sheep hunt

Han Ziling never expected that Huang Yifan would say such vicious words.

His hands on the buckle were frozen there, clenched tightly together, the knuckles turned white.

His eyes were blank, and he unconsciously chased after Huang Yifan, until Huang Yifan's figure completely disappeared, he stretched out his fist and caressed his heart.

It seems to have been pierced by an invisible sword, with bright red blood rushing out, heart-piercing?Heartbroken?Heartbroken?I'm afraid, I can't even describe his feelings at this time!

Han Ziling's head lowered slowly, his eyes, which were gradually losing their luster, flickered slightly, and then closed, the thick and long eyelashes cast a fragile shadow on his fair skin.

With his movements, the black hair slowly flowed down from his head, blocking all his expressions...

It's really painful and tiring...

What is his persistence for?

Huang Yifan has changed unconsciously...just like him...

...

Standing on the spot in silence for a long time, Han Ziling opened his eyes and raised his head again, his face was filled with unbearable sadness, but his eyes were as deep and silent as water, dark and without a trace of luster.

"It's so cold..."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and gathered his clothes... but he didn't know if it was because his body was cold or his heart was cold.

Moving slowly, he left the bedroom.

After leaving the bedroom, Huang Yifan was nowhere to be found. Finally, after being reminded by Eunuch Hai, he found out that Huang Yifan had gone to the Imperial Garden.

Only then did Han Ziling recall that last night, Huang Yifan seemed to have promised to accompany the princess Hua Xinyan of the Hundred Flowers Dynasty to watch the imperial garden today...

He shouldn't bother, after all, in his opinion, Hua Xinyan and Huang Yifan are a good match...

But...With Huang Yifan's current physical condition, he can't give any woman happiness. Any woman who marries him means that he will be a widow in his later life...

However, speaking of this, the more important thing is that Huang Yifan must leave an heir before his death, so that the matter of Huang Yifan's concubine getting married is imminent again.

The reason why he followed Huang Yifan step by step was because he was afraid that he would get sick again... But now he thinks that Huang Yifan, who just got sick last night, shouldn't have problems so soon... So, it's better not to annoy him...

Han Ziling sighed silently, and finally decided not to disturb them, and let the two of them be alone.

Han Ziling guarded Huang Yifan for a long time last night, he hadn't eaten since morning, and he was in a daze.

Without the belief of following Huang Yifan's side, he was infinitely confused in the palace, not knowing where his place would be.

He walked unconsciously, probably because he was really in a trance to the extreme, and he bumped into a person while walking.

After falling into the arms of that person, his eyes darkened, and then he lost consciousness. Before he lost consciousness, his eyes flashed pale.

Faint doubts crossed his shallow consciousness. In the palace, is there anyone wearing white clothes...

The person holding Han Ziling was the envoy of Hundred Flowers Dynasty, the only male envoy.

Dressed in white, she looks like a fairy, gentle and elegant, handsome and gentle.

He looked at the man who fell into his arms and was as tall as him, and with just one glance, he recognized that the man was the sweetheart that the regent pointed out last night.

The corners of his lips curled into a gentle arc. He half-supported Han Ziling, and carried the unconscious Han Ziling forward, but he was stopped by a lazy voice after he had just taken two steps: "Stop."

The emissary in white frowned slightly, stopped her body, but didn't turn around.

The person behind him seemed to be walking very fast, the sound of the clothes rubbing was obvious, the messenger in white was still thinking, a red robe appeared in front of his eyes, by the way, there was an elegant and quiet fragrance of plum blossoms in the air.

The messenger in white lowered his eyes and shouted as if to salute:

"His Royal Highness the Regent."

With a lazy smile on Huang Feiyan's beautiful and charming face, he raised his hand and said, "There's no need to salute, what's wrong with him?"

He refers to Han Ziling.

A strange emotion flashed across the face of the messenger in white:

"The lord just passed out in front of the minister."

"Oh…"

Huang Feiyan's ending sound was raised, and he seemed a little surprised.

After all, Han Ziling's internal strength is deep, and it is not so easy to faint, but he immediately reacted, stretched out his hand to the messenger and said, "Then thank the messenger for saving him, now, I will take him down to find the imperial doctor, just Don't bother the messenger."

The messenger in white immediately helped Han Ziling to Huang Feiyan, and Huang Feiyan pulled Han Ziling into his arms with a slight effort.

As soon as he picked it up, his brows frowned.

After just a few days without touching him, he has already lost so much weight. Could it be that Huang Yifan and his little junior didn't give him food all day long?

A faint anger emanated from him, even Huang Feiyan himself didn't know what kind of cherishment and pity there was in the eyes he stared at Han Ziling.

The white-clothed emissary took a panoramic view of this, and knew that he shouldn't stay, so he saluted and left.

Huang Feiyan agreed.

It wasn't until he walked away that he raised his eyes to look at the pale white.

Messenger?

Such a detached temperament, and some inherent nobility that cannot be concealed, is it really just a messenger...

However, that is not important to him, he is now going to take his uncle to take good care of his body, as for those messy things, let Huang Yifan take care of them---although Huang Yifan has been watching It's pleasing to the eye, but Huang Feiyan has to admit that Huang Yifan is indeed very powerful...