Madam, she always wants to bring trouble to the world

Chapter 459 Stay away from me!
The glazed lamp illuminated the main hall, reflecting on the pale face of the woman on the couch, her thin and slender body trembling slightly, curling up slowly.

Looking at the unconscious person, Lin Yuan's brows could not help but frown, and his handsome face turned cold.

"Come on!" He called out, and after a short while, a soul soldier in battle robe appeared behind him.

"Go get the burning lamp."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The soul soldier backed away, Lin Yuan bent his knees between his legs, squatted beside the cloud couch, and slowly raised his hand.

The well-defined five fingers caressed her eyebrows and eyes. This face is like the appearance thousands of years ago. He watched her grow up, and he remembers every look of her.

A touch of strength condensed from his fingertips, and wherever he passed, Feng Qingyan, who was in a coma, felt a warmth.

She felt that she was too cold, her whole body was icy cold, and the wound on her arm was even more icy cold.

The sudden warmth was like a fire in winter, making her want to get closer involuntarily.

Uncontrollably, she suddenly grabbed the hand on her cheek, wanting to absorb more warmth.

This action of hers made Lin Yuan stunned for a moment, but now she is clearly delirious.

"Sure enough, I'm still so afraid of the cold." The corners of his lips tugged lightly, and this scene seemed to go back thousands of years ago.

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Go to the capital, the temple.

The night covered the earth, and the night was flowing quietly and silently. Wei Qifan went to bed early, but this night she didn't sleep peacefully.

The scene in her sleep was a bit blurry, she heard someone shouting, "Father, mother..."

"Qi'er, follow the nanny later, remember to go as far as possible, and never come back!"

The woman's entrustment was hard to say goodbye, but she still cruelly pushed the little girl out after all.

In a dilapidated house, a nanny in her 30s once said to her: "From now on, your name will be Wei Qifan, and you will be an ordinary person..."

"Sister Qi'er..." There was a boy's laughing voice in the yard, but she couldn't remember what he looked like.

Many years ago, a simple and honest boy told her: "From now on, I will be your second brother, and this is your eldest brother. If there is anything, we will protect you..."

But many years later, she heard a sentence from his mouth: "All the people in the cottage are dead."

"This king can send you to hell!" When Ye Yunshen broke into the Goddess Pavilion and grabbed her neck, it was when she felt that she was the closest to death, but the dignified idle king wanted to kill her because of Feng Qingyan.

However, what broke her down the most was the sentence "Second in charge, he, he is dead..."

Dead, really dead, all gone.

"Second brother!" With a cry, Wei Qifan woke up from his sleep, covered in fine cold sweat.

Everything in the past seems to be just yesterday. He lost his family, was displaced, the cottage was destroyed, and his second brother died. Everything in the past no longer exists.

Thinking of Feng Qingyan who lied to her back then and the prince who killed her second elder brother, she was so angry that she punched the bed with a fist.

She wished she could kill these two people, but these two people were beyond her reach now.

Sitting on the bed for a long time, she still couldn't calm her heart. After this incident, she no longer wanted to sleep.

"Zheng—" a lingering sound echoed.

Wei Qifan seemed to hear someone playing the qin outside, the sudden clang qin sounds seemed a little out of place in the quiet night, but it gradually blended into the winter night while playing.

She sat on the bed and listened quietly, gradually forgetting everything she had just thought.

In fact, she doesn't know the piano, but the piece she plays is very familiar, like the tune her mother liked to hum when she was a child, and she always remembers it.

Softly, she hummed along with the sound of the piano, remembering the nursery rhymes her mother sang when she was lulled to sleep.

Shuri, someone came early to tell Wei Qifan that the fourth prince had caught a cold last night.

"Well, why did you catch the cold?" She looked at the maid and asked.

For a long time, Su Shi'an rarely went out because of his frailty, and he often either prayed in the main hall or stayed alone in the room, and there was even a servant who took care of him and took care of everything. Caught a cold overnight.

The maid replied: "It is said that the fourth prince somehow played the piano for half an hour last night, and the servant asked him to rest and not listen. That's why he caught the wind and cold."

Hearing what the maid said, Wei Qifan remembered the sound of the piano last night, and indeed she played it for a long time. She didn't go out to watch it, and she didn't know that it was Su Shian who played it.

She has been talking with Su Shi'an for the past few days, and she has discovered a problem. This weak fourth prince seems to care about her very much. I don't know if it is an illusion.

However, this sudden concern made her wary. After experiencing so many things, she also learned to be smarter, knowing that it is necessary to be defensive.

Wei Qifan wanted to see Su Shi'an's illness, but when she went, Yun'an who was beside Su Shi'an stopped her, saying that the fourth prince is recuperating at the moment, so I don't want to disturb her, and the imperial doctor has already seen it.

Therefore, Wei Qifan had no choice but to back out, thinking about the past few days and last night while walking.

She didn't know who this Su Shi'an was other than the fourth prince. Has he met her before?
That day, she took time to find Song Ming, and said to him when there was no one around, "Help me find out about the Fourth Prince."

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"Brother!" Waking up from her sleep, Feng Qingyan's expression was tinged with horror.

"Xiao Yan'er, your brother is fine." A hand gently caressed her back, his tone extremely gentle.

When Feng Qingyan turned her head to look over, she saw the man beside her, subconsciously shrank to one side, avoiding his outstretched hand.

Lin Yuan's hand just paused in the air, a bitter smile curled up on the corner of his lips, and he took his hand back.

"Where is this place?" Feng Qingyan looked around, she found that she was lying on a cloud couch, light golden gauze curtains hung down, and there was no one else in the empty hall except them.

"Yuheng Palace, waiting to return to the palace."

Slowly, Lin Yuan spit out these words, and stared at her with a pair of eyes, which seemed to have complicated emotions.

However, Feng Qingyan didn't notice his expression, facing this man, she was even a little indifferent.

"Yuheng Palace..." Feng Qingyan lowered her head and muttered to herself, as if she was full of doubts about this place.

"Yes, Yuheng Palace." He grabbed her shoulders with both hands, his eyes full of expectation.

However, the next moment, as soon as she stretched out her hand, Feng Qingyan pushed his hand away, leaned back involuntarily, and said sharply: "I don't know you, stay away from me."

Lin Yuan sat on the edge of the cloud couch, looking at her, a hint of danger flashed in his eyes, but it was fleeting, and he didn't make a sound for a long time, the atmosphere was quiet and weird.

The wound on her arm has been bandaged, and the cold feeling has gradually faded away. Thinking that this man didn't hurt her but was helping her, Feng Qingyan said again, her tone softened a bit: "If you saved me, Thank you then, but now, I have to go."

After all, before the man in front of her could answer, she was about to turn around and stay on the bed. She didn't want to stay here.

However, as soon as the person in front of him stretched out his arms, he put his arms around her side. With his palms propped on the cloud couch, he leaned down, approached her, and wrapped her under him.

(End of this chapter)