Ran Ziwan's originally somewhat dazed brain was suddenly shocked extremely clear, fluttering his sleeves, allowing himself to stand as straight as possible, at such a-for-tat moment, he almost fell asleep in the arms of the eldest princess of Xinyang, it turned out that there were still people with a bigger heart than the middle of the night, such as himself.

And the person who can let himself lean in his arms and still be powerful and fierce seems to be bigger than his heart, that is the eldest princess of Xinyang!

"Future?" Princess Zhenjun was speechless for a while, she couldn't say it directly. It must be that the prince's selection of concubines has not yet begun, and if he says it at this time, Yang'er will make enemies in all directions, and it will be difficult to defend against the sword in the open and in the dark.

This woman almost forced herself to roast her only daughter on a charcoal fire. Sure enough, Xinyang is still the same Xinyang, if Xinyang had come back in time, resourceful, and resolute, maybe Chaoyang would not have died! Princess Zhenjun was a little proud, that was the most correct thing she thought she had done in her life.

"Even the princess, if you can't say it yourself, then act according to the etiquette. Since the purple dye county lord stole the flower album of the late son, his heart is not pure, and he has lost the education of the Zhenfu Sect! According to the etiquette law, such a woman is not worthy to appear at the flower banquet!"

Princess Zhenjun's face turned black to the end, for fifteen years, what she didn't get back then, all pinned on her only daughter. Now, how do you think about it?

"Mother?" Seeing Zhen's gaffe, Zhenyang'er didn't panic, but just glanced at the old lady who was bowing her head at the feet of Princess Zhenjun, and said softly: "There is Mama Lao to help the mother concubine sit down, the mother concubine has been working hard for the flower banquet for several months, and her blood is already insufficient, and standing for so long is afraid that it will hurt her body." ”

With a few words, Princess Zhenjun became a meritorious person who overworked for the world's famous ladies, Ran Ziwan gave a thumbs up in her heart, and the weak and charming woman in front of her. The Zhen clan is indeed the gate of the concubine, the mother family of the emperor!

"Yes, Miss!" the old lady hurriedly got up and supported Princess Zhenjun, who was trembling with anger.

I have long heard that my sister is delicate, so as an older sister, I naturally have to take special care of it. Zhen Yang'er looked at the eldest princess of Xinyang, fearless.

This is enough care! Ran Ziwan really wanted to stick out his tongue and give away his eyes. How could she not know about the twists and turns in this?

Zhen Yang'er turned to slowly walk to the middle of the banquet stage, smiled, waved her water sleeves, and looked at the eldest princess of Xinyang.

"As we all know, the county lord of Ziwan has not been out of the mansion for many years. In this world, this imperial capital, there are very few people who know about it except for folk rumors. Since the flower banquet is the century-old inheritance of my Zhenfu, I will not allow the slightest injustice. The reason why the flower album of the county lord of Ziwan was reserved in advance, Yang'er's original plan was to read it out in person to correct the hearing. I swear by the blessings of the concubines of the Zhenfu Dynasty, and swear by the name of my Zhenyang Er Emperor and actress, the famous flower banquet, the road to glory. The world's talents and names all originate from this. The name of the emperor and queen has been inherited for a hundred years. He is rippling, and he speaks to the world!"

"Yang'er, no!" Princess Zhenjun's voice was a little weak, the situation was already like this, and it was also deplorable to stop it!

Zhen Yang'er, with a smile on the corner of her mouth. It's just a feast, and the feast hasn't really started yet. Moreover, the reincarnation of the thousand-year-old emperor actress herself, personally read out the flower album, what won the world is not only the name of virtue?

The high place is unbearable, he is born well-being, and he was born in a famous family of emperors and queens. What did she have with Ran Ziwan? When she climbed to the heights, she only faced more criticism! Thinking of those rumors about Ran Ziwan, Zhen Yang'er smiled brighter and brighter!

Besides, it is really necessary to take out Ran Ziwan's flower album and read it out!

Ran Ziwan muttered, her eyes blinking at Princess Zhenjun, and on the banquet table, her water sleeves were raised high, and Zhenyang'er raised her arms and shouted. I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, this little woman is really much stronger than her mother. The words are vibrating, and they sound righteous and awe-inspiring.

Actually, Ran Ziwan raised his eyebrows, there is one kind of person in this world who can't do it, and that is conceit! How can that person think that he is a fish that can be slaughtered by others?

"Duanjun Wangfu, Ran's Ziwan" Zhen Yang'er paused, looked at Ran Ziwan in the audience with a very embarrassed face, and faced the floor sadly: "Sister Ziwan, you can't live to be twenty-eight Fanghua?

The eldest princess of Xinyang was stunned, how could these rumors be recorded in this flower album? There is no twenty-eight to live, this is spread, how can she marry someone later? Even if she wins the ranking above the flower banquet, which family is willing to marry such a daughter?

"You" The eldest princess of Xinyang breathed a sigh of relief, and stared fiercely at the middle of the banquet table, sure enough, it was her daughter, the blue is better than the blue, this means!

Zhen Yang'er cried extremely sadly on the banquet stage, and the famous guests in the world had different thoughts, and they all shook their heads while looking at each other. I sighed at the old man who drank tea before, the morning sun left early, and her daughter just thought it was just a rumor on the streets!

Now that he has entered the flower book, it is naturally true! This is to turn Ran Ziwan's short-lived life from rumors into a definitive conclusion. Rumors, the ability to distinguish the truth from the false. Rumors stop at the wise, and most people don't believe it. The conclusion is believed by the world, and even biased.

If it was confirmed, Ran Ziwan twisted his eyebrows, and Ran Ziwan, who had not planned to make a move, sighed, it was really quiet and the wind did not stop!

Zhenyang'er's words fell, and under the banquet platform, the sound of long and short sighs was endless.

"Sister Yang'er really likes to joke! Ran Ziwan flew up, and the one at the end was called a flowing cloud, flying in the air like a daughter of the Nine Heavens, brocade clothes, accompanied by bursts of ink fragrance, instantly swept away the dullness, and the people's hearts were clear.

As he spoke, he fell to the middle of the banquet table, beside Zhen Yang'er.

"Meteor Steps?" someone exclaimed, and couldn't even say the following words excitedly!

That's a good name!

Ran Ziwan walked out of this set of footwork, floating in and out, it was natural, like something in his bones, as casual as eating, drinking, and dozing off. The woman was shocked, and Ran Zi knew it sooner later.

What she wants is to correct her name and ripple her body!

"Meteoric Steps, that's a long-lost tantric mastery!

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"But it's a star, it seems that there is still this method?"

"Yes, yes, Ziwan County's major is amazing!"

Ran Ziwan flew up, not to mention the internal strength, this set of meteor steps alone is not something that a person with a short life can practice.