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Seeing this, Zhou Yan immediately knelt down in a panic.

"I beg you to raise your hands high. This kid didn't mean to offend. He was spoiled by me. I'll take him back right now."

A servant stepped forward to reprimand.

"Bold, dare to quibble after offending the third prince, no matter how fine you are, you will not be too punished, just bear it."

Lin Luan felt that the foot was a little heavier.

The third prince, Jiang Zishuo, didn't wear a hair crown or jade hairpin. Instead, he braided his hair like a barbarian, wrapped it around his chest, and wore a riding outfit.

There is a delicate wiping forehead between the foreheads, which is woven with gold and silver threads in a complicated way, which makes him look wild.

The whole person even smiled with arrogance.

At this moment, he was smiling wickedly, stepping on Lin Luan's neck.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is deliberately making things difficult. Ai Ai didn't say a word for a long time during Zhou Yanqi, and just cried.

Lin Luan couldn't see a woman crying, especially if it was his mother, so he yelled.

"Mother, don't cry, I don't hurt."

Zhou Yan paused, and cried even harder.

The slave reprimanded him.

"Why are you crying? He himself said it didn't hurt."

At this moment, the housekeeper heard that he was looking for it, and the maid who led the way was still behind her. It seemed that the maid just saw that the situation was not good and left quietly, and came back after finding someone who could speak.

The butler stepped forward and apologized.

"Third prince, please make it easier for me. The master said, tell them to come over. You are an honorable person, so don't argue with them."

This one naturally refers to Zhou Yan and Lin Luan.

Jiang Zishuo was a little dissatisfied, he snorted softly, but still let Lin Luan go.

"In that case, forgive him once."

Zhou Yan wanted to help him, but was glared at by the servant, so he had to be obedient.

Lin Luan's little black cloak was stained with gray, and it was white. Lin Luan had a pair of peach blossom eyes, and his hair was messed up just now, scattered on his ears and temples. It's like being bullied.

Lin Luan was already getting impatient, but he still didn't dare to lose his temper. He also knew that he was the one who lost his temper at this time. He got up silently, and when he was about to get up, he was kicked in the heart.

Jiang Zishuo spotted the gap he had just got up, and didn't even have time for Lin Luan to react.

Zhou Yan yelled, and was pressed down on his shoulders, so he could only watch there.

The corners of Lin Luan's painful eyes were red, and tears were hanging from the corners of his eyes. He forcefully held back the tears, and raised his eyes to look at the third prince bitterly.

Jiang Zishuo wanted to continue kicking, but he saw Lin Luan's pupils were as deep as water, and he was sobbing.

He withdrew his foot for some reason. Jiang Zishuo was used to being arrogant on weekdays, but the people who bullied him were basically tough guys who would never bow their heads like him. How could it be like this, who started crying at the slightest disagreement, especially the half The big boy doesn't look like a troublemaker.

He rubbed his nose, feeling a little regretful. If he had known earlier, he would not have listened to that stinky girl's entanglement. His biological mother was the imperial concubine, who was extremely favored. She and Mrs. Lin were cousins. There is also a lot of walking in the government.

Mrs. Lin has three sons and daughters, two legitimate sons, and a young daughter. That girl was already arrogant and did not want to see those concubines. He was so angry that he went crazy and pestered him to insist on teaching that illegitimate child a lesson. He thought it would not be difficult, so he agreed.

Thinking of this, Lin Luan has red lips and white teeth like a little girl, and even has a temper like a little girl, but after being bullied for a while, he started crying, and he felt a little guilty when he touched his nose.

Feeling a dull pain in his heart, Lin Luan got up slowly and went to find Zhou Yan. As soon as he walked to Zhou Yan's side, Zhou Yan pulled him to kneel down, and Lin Luan's knee that had just fallen felt a stabbing pain again.

When Jiang Zishuo saw Jiang Zishuo subconsciously wanted to help Lin Luan, Lin Luan thought that he was going to press his head again, and he was also anxious. He rushed over like a calf. The third prince was a head taller than him, and he hit his chin just in time. , Tears came out on the spot, Lin Luan held his breath, opened his mouth and bit, and the two of them fell together and rolled into a ball.

"Presumptuous! Si Qing, go and get rid of that bastard!"

There was only a roar, and then someone clamped Lin Luan's hand, and Lin Luan reluctantly let go, but before he let go, he gnawed and bit the blood from his mouth.

Seeing that he didn't let go, the guard Si Qing put his fingers into his mouth, and pulled away abruptly. Some saliva turned into silver threads, and Lin Luan was forced to open his mouth, and the saliva flowed out. Lin Luan's face and Si Qing's hands,

His hands were also clamped, behind his back, Si Qing pressed his knee against his back, so he had no choice but to kneel down.

The bright red tongue faltered, showing a hint of ambiguity and obscenity.

Si Qing was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but relax his hands and feet.

Someone came to help Si Qing pull Lin Luan away, only then did Lin Luan see a large group of people standing in the corridor, among them was an old woman who was being supported by someone and was holding a cane with a livid face.

Seeing blood on the third prince's neck, everyone was in a panic.

Lin Luan was pushed down by Si Qing to kneel down on the steps, and the dim light from the lantern made his complexion even more fair. There was blood at the corner of his mouth, and with the saliva on his face, he looked like a man-eating monster.

From a distance away, Lin Luan felt that the people around him were secretly looking at him. Lin Luan was a small-minded person who wanted to save face. He didn't feel timid with so many people, but raised his head and smiled provocatively at them.

The lantern was dimly yellow, and the corners of his mouth were bloody, and his slight smile was captivating, captivating.

A group of people went back to the old lady's courtyard. The third prince was surrounded by others and entered the house, while Lin Luan was pressed down and knelt at the gate of the courtyard.

At this time, the third prince was surrounded by people in the room asking for warmth, and he felt angry. A dog bit Lu Dongbin, he didn't know a good heart.

He obviously didn't want to bully him anymore, but the man bit him instead.

He suddenly remembered that when Lin Luan bit him, his hair was disheveled, his pretty eyes were staring at him, the corners of his eyes were reddish, that eyes were a bit cold, but it made him feel hot all over.

Jiang Zishuo blushed all of a sudden.

"Third prince, he was raised in the countryside since he was a child, you see, don't you care about asking that ignorant thing to kneel for a day?"

Jiang Zishuo was distracted when he suddenly heard someone ask him something, and he blurted it out, thinking about the redness in the corner of Lin Ran's eyes.

The room was noisy, Jiang Zishuo was thinking about that blush, and he didn't even feel pain in his neck.

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Zhou Yan came out of the yard with tears in his eyes, and took his hand.

"My son, you just kneel for one day, mother has no ability, even you-"

"Aunt Zhou better go back to the yard and tidy up quickly, otherwise the old lady will be angry when she sees her later, and it will be the young master who will suffer."

The butler interrupted her.

Zhou Yan walks away with tears in his eyes, turning his head three times at every step.

Lin Luan didn't know what to say, he could coax women, but this method didn't work for Zhou Yan, Zhou Yan couldn't help crying, so he had to yell at her again.

"Mother, don't cry, I don't hurt."

Lin Luan is a libertine, when he smiles, he is very kind. He is a handsome young man who dares to say anything stupid, but when he is not smiling, he has a cold feeling.

His little cloak fell off a long time ago, his well-pinned hair was messed up, and the corners of his mouth were still stained with dried blood. Others should be ashamed, but Lin Luan had a strange style on him. The beautiful young man described it Kneeling in embarrassment at the gate of the courtyard.

People coming and going can't help but take a look.

It made people's throat feel dry after looking at it, but they couldn't help but take another look, and then another look.

Lin Luan didn't pay attention to these gazes. He was so hungry that he was dizzy. He had been riding in the carriage for a day and a night. My heart, liver and lungs hurt.

He put all the blame on the third prince's head, but he didn't show anything on his face, he just sat on his knees with low eyebrows and eyes, probably inherited from Zhou Yan, and his eyes were also suppressed by three points.

He had nothing to say, his knees were numb, which was okay, but he was hungry and sad.

Si Qing looked at him from the side, seeing Lin Luan's pale face from the cold, and finally he left silently.

Lin Luan can bear it when he becomes ruthless, but why not do it to make himself feel better?

He thought, stop a servant and ask him to bring him some food.

So just when a person stepped into the yard, Lin Luan grabbed his robe corner and almost stepped on his hand, but he didn't care. He fell on the ground with his four limbs, raised his head, and slowly burst into a smile, as if he was walking in the snow. The flowers in the garden are supposed to be extremely holy, but in his place, they are somewhat bewitching and malicious.

"I'm hungry and want to eat."

The man was dressed in a green robe and smiled lightly.

It's low and deep, which makes people's hearts move.

At this time, Si Qing also came back with the small cloak that Lin had thrown on the corridor, and saw the man salute quickly.

The cloak was still in his arms, and it didn't touch the ground at all.

he cried.

"Three sons."