Little Prince [Entertainment]

Mu Peipei's insinuations played a significant role, and Xian Ziyu was instantly surrounded by a sense of crisis.

Lian Di is such an excellent person, it is normal for many people to like him.

But he is the only one who treats me so well, maybe he also likes me?

The remaining courage in Xian Ziyu's heart was ready to move.As soon as his head was hot, he opened WeChat in a strange way, found a familiar profile picture, and began directly after wording carefully, "Lian Di, I have something I want to ask you."

His fingertips paused for a second, and then he said, "Do you have someone you like?"

If not, can I...?

After posting, I realized that my question was too abrupt.The opening remarks are also extremely blunt, almost equal to nothing.

sorry.

Why are you so impulsive again? You should find a more formal occasion and be ready to ask again.

The withdrawal time limit is 2 minutes.Xian Ziyu thought, if he hasn't seen this message in 2 minutes, then I will withdraw it as if nothing happened.

After waiting nervously for a minute and a half, there was still no movement on the other side.He retracted the message with drooping corners of his mouth. Seeing the retraction prompt on the screen, he thought it would be too difficult to explain if he was asked, so he edited a new one and sent it out, "I'm going to join the group tomorrow."

"When we come back from filming, the weather will be very cold. I want to go eat hot pot with you."

This doesn't seem like a question either.In order to match the opening remarks that could not be retracted because the time limit was exceeded, Xian Ziyu scratched her hair and said nonsense again, "Do you have time? Let's go together."

This time it took less than 2 minutes.Lian Di's reply came quickly.

"it is good."

**

Lian Di put down his phone, picked up his wine glass again and drank it down in one gulp.When I wanted to refill it, Chang Lin stopped me, "It's almost done."

"What's wrong with you recently? You're obviously not an alcoholic."

Chang Lin snatched the empty glass from his hand, "How can I go to the company tomorrow after drinking so much? You don't have to go to work?"

"not going."

He lowered his eyes, laughed unsteadily for a while, and said willfully to himself, "What kind of work do you do? It's very boring. I don't like going to work, and I don't want to go to the company either. I won't go."

As he spoke, he bent his knuckles and tapped the wine bottle, with a rascal expression on his face, "If you don't return the glass to me, I'll drink from it."

Chang Lin saw that he didn't take his overlord persona seriously at all, and knew that this person was already drunk.

Fortunately, he was prepared, and he took out the juice disguised in the bottle from under the table, and poured it for him with a natural expression, "Change to another bottle, this bottle has a better vintage."

Lian Di took the juice and filled half a glass, squinted his eyes to taste it, and commented pertinently, "It's not bad. Why didn't you take it out earlier? Obviously this wine tastes better."

Chang Lin sighed with a headache.

"You look like this because you met Lian Tang?"

He asked, "I wasn't at the company that day and didn't know the situation. What did she tell you?"

"She said my Ah Lan was not good."

Lian Di curled his lips, sipped his juice and complained angrily, "She actually said bad things about A Lan. I was so angry that I told her the origin of the name. It should have been a secret between me and A Lan. "

Chang Lin raised his eyebrows, "Name? What secret?"

Lian Di glanced at him, not easily fooled, "It's a secret."

Chang Lin saw that he disliked him for interrupting his speech, felt amused in his heart, and made a gesture, "Okay, continue, please."

"I'm angry, I'm angry, and I'm afraid that what she said is true. I've always been afraid."

Lian Di was not affected by his teasing tone, and he smoothly picked up where he was interrupted, and continued to express his speech.

"I have put you in a prominent enough position. If he still wants to see me, he will naturally find me when he sees you. If he doesn't find me...it means I have already disgusted him, and he doesn't want to see me anymore .”

"He did come."

His voice jumped for a little joy, and the next sentence dropped instantly, "But he forgot about me."

Just as Chang Lin wanted to comfort him, he saw him take another sip of wine and said, "Fortunately, he doesn't remember you either."

Chang Lin: "..."

Fine.

Thankfully it was all forgotten.If the young master remembers other people, but only forgets the loyal one in front of him, he will really go crazy, "Then, when will you be willing to tell what you are hiding from others?"

"Or tell me first."

Chang Lin said, "At least I can give you some advice after listening."

Lian Di was silent for a long time.He didn't even drink the juice anymore, thinking hard with the little IQ left after being drunk.

Perhaps because it is no longer difficult to laugh at the pressure of keeping the past in his heart alone, he is finally willing to confide some.

"At that time...he saw it all."

The entire Qian Kingdom disappeared until the end. Except for him, no one knew that Xian Ziyu himself foresaw the impending national disaster.

No one expected that Xian Ziyu would keep his mouth shut and watch Qianguo be swallowed up by the enemy country with cold eyes.

"In fact, it's good to be gone."

Lian Di said, "The emperor has long existed in name only, and the power of life and death is controlled by others. Instead of allowing those villains with ulterior motives to act recklessly and corrupt the country, it is better to have a more wise ruler. People's lives may be better. Better."

"That's what he told me. He has his own considerations."

Lian Di looked at Chang Lin and warned seriously, "You must not say that he is not good."

Chang Lin: "..." Do you think I dare to speak?

He never thought that there would be such secrets in the last days of Qianguo, "What happened later?"

"He told me to go, and I didn't listen to him."

Lian Di suddenly changed his style of painting and summed it up succinctly, "Then he died."

"..."

Too terse.Chang Lin tried to connect the two sentences before and after, but he couldn't figure it out after working hard for a long time, so he sincerely asked, "Is there a causal relationship between these two things?"

Lian Di didn't care what he said at all, and went on expressing his feelings on his own, "That's my Alan...it's mine."

"How can I look at others standing beside him? Others definitely can't treat him as well as I do. What if my Ah Lan is wronged and I hold back my sadness by myself, what if he hides under the quilt and cries secretly... ..."

With a lump in his throat, he said sadly, "I don't even dare to think about it."

"..."

Chang Lin suddenly felt that his existence didn't mean much, and he could support a whole show by himself.

"I always feel that if I listened to his words and left, the ending would be different." He was still muttering to himself, "Will he be able to live well..."

Chang Lin thought for a while, then skipped to remind him, "He's still alive and well."

After Lian Di frowned and digested what he said, his eyes suddenly lit up, "You're right."

"My Ah Lan is still alive and well."

After finishing speaking, he walked out of the house barefoot, "I'm going to find him."

"...What are you going to do??"

Chang Lin failed to stop them, so he reluctantly picked up their coats and chased after them.

Later, the few hours of wandering on the street that night when he went out became one of the few experiences that Chang Lin could not bear to look back on.

The only gain is that he finally understands why Lian Di is giving up on himself, and by the way, he laughs because of his stubborn stubbornness.

When he finally carried him home, the usually good-tempered person couldn't help but lose his temper, "What's the use of suffering yourself here? He can't feel half of your heart!"

"Have you ever thought that if Young Master really wants to drive you away, there are many ways to do it. Based on our identities in previous lives and the distinction between master and servant, you will never be able to step into the Xian family again with just a word from him. "

"He is willing to give up the only thought of living for you, and he is willing to die with you. What are you still afraid of?!"

"He wants it himself, Lian Di."

Chang Lin looked at the man who was sitting on the floor by the bed with disheveled hair, heartbroken and helpless, "Stop torturing yourself like this."

Lian Di rested his head on his knees, neither looked at him nor spoke, like a child who has done something wrong.

After a while, he finally couldn't hold it anymore and let out a low whimper.

**

This night's dream was very long.

Xian Ziyu hadn't seen Lian Di for many days since they sneaked out to play together that day, and went home quietly at night without telling the guards.

The people below said they didn't know his whereabouts.Mu Changlin was specially invited to ask, and he only said that the leader had a mission and had traveled far away.

Xian Ziyu didn't believe it, and insisted on asking over and over again, "I want to see him."

Mu Changlin's mood was fluctuating, and he repeated it over and over again. He couldn't calm down for a while, and blurted out, "Don't go! Whether it's life or death, we don't know..."

What does this mean?

Xian Ziyu's expression suddenly changed.With a cool air all over his body, his usual calm expression was full of uneasiness and surly, "Take me to see him."

The people below have all been ordered by the Patriarch, and no one dared to answer.

With uncontrollable anxiety and panic stuck in his chest, Xian Ziyu paced around the room, unable to find a way out like a trapped animal.

After a long while, his eyes flashed, and he landed on the porcelain vase used for arranging flowers beside the cabinet, and he suddenly settled down.

The next moment, amid the screams of the maid, he picked up the bottle and threw it on the ground, bent over to pick up a fragment, and without hesitation pressed it against his wrist and slashed it forcefully.

"Where is Lian Di?" Xian Ziyu asked calmly.

"Take me to see him."

His movements were fast and ruthless, as if the body was not his own, letting the sharp ceramic slices cut the skin, showing no sign of cherishing it.Chang Lin was also stunned for a moment, and even forgot to stop it.

"Tell Xian Zijue that I want to see him."

He turned a blind eye to his bleeding arm, stared at Mu Changlin closely, and scratched the second stroke with the tile.Black sigils bleed from the wound and climb up his shoulders.

Such a deserted person has such hot blood flowing in his body.

Afraid of his reckless appearance, Mu Changlin disobeyed the Patriarch's order privately and brought Xian Ziyu to the execution hall.

The thing about sneaking up on the house was still discovered.

In the dark dungeon, the smell of blood mixed with dust was sticky and heavy.Xian Ziyu looked at the almost lifeless people in the cell with a pale face, and clenched the porcelain in her hands tightly.

This person, who obviously took him to fly over the lights of Wanjia, was lying here motionless with scars all over his body in the blink of an eye.

Xian Ziyu asked softly, "Is he still alive?"

"There's still a breath left."

The guard guard sighed slightly, "I was punished the day before yesterday. I don't know what I did wrong. I have been subjected to all kinds of criminal laws, and I can bear it."

"It's good to be alive."

Xian Ziyu heaved a sigh of relief, and continued to speak coldly, "Tell Xian Zijue that I took him away. Let him go."

"Let go!"

The jailer did not dare to act rashly because of the order.During the stalemate, someone came slowly and said loudly, "Slow down."

The people beside him knelt down in an instant.

Xian Ziyu stood alone, gritted her teeth facing her elder brother who was four or five points similar to her, "How dare you hide it from me and torture me like this?"

"It's just a matter of routine."

Xian Zijue smiled slightly, and raised his hand to put his shoulder on him, "The servants don't obey the rules. If you leave home rashly, what should you do if you get injured? I will change it for you..."

Xian Ziyu avoided without hesitation, "I don't want anyone else, I just want him."

He raised the porcelain in his hand to face Xian Zijue, blood was still dripping from the unscab wound on his wrist.

"Give Lian Di back to me."

Xian Zijue saw his embarrassment clearly, and frowned, but his attitude was still as if he was dealing with a disobedient child, "Nonsense, put down the porcelain!"

"I'll go find suitable people for you. You can name them whatever you want? As long as you want, you can still have many Liandi."

"There is only one Lian Di."

"He took me out because of my order and being threatened by me."

Xian Ziyu tried to calm down.But as soon as the sound came out, she still couldn't help trembling, with a weak cry, "If you want to be punished, the person who should be punished should be me."

"Give him back to me."

He repeated his only request, slowly raised his hand and aimed the tile at his eyes, "I will obey you from now on."

These eyes are the only reason why he is valued by the family.It also allowed the glory of the Xian clan to continue.

If it is destroyed like this, the interests of the clan will be damaged, and under the wrath, the little prince who has always been cared for in the palm of his hand will be abandoned like a shoe in an instant.

Xian Zijue's expression finally changed, but it was unbelievable, as if he was looking at an unreasonable monster.

"Ridiculous! You're just a servant, what do you want to be willful?"

Xian Ziyu looked at him, and suddenly broke into a smile, releasing the anger that had never appeared on him before.

Thrilling.

This is the obsession to sacrifice everything for someone, "Of course you don't understand."

The sharp porcelain was pressed against the face, and a bloodstain appeared on the already thin skin.Xian Ziyu refused to give in half a step, looking at Xian Zijue who was both startled and angry, she burst into tears of red from laughing.

"I just want him."

**

Lian Di struggled to open his eyes.

Dimly, he saw someone squatting in front of him, talking in a low voice.

The tone is gentle and soft, as if afraid of scaring anyone, and the ending sound is so soft that it is about to disappear into the air.

"It doesn't hurt, don't be afraid."

A tear hit the corner of his eye.With a palpitating heat, it seems to be able to burn through the flesh and into the bone.

He knew that there would never be such a person who cared about him as much as he cared about his own life.

"How did you make yourself miserable."

While laughing, the little boy tugged at his sleeves and gently wiped his stained cheeks, "But... I still think it looks good."

"It's been a long time, Lian Di."

He said softly, "Let's go home."

The author has something to say: Lai Liao

This is the last cut and I send four!

——The author, who had miscalculated the progress again, knelt on the keyboard and said.

I am a little expert in sweet text, trust me!

I remember a few days ago in the comment area there was a little cutie who guessed the mole had a story, this is it (an appreciative look

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