第610章 网罗？手鸡？

“假太子找人模仿真太子的笔迹，写了一封通敌信函放入真太子的营帐，还找了人证。
皇帝虽不相信，却一时间没办法在众大臣面前替真太子洗脱罪名，只好将他暂时打入天牢。
The emperor initially planned to find evidence and then rescue the true Crown Prince, but things took an unexpected turn. The fake Crown Prince did not give him enough time and poisoned him.
Emperor Qianyin clenched his fists tightly, as what Lingran said barely differed from what happened in his previous life. Could it be true that there exists a book that documents the events of his past life?
Or are you saying...
Ling Yan also experienced a previous life?
"Where did you read this book?"
Ling Yan casually replied, "Of course I read this type of online novel on my phone."
“网罗？手鸡？”帝千鄞发觉，讲完故事的凌苒又开始胡言乱语些听不懂的话了。
“是啊，手机里都有。”
帝千鄞皱了皱眉，野鸡、烤鸡、手撕鸡，他都听过，唯独手鸡没听过：“哪里有手鸡？”
"Where is..." Ling Yan seemed to remember something and searched her body with her little hand. "Where is my phone? Have you seen my phone?"
She lifted the quilt and searched through it, but couldn't find it.
Where is your phone? Can I borrow your phone for a moment?
Ling Yan's tender and pale hand reached out to him: "Use your phone to call me and help me search."
Di Qianyin furrowed his brows slightly: "I don't have a hand chicken."
Ling Yan glared at him and said, "Who doesn't have a cellphone in this day and age? Stop lying!"
With that, her little hands began to search his body.
Di Qianyin allowed her hands to explore freely, but within him, a sense of sinister pleasure accompanied each touch, beyond his control. The torment and enjoyment intertwined, creating an indescribable sensation.
Ling Yan couldn't find it and pouted angrily, "I lost my phone, I want to go to sleep!"
Ling Yan covered herself with the blanket, completely hiding herself.
Di Qianyin was puzzled and unwilling to let her sleep. He pulled the quilt, revealing Ling Yan's fluffy little head and asked, "Suo Ran, tell me, where is that book?"
"In my phone, don't bother me, I want to sleep."
Ling Ran closed his eyes, looking unhappy.
"Where is the Hand Chicken?"
Ling Ran replied irritably, "I've said it before, I lost it!"
Dì Qiānyín patiently coaxes, "Where did you lose it? I will have someone help you find it."
Líng Rán mutters with closed eyes, "If I knew that, I wouldn't have lost it."
"What does a hand rooster look like?"
Ling Yan smirked and tugged at the corner of her mouth, "Are you pretending to be stupid? Even a one-year-old child knows what a phone looks like."
Emperor Qian Yin suddenly realized that communicating with a tipsy Ling Yan was really exhausting. "Suan Er, look at me, I am Qian Yin."
Ling Yan refused to open her eyes: "I have a headache, I want to sleep."
"Ran'er!"
"I want to sleep!"
Emperor Qian Yin patted her: "Ran'er, tell me what a hand chicken looks like before sleeping."
Annoyed by the constant disturbance, Ling Yan grew completely impatient. She reached into her sleeve and pulled something out, giving it a wave.
Di Qianyin had his full attention on the hand gesture she was making, completely defenseless. By the time he realized something was amiss and tried to hold his breath, it was already too late. He immediately fell unconscious from the sudden blow.
凌苒满意地吧唧吧唧小嘴，锦被一蒙，也睡了过去。
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“主子？主子？”
清晨，寝房的窗外传来临风不断呼唤的声音。
In the bedroom, Emperor Qianyin remained unconscious, not responding to the calling voice. Instead, Lingran seemed annoyed by the sound and burrowed deeper into the blanket.