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Before Ran Ziwan could wait for Ran Zixiao, who was hesitant behind him, to speak, he walked towards the library of the Nannuan Palace. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the library pavilion of the South Warm Palace, in addition to the smell of books, it is a faint medicinal fragrance.

Everyone in the world knows that Ran Zi is sick and weak in her later days, and it is reasonable that there are some medicinal fragrances in the places where she often appears. Before, when Ran Ziwan came to the library for the first time, she smelled the same smell on many books, but at that time, she didn't study it because of her inner beliefs. And now, Ran Ziwan suddenly noticed one thing-that is, on all the books in the Nannuan Palace, there was the same aroma of medicinal herbs, and this medicinal herb fragrance ...... Far from being so strong because a person has been immersed in the book for a long time, so ...... In other words, it was done on purpose! Someone deliberately stained all the books with medicinal fragrance. Objective...... Now it seems that it is naturally to hide the smell of incense that permeates the depths of the medicinal incense!

Relying on her previous memories of the medicinal fragrance, Ran Ziwan gently knocked on the wooden door and walked forward step by step following the fragrance.

"She's still too smart after all!" It wasn't until Ran Ziwan's figure disappeared in front of the door of the Nannuan Hall Library that Ran Zixiao came back to her senses. He sighed lowly, laughed bitterly, shook his head and followed. "Yunqi...... You're still ...... Shot!"

"Open the door......" Ran Ziwan knocked on several layers of wooden doors in front of him, until he reached the position of the ninth floor, lightly opened his lips, and ordered the opening.

In fact, at first, she only smelled the strange smell of incense, but she was not very sure of the specific location of the source of the incense. It wasn't until she gently knocked on the first wooden door that the smell of incense began to feel a little stronger. until the third door is opened, the fourth door...... The smell of incense became heavier and stronger. It wasn't until he reached the ninth gate that Ran Ziwan didn't reach out to touch it again, but opened his mouth lightly and gave an order.

Although Ran Ziwan herself didn't know very well, why she subconsciously felt that someone in front of her would open the ninth gate for her!

Sure enough, at the moment when Ran Ziwan's voice just fell. The wooden door on the ninth floor of the library squeaked and slowly opened. Facing the smell of incense curling with green smoke, this is where the real ancestral hall is, right?

As soon as I entered the ancestral hall, I was greeted by the tablet of Wanmin. On the dark red agarwood, the word "Wanmin" is engraved squarely. Ran Ziwan stepped in, holding on to the long-standing corridor on his side, and walked step by step to the empty and deep ancestral hall in front of him.

Underneath the tablet of all peoples, there are many dense annotations inscribed. Ran Ziwan looked at the words on the silk, and suddenly became more certain...... It turned out that what was written in that book was true, but the handwriting on that book was very different from the notes on the tree. The self on this silk is delicate and upright, and the words on the book are scribbled and wild, mixed with grief and anger.

"Fierce Fox, Fierce Soul See the Prince!See the County Lord!" The two middle-aged men fell to their knees in an instant, their expressions solemn, and their dark aura was strong.

Ran Ziwan didn't pay attention to the shadow kneeling in front of him, but instead slowly stretched out the hand hidden by the wide sleeves into the sleeve, holding the token tightly. The index finger and thumb were lightly pressed on the word, and a trace of loneliness rose in my heart.

"All peoples...... How did you find out about that......? You also saw that book?" Ran Zixiao turned around and looked at Ran Ziwan fixedly, a little incredulous. That book...... Obviously, he was ruined by his own hands before he went to Mu Feng. How is it...... , tens of thousands of subjects shed blood overnight, because of the existence of the Duanjun Palace...... At that time, Ran Zixiao's idea was to protect the lives of all the people and keep the peace of the palace. It's just that he doesn't want her to know about this kind of thing, let alone get her involved.

"Something...... Nature can't be hidden. Ran Ziwan said lightly, knowing Ran Zixiao's kindness in her heart. Between the eyebrows and eyes, he is stubborn and stubborn. "The decentralization of power by an ancestor is a good way to protect the health of a family. Outcome...... The people were strewn through the streets overnight!"

Ran Ziwanyu stroked her hand, raised the incense bottle in front of her with both hands, respectfully put on a dark incense, folded her hands, and bowed deeply three times. "Since the order of the king is chased, there is no escape from the Duanjun Palace, and there is no way to avoid it...... Well, it's better to keep it intended!"

"Sure enough...... This is what Ran Ziwan should say!" The corners of Ran Zixiao's mouth hooked slightly, not at all surprised by Ran Ziwan's opinion on chasing the king's order.

Ran Ziwan replied with a faint sound and continued to walk towards the depths of the ancestral hall. Until they reached the end, through the cyan smoke screen that filled in front of them. Ran Ziwan finally saw clearly that in the middle of the smoke screen, on the shrine that was enshrined, there were two crystal clear words - Nanlin.

"Late ...... Nan Lin?" Ran Zixiao's eyes widened, and her eyes looked at those two words majestically. "You mean...... We revert to the surname Nanlin!"

Ran Ziwan squinted, what Ran Zixiao said later was completely like talking to the air, and Ran Ziwan didn't listen to it at all.

"Nan Lin ...... Why do you feel so familiar?" Ran Zixiao furrowed her eyebrows, waved her hand, and retreated the two shadow screens. "Once...... There seems to be a folk song that says Nanlin!"

Ran Ziwan knelt down in front of the shrine, and looked deeply at the two words in the middle of the shrine...... It's not Lin, it's Nanlin! Since she entered Nannuan, she hasn't continued to speak, and her expression is far away.

If you guess correctly, it seems to be wrong. When the word Lin appeared in front of him, Ran Ziwan was a little distracted for the first time. The word...... It should be his real surname, a surname that he is familiar with and has melted into the years.

In that life, as the pearl of the Lin family, her name was before this Lin character...... Ran Ziwan thought of his grandfather, Lao Lin Gong, and remembered the rise and fall and mission of the Lin family in that life.

"I didn't expect it...... It's fate!" Ran Ziwan sighed lowly, got up and walked out of the library pavilion directly, and went straight to the bedroom of the Nannuan Hall to leave.

Ran Zixiao watched Ran Ziwan leave, and also walked out. After a few words to the two dark shadows, he chased Ran Ziwan out.

"Now, don't you think you're not Ran Ziwan?" Ran Zixiao asked directly.

“…… You...... Always know?" Ran Ziwan squinted at Ran Zixiao, the prince of Duanwangfu who looked bohemian, he actually knew everything. And it looks like it's not in his mind.

"Late ...... You've always been you!" Ran Zixiao's words were answers, but they were as if they hadn't answered anything. (To be continued.) )