Ran Ziwan looked sideways at the few sparsely spread green branches and leaves beside her, and suddenly felt a little happy satisfaction in her heart, she didn't like peonies, especially red peonies!

"This is the county lord!" The two grandmothers had some indescribable hairs in their hearts, and the cold breath just now made them dare not raise their eyes to look at Ran Ziwan, who was as light as a cloud in front of them, and they were a little afraid to speed up their pace and push it all the way, and they didn't care about the remnants of Ran Zixiao's fallen flowers, and they fled in the wilderness.

"Hmph" The obvious dissatisfaction was made by Ran Zixiao as soon as he heard it.

As for what he was dissatisfied with, Ran Ziwan was probably clear.

The peony petals that were crushed to the dust on the ground were large patches of red, and the big flowers of Yao Huang and Wei Zi were white and yellow, and now they looked messy, and Ran Zixiao's seemingly cynical handsome face between the remnants of the flowers was even more evil.

That's her brother, obviously the city is like the sea, but it feels light and shallow, not deep. It looks cynical, but in the depths of his eyes, he always hits the nail on the head.

Ran Ziwan smiled, that smile is from the same bloodline of close relatives, just like spring flowers will bloom, grass will be green, the breeze will be warm, and catkins are flying, it is so natural.

The night on the side was a little distracted, and the two hands looked extremely uncomfortable rubbing the daughter's dress she was wearing, and a piece of the cuffs had been inadvertently rubbed against this unbearable, and the horizontal and vertical lines were like the naked mind of the summer in the middle of the night at the moment.

Ran Ziwan saw it in his eyes, but the warmth between his eyebrows and eyes was as usual.

Seeing the warbler Yanyan in front of the court, she whispered softly, and she could already smell the aroma of rouge gouache of different styles from a distance that was not close. The crimson floor tiles of the courtyard are lightly paved with various lengthy Luo skirts, and the posture of the beautiful woman is curling, and the world is fragrant Mayday, I am afraid that it is this month, this season.

"Wine and tea, delicious food, orchestral bells, light songs and dances. The woman's voice was extremely high, like the long cry of a silk bamboo in the middle of the night, which made people look sideways for a moment. "The ultimate in the world, not out of the world!"

"Sister Qianqiu is really joking, who doesn't know, our day, the imperial capital is elegant but the Yongjun Palace, Boguang is difficult to reach the Prince of Zhong's Mansion, and it is difficult to hide the Duanjun Palace, and there is also the famous Xiao Suoduan County King, in short, in addition to these four major palaces, the imperial capital Cui Mansion has always been rich and rival the country. How do you say that," the girl's voice was obviously stunned when she mentioned the words Duanjun Wangfu, and instantly felt like a mang on her back, as if there was a group of turtles, shrimps and crabs around her, the turmoil on the Jinmen Bridge, and she was thrown into the Haihe River by the "sick seedling" of Duanjun Wangfu.

In March, she was thrown into the air on the Jinmen Bridge, and the woman didn't seem to move half of her strength, as if she yawned, but she felt that the world was spinning and she was thrown out dozens of meters in ignorance.

"What you said is not bad, but how did you stop talking about Xiao Suo's family? Didn't the fish and shrimp on the Jinmen Bridge frighten you that day?" Cui's woman's voice was full of fear.

"Aren't you afraid, she threw me into the Haihe River like a finger didn't move, but now that I think about it, I'm so scared, could it be that my sister forgot?" Thinking of this, the woman patted her chest gently.

"Hmph, I was just careless at the time, and they all said that she was a life of no more than twenty-eight, who would have thought that she had practiced some men's tricks!"

"Jinmen Bridge? This sounds strange! I'm waiting to hear my father talk about it, that day on the Jinmen Bridge, the one in Duanwang's Mansion was."

"But how?" Cui Qianqiu's words were a little cold, he was also thrown into the Jinmen Bridge that day and drank, that Ran Ziwan was almost given to death by the wine, but I didn't expect that in the end, Xuan Xiao Wang Ye came forward, and that person was also the person who he had been in his heart for more than ten years!

"Sister Qianqiu, look!" Lu Mo'er, the daughter of Lu Tangtai, the prefect of Zhangzhou, pointed at Ran Ziwan, who was quiet next to the pothos, with her chin slanted, perhaps because of Cui Qianqiu, she actually felt a little confident. The face defiantly reminded them that the one who had just spoken was afraid that he had already heard their discussion.

"Oh, isn't this the younger sister of the Ran family?" Cui Qianqiu's silver teeth had already been crushed, God knows how indignant Tang Tangtian and Miss Yan of the Dynasty workers were at the moment, she couldn't help but let herself lose face on the Jinmen Bridge, and even the little prince Xuan Xiao actually ruined the holy decree for her hot hand!

Ran Ziwan frowned and looked at the past curiously, in fact, her thoughts had never been on the slander behind those women, but she saw that the woman was looking at herself with disdain, her head was raised high, and the corners of her mouth seemed to be smiling.

Maybe all the ladies in the imperial capital will take it for granted, because the one in front of her is the "Miss Yan" of the Cui Mansion, even Zhen Yang'er will pay tribute to her again, if nothing else, just because her father is in charge of the money bags of the entire imperial capital, and the turmoil above the court, who dares not to give this Cui Shangshu some thin noodles?

Seeing this, Ran Ziwan couldn't help but laugh at the stupidity of that person as always.

It is said that the main hall of the flower banquet is in the atrium full of peonies, and there is a huge garden behind the palace of King Zhen, just like the harem of the peony flower king.

Ran Ziwan just glanced at the woman lightly, lowered her eyebrows, pretended to be humble, and gently held Ye Banxia's hand and turned a blind eye. We didn't get up and walk a few steps, and some young ladies and maids stopped our way, and the surrounding noise came and went.

In the middle of the night, I clearly heard the sound of someone breathing a sigh and sharpening his teeth, as if there was some kind of wind and rain brewing. There are also some faint schadenfreude provocations.

"Miss Chang, look, they're leaving, and they're disrespectful to you. ”

"Yes, yes, the eighth sister is okay like this, she is an outsider who silently ignores Miss Yan's master, she is really impatient. ”

"What kind of thing is a sick seedling who can't live to be twenty-eight?"

"Hmph, she deserves it too"

"I don't think this girl is like everyone says, she is very quiet."

"Hey, have you seen the dress she is wearing, I heard that Brother Jiu personally customized it in the Ding Ji Caiyi Pavilion, this Su Rui makes this sister even more moving, hehe"

As soon as these words came out, it seemed that all the discussions were quieter, and even more girls stared at Ran Ziwan's body directly, and some of them hummed and disgusted with resentment.

If Ran Ziwan hadn't already had a checkmate experience, according to her previous experiences, she would definitely be wrinkled at this moment, so it would be true to go up and give them a slap without asking them four, five, or six, or seven, eight, or nine, and then argue with them. Now Ran Ziwan will definitely not be like this, but it seems that in the middle of the night in the middle of the summer, she can't hold back her anger, and she has completely lost her graceful young lady. Ran Ziwan sighed in her heart, this girl is also a master who can't stand it.

Brother Jiu?

Her dress was obviously sent by Ran Zixiao, and it was said that it was made. How could there be a ninth brother now? Ran Ziwan frowned.