with only scattered palace lanterns illuminating the road, Baichuan could still see the corners of his mouth that were almost bent to the base of his ears in the dim light.

It's so strange.

After following his master for nearly ten years, it was the first time he saw his master smile like this.

"Ahem."

Ji Qinghan coughed twice, then immediately suppressed his smile and walked forward.

Just as Baichuan was about to lift his feet, he heard his words floating in front of him.

"Keep the door closed as it is."