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Xuanyuan Yun's words caused Xiao Lan to be stunned for a moment and a moment later, Xiao Lan looked at Xuanyuan Yun as if nothing had happened.

"No one has told me anything about you. I don't know what's so strange about that."

"Oh?"

"You can forge strong crossbows, and train the Heaven and Earth Bash. You can speak without thinking. You don't know that I am your mother's servant, do you mind explaining to me?"

"I..."

Xiao Lan held her breath for a moment.

Seeing Xiao Lan not saying a word, Xuanyuan Yun spoke again.

"Also, how did you do such a thing as an ordinary person saying that you can't?"

"…" Xiao Lan became increasingly speechless.

"Don't say it?"

"…" How did she say it?

"Alright, This King doesn't care about that much. You only need to tell This King who you are."

"I am... I am Fang Lanyi. "

Hearing that, Xuanyuan Yun shook his head, "Uninteresting."

Uninteresting?

They weren't looking for a joke, so why did the word "boring" appear in his mouth?

For a moment, Xiao Lan stared blankly at Xuanyuan Yun.

Even though Xuanyuan Yun felt Xiao Lan's daze, he didn't pay any attention to her. Instead, he walked into the Xin Bamboo Garden and headed straight for the master bedroom.

Just as the two of them entered the inner room, a servant girl with a pretty face quickly walked in with a pot of tea in her hand.

The servant girl lowered her head and respectfully placed the cup of tea on the wooden table, then raised her head to pay her respects. However, when she saw that Xuanyuan Yun was actually holding Xiao Lan, she stood there in a daze.

Xiao Lan was the first to notice the strangeness of the servant girl, and he raised his head to take a glance.

This gaze finally caused the servant girl to recover her senses. She quickly bent down, but her voice was still unsteady as she spoke.

"This servant, Meng Yingying, greets Your Highness, greets …" "Princess Hua-Yang."

Xuanyuan Yun acted as if he didn't hear a thing, smoothly placing Xiao Lan on the bed and even taking out a soft cushion to place on Xiao Lan's back for support.

At this point, Xiao Lan was even more stunned. Could this Xuanyuan Wentian have become addicted to acting? Why is it never-ending?

There was no one left now, and he didn't have to.

That's not right.

There was someone there. Xiao Lan couldn't help but look at that maid who called herself Meng Ying.

Oh ~

So it turned out that Xuanyuan, who was in the dark and in the open, was possessed by these palace maids and eunuchs.

No wonder, no wonder, this way he could figure out all of Xuanyuan Feng's actions.

Xiao Lan leaned back and found a comfortable spot. Her gaze indifferently swept the surroundings.

Since the play had been performed by two people, she naturally couldn't let Xuanyuan Po hold it up by himself. She should cooperate with him.

She might even be able to play it. After getting the favor of Xuanyuan Po, she could still raise some conditions.

When she thought about how Xiao Lan's gaze had accurately found Xuanyuan Yun, and how she had just reached the wooden table and brought her a cup of green tea, Xiao Lan's voice sounded.

"Prince, I'm thirsty too."

There was nothing wrong with Xiao Lan's words, but the problem lay in her voice. Her voice was truly tender and delicate, making one feel numb to the core with every word she said.

Xuanyuan Wentian's arm that was holding the teacup stopped in mid air, causing the flesh on his face to shake a few times.

The maid Mengying, who had stood up precisely, was once again forced to kneel on the ground by Xiao Lan's voice.

[Oh my god …]

Meng Ying had followed the prince since she was young. She knew the prince's temperament. When she saw him come back with the princess in his arms, she was astonished.

Now that the wangfei had spoken, she knew that the prince hadn't looked for a girl in all these years because he liked this.

Sigh, how unexpected, how unexpected.

Xiao Lan could not help but call out again when she saw Xuanyuan Yun holding the teacup as if he was frozen in place.

"Prince, chenqie is talking to you."

This time, Xuanyuan Feng finally had a reaction. He slowly turned his head and looked at Xiao Lan with a serious gaze that was filled with a mess.

"What are you doing?"

What did she do?

Cooperate with him in acting?

Why, I don't understand.

Xiao Lan lightly smiled.

"I'm not doing anything. Chenqie just wants to say that chenqie is thirsty and wants water."

Seeing Xiao Lan's face full of smiles and her coquettish eyes and her enchanting body, Xuanyuan Feng could not help but clench the teacup in his hand with force.

Was he possessed? Which demon possessed him?

Xuanyuan Yun carried the tea that he did not drink and slowly walked in front of Xiao Lan. He looked at Xiao Lan with an extremely cautious gaze.

"Here you go."

Xiao Lan received the teacup happily as she held it in her hand, her eyes filled with the light strands of peach blossoms.

The servant Meng Ying's eyes opened wider and wider as she looked at Xuanyuan Yun. Since even the wangfei was like this, the prince would definitely do as he said and pamper her. Amazing, she wouldn't be able to stay here any longer.

Silently, Meng Ying quietly retreated.

Xiao Lan quickly glanced at Meng Ying's departing figure. Seeing that there was no one in the room, she stopped smiling and placed the half-finished tea on the bedside cabinet. She then took off the heavy hair ornament on her head in a disorderly manner.

Without the pressure of the heavy object falling on top of her head, Xiao Lan heaved a long sigh of relief.

Finally, it was comfortable.

But when she looked up again, Xuanyuan Po was still standing by her bedside, and she couldn't help but ask.

"What are you standing here for?"

The performance had already ended and everyone had left. Why was he still standing there foolishly?

For the second time Xuanyuan Po felt the flesh on his face twitch.

"This King should be asking you this. What are you going to do?"

Hm?

Ask her?

She …

Xiao Lan blinked. "I won't do anything."

If she didn't do anything, wasn't she doing enough?

Xuanyuan Yun's gaze swept across Xiao Lan with an extremely sharp gaze.

Xiao Lan was stunned when she saw this. What kind of expression was this?

Not happy?

Could it be that her coordination was bad, and her acting was too clumsy? However, he couldn't blame her. After all, she wasn't a professional.

Seeing that Xuanyuan Wentian was still looking at her, Xiao Lan couldn't help but raise her brows slightly as she pretended to naturally glance out the window at the pitch-black night. It's about time to rest, and her body still needed to recover …

"That …"

Xiao Lan withdrew her gaze and took the opportunity to scan through the inner room before her gaze finally descended onto the nearby flat ground.

"Xuanyuan, please sleep there tonight."

Xiao Lan pointed at the slightly narrow collapse.

Xuanyuan Feng followed Xiao Lan's finger and looked over. His eyes focused and after a moment, he did not say anything. Instead, he walked over to the wooden table and sat down.

Xuanyuan Yun picked up another teacup and poured himself a cup of tea. He did not drink it, but played with it in his hands.

Xiao Lan's gaze followed behind Xuanyuan Yun's figure and stared fixedly at his every move.

What was this?

A cup of tea before bed?

Just as Xiao Lan wasn't about to become curious, Xuanyuan Yun slowly opened his mouth and spoke with a low and deep voice that was filled with magnetism.

"Didn't you have something to say to This King? Why, aren't you going to say it?"

Xiao Lan was instantly stunned, and her breathing became slow as well.

This monster knows all about it!

She did have something to say to him, but … Looking at the scene now, it didn't matter whether he said it or not.