No one expected that Ling Jue just asked such an inconsistency. The next second, Xia Sang rushed forward like crazy.

Xia Sang hugged Ling Jue's feet tightly, as if he had infused his whole body strength: "Criminal, I know, and I know that you will not ignore me because of the past friendship."

From the first second when Xia Sang pounced forward, Ling Jue subconsciously struggled, but it was only then that he realized that this skinny person actually had such strength.

Xia Sang's words were like taking a needle that was long and pointed at both ends and stabbing him. Ling Jue couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Where did they have any love between them? If those are love, it would be too defilement of these two words.

He didn't understand what he did? Or just said what he did? This made Xia Sang have this unrealistic illusion.

This idea just arose, and then it was quickly denied by Ling Jue.

Because although he is gentle and polite when dealing with people, he is equally respectful and will never give any kindness to people he shouldn't have. The purpose is to prevent this situation from happening today.

But I didn't expect that even if I was so cold that I was so cold, I would still cause such disasters.

"Let me go." Ling Jue tried his best to suppress the dissatisfaction in his heart and tried his best to make his voice sound calm.

This is the inner courtyard of the palace. Although I looked around now, only Xia Sang and the two of them were present. But no one understands the reason why there are so many people and eyes. It is so stupid that they can pull and pull here.

Ling Jue used all his last patience and shouted again: "Are you going to let go?"

Xia Sang used to be a clever person. If he hadn't offended Ling Yao, he would have been the one who was now among the inferior people in the palace.

But because he has been silent for too long, even if his mind is exhausted, his unwillingness is still ready to move. Such a ray of light makes people who are constantly walking in the dark go crazy.

Xia Sang's death was unwilling to let go, and finally completely angered Ling Jue. Even if she was a woman, she no longer cared about it. So she pulled out her legs and put it on Xia Sang's elbow and wrist: "If you mess around again, don't blame me for hitting people."

Even though he was angry, Ling Jue maintained the rationality in his mind and the Qingming that had never been forgotten and confused: "I think Concubine Yao is afraid she is waiting in a hurry. Chang Yue, we should leave too."

He still avoided soft and easily damaged parts such as his abdomen and controlled the strength of his feet. The reason he paid attention to these was not because he couldn't bear to Xia Sang, but because he was strict with himself.

"Yes, Your Majesty should be anxious." Chang Yue finally remembered the important matter of this trip and was about to leave. The anxious figure was even better than Ling Jue.

Xia Sang rubbed his elbow that was hit on the ground, unable to recover from his senses for a long time.

She didn't understand that since Young Master Jue would ask about her injuries, wasn't it just proof that he still had pity for her? Even if it wasn't, at least it shouldn't be such an annoyance of being fist-to-foot.

"Have the Empress ordered done?" A voice full of sarcastic but extremely familiar voice sounded behind her: "You dare to be lazy here! It seems that you will not be sincerely obedient if you don't break one of your legs?"

This sound fills her life every day, and it is like this when people wake up. Even when they are asleep, it is a nightmare that is entangled like a shadow.

Xia Sang was trembling so hard that he stood up and did not even dare to look at the person coming: "Sister Han Shuang."

When Han Shuang was in the mansion, she was also a first-class maid, and she could be regarded as an equal. Even if she served the legitimate daughter, she was clearly a little better than that.

At first, Xia Sang was naturally dissatisfied. It was reasonable for Ling Yao to ride on her head, but why did Han Shuang make it? The more Xia Sang fought without being outdone, the more it would lead to ruthless beating and scolding from their master and servant.

Until today, Xia Sang even unconsciously showed her timid side when she saw Han Shuang, and being low-key became her norm.

"Don't think Young Master Jue can save you." Han Shuang secretly glanced at the two people who were far away, one after another. The handsome young man who was so noble and handsome only looked at his back and his cheeks were flushed unconsciously.

Xia Sang did not expect that the scene just now would be seen by Han Shuang, and he felt even more at a loss in his heart: "Sister Han Shuang, please spare me. It's my fault. Please don't tell the Empress, beg me."

Just talking naturally could not express her sincerity. Xia Sang lay on the ground and kept hitting the ground with her forehead.

This approach is enough to satisfy Han Shuang's desire to be stronger. Furthermore, Xia Sang's monotonous words of begging for mercy will only make Han Shuang, who is immersed in Ling Jue's shocking back, feel upset.

Perhaps it was very noisy, but this time Han Shuang was very easy to talk to: "Okay, okay, the chattering makes people feel annoying. The Empress asks you to do whatever you want, don't delay any further."

"Yes." Xia Sang looked very grateful and hurriedly stood up from the ground. Even if he retreated from the person, he looked very regular.

When he turned around and left, he was facing the direction of direct sunlight. Something suddenly changed in his heart. Xia Sang pressed his fist tightly against his chest.

The two of them walked far away from one after another gradually got closer and became farther away. They just wanted to stay away from the unbearable caused by the sudden incident just now, which made Ling Jue go faster and faster until they completely landed the newly arrived Chang Yue behind him.

Chang Yue obviously lacked the momentum and ran to chase the figure in front of him: "Ling Jue, you are waiting for me!"

Hearing this call, Ling Jue finally stopped: "I didn't worry about your feelings for the moment, sorry."

"Why did she suddenly do that Xia Sang just now?" Chang Yue was not the one who spoke nonsense without looking at the winks. It was really that the scene happened too unexpectedly.

"She thought that when I asked about her injury, she was caring for her." Ling Jue's thoughts were always clear, but she was a little scared by Xia Sang's sudden action.

"So that's it." There were too many troubles in their Marquis' Mansion, and Chang Yue felt a headache when he thought about it. In fact, he still didn't understand anything, but he couldn't refute Ling Jue's face. Chang Yue thought about it so, so he responded casually.

"So what it is?" Unexpectedly, before the words were completely finished, Ling Jue asked with a smile: "I asked her about her injury, it was not her, it was you."

Even if Chang Yue broke his head, he would never have thought that a small servant from the Marquis's mansion would involve something that would affect him, an irrelevant outsider.

It was so funny that Chang Yue pointed to his nose: "I? Are you talking about it for me?"
Chapter completed!