Ling Shaochen Yue Beiyi

"Mocheng, Ivory Mountain..." Song Xuansheng's heart trembled slightly, feeling that these two places were inexplicably familiar.

Tan'er took her hand and shook it, "Mother, you can go with us, I want you to see such a beautiful place."

Song Xuansheng shook his head and shook off those inexplicable thoughts, "Then you and your father go to Mocheng to see Epiphyllum, don't send me off. I can go home by myself..."

Song Xuansheng lamented Zhenbei King's deep affection and longing for his dead wife, and admitted that there was a touch in his heart, but that was all.

As a bystander, she seemed to be reading a script.

"I'm not going to Mocheng anymore, I want to go home with you." Tan'er put her face on Song Xuansheng's hand, and looked at her eagerly.

"Yeah." Song Xuansheng pursed his lips and smiled, then nodded.

The King of Zhenbei will definitely take Tan'er with him, and when DU Chen's bones are restrained there, they will part ways.

Ling Shaochen stood by the window for a long time, refusing to let go of Song Xuansheng's reaction, his heart beating like thunder.

He hoped that Bei Yi could recognize him, but he was also afraid that she would think of the painful past and not forgive him.

Totally tormented.

Seeing her looking at the portrait and the hairpin, her eyebrows and eyes are still flat, and she still feels a little lost in her heart.

Song Xuansheng led Tan'er out of the study room, and saw Ling Shaochen hesitating at the door, looking at her in love with each other, wanting to talk, but she was calm, smiled slightly, and said: "The prince should look forward."

"Yeah." Ling Shaochen nodded with a smile.

Of course, he had to look forward, she was his future.

The night is cold as water.

Tan'er has been clinging to Song Xuansheng like brown sugar, and even wants to sleep together.

It wasn't until Ling Shaochen got serious that he reluctantly went back to his room, and repeatedly agreed that Song Xuansheng would wake him up early tomorrow morning, and he was not allowed to sneak away.

Lying on the bed, Song Xuansheng was thinking about the funny things he had been entrusted by Du Chen along the way to the capital, meeting the unreliable emperor who looked like a fake in the daytime, and Ling Shaochen's tight hug, and couldn't help but smile. Hong, his self-possession in the face of Ling Shaochen collapsed in an instant.

Probably because the surrounding area was too quiet, Song Xuansheng seemed to hear his heartbeat beating faster, it must be because he had never been so close to a man...

I stopped my wild thoughts, closed my eyes and gradually fell asleep, why did I still feel the man's breath lingering around?

Before completely falling asleep, Song Xuansheng swore secretly that he must pay attention to keeping a distance from Ling Shaochen in the future, but there are similarities between people and there should be no intersection.

What Song Xuansheng didn't know was that Ling Shaochen's aura was not an illusion. At this moment, the man was sitting by the bed, looking at her greedily.

After touching her acupuncture points and falling into a deep sleep, Ling Shaochen dared to let himself approach and be intimate with her unscrupulously.

Careful and cherished, he stroked and felt the temperature of this body inch by inch, and reconfirmed that it was not a dream, not a hallucination, but a living Beiyi, no, it was Xuansheng.

Ling Shaochen didn't know what she had changed her name and surname, and she was even a little thankful in her heart that she could forget it.Otherwise, she might stay away from him.

Now, they all put the past behind them completely and start over.

Ling Shaochen will always remember that period of pain, and then, give her all of himself, Huangquan Biluo will never be separated.

He lay gently beside Xuan Sheng, buried his face in her fragrant neck, felt her even breathing and gentle and rhythmic pulse, where hot blood flowed...

Ling Shaochen burst into tears, trembling and unable to control himself.

Tears soaked Song Xuansheng's neck.

God knows, for countless nights, he was accompanied by that cold, charred corpse, unable to fall asleep, and kept his eyes open until dawn.

The bits and pieces of getting along with her are replayed over and over again, especially the scene where she inserts the hairpin into her heart at the end!

If it wasn't for Tan'er, Ling Shaochen would have almost inserted that hairpin into his heart several times, and chased after him...

She is still alive, nothing could be better than that.