Prime Minister Ran Xuting is a veteran of the three dynasties of the Red Kingdom, and he usually relies on the old and sells the old, and it is said that the Red Emperor also has to give him three points of face. "Words * love * first * hair [latest chapter reading baoly]. s。 ~ Every day is busy updating chapters, and the guest officer remembers to come often.

Ran Xuting has three sons and one daughter, the eldest son Ran Yuanzhi serves as the treasurer, the second son Ran Shuzhi is the general of the imperial seal, leading the frontier, and the third son Ran Yizhi has been pampered since childhood, and was canonized as the prince and wandered around in Beijing.

Ran Xuting's only daughter, Ran Mei, was deeply loved by the Red Emperor and was assigned to marry the eldest prince Lan Yihua.

This Ran family can be said to have the right of everyone, and it is unique everywhere.

Yin Zi infiltrates the Prime Minister's Mansion to check the surroundings.

The house is very quiet, and people should be asleep.

Where will the secret room of the Prime Minister's Mansion be?

Yin Zi checked for a while in several places where secret rooms might be set up, but she didn't find anything, and the news given by the master also said that she didn't find any secret rooms in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

There was a small panicked footstep sound from the garden, and Yin Zi hid in place, avoiding the comers.

Walking over were two women dressed as maids, one carrying a lamp and the other holding a brazier.

This weather, although it is not a hot summer, but it is also a warm early summer, why do people still use braziers Yin Zi felt extremely weird, so he quietly followed behind the two.

The little girl who picked up the lamp seemed to be a little nervous: "Hold it well, something goes wrong, Miss has to pick off the skin of the two of us"

The little girl holding the brazier was even more trembling: "I know, you have said it several times, and the more you say it, the more scared I become"

"Hey, that woman is still really pitiful, if I were her, I would rather let King Xuanyang kill than fall into the hands of the young lady" The little girl holding the brazier whispered.

The little girl who picked up the lamp hurriedly stretched out her free hand to cover her mouth, and said in her mouth: "Don't die, say nonsense and let Miss know, you really don't have to talk anymore."

The two of them quickened their pace, and Yin Zi also followed them to a place called "Dai Xin Yuan", and as soon as they entered this courtyard, Yin Zi felt as if the blood in her body was about to be frozen.

The cold air in this courtyard is too heavy.

Yin Zi is a reborn person, and he has never dared to comment on the cold, evil qi and the like, today, I really feel it, what is called yin cold, what is called evil qi.

The flowers in this yard are extremely bright, and the originally noble peony is as red as a manzhu, which makes people feel cold to the bone.

followed the two little girls into an extremely luxurious room.

The lighting is a big night pearl, and even the night pearl in the palace is not as mellow as the crystal in this room.

The curtain equipped with the soft couch is a silk tribute in the south of the Yangtze River, which is light and hazy.

The figure inside the curtain is graceful and colorful, and Yin Zi can only see the general outline through the window, which is the figure of a young girl, slowly sorting out her close-fitting clothes.

The two little girls approached cautiously and called in a shallow voice: "Miss, the things are here."

The curtain was gently lifted, and the woman inside got off the soft couch, wearing only small clothes and trousers, and her slender waist looked like a water snake, which was very soft.

It turns out that this is the daughter of Ran Mansion, the baby woman of Ran Xuting, Ran Mei.

Ran Mei slowly raised her arms from her side, and the personal girl on the side hurriedly put on a coat for her.

This garment, when you wear it, is more tempting than if you don't wear it.

The material of the dress is as thin as a cicada's wings, reflecting Ran Mei's waist even more concave and convex.

Ran Mei said slowly: "Cuiyun, how is she?"

The maid who served her to dress next to her smiled and said, "Miss, with your explanation, of course she has to be obedient."

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