Chapter Seventy-Two: House Arrest, House Arrest 1
The wind came in quietly through the door, pounced on Tianlan's flat lower abdomen, and tugged at the hem of her clothes with its little paws.
Tianlan made a fuss as it was, staring blankly at the black curtain, without saying a word.
Yufeng sighed unconsciously and obediently accompanied her.
Envy Yu him, this time he was really angry.
Right Xiang was so badly injured, and he didn't know if he could survive, Tianlan sighed, hoping that King Yi could find him as soon as possible.
There was silence in the huge room, and the pin drop could be heard, squeaking, followed by dozens of footsteps, many but not chaotic, and the steps were light, and when you heard it, you were not a simple person.
Tianlan raised her eyebrows, turned over, and lay on the bed in a different position, without getting up.
It wasn't until the door of the inner hall was pushed open and a row of maids in light blue dresses rushed in that Tianlan twisted her willow eyebrows slightly.
Tianlan raised her eyes and looked at the palace maid who was approaching the inner hall.
Apricot eyes and peach cheeks, skin as white as snow, is the truest portrayal of this maid.
She raised her eyes, looked directly at Tianlan lying on the bed, and between her eyebrows, a touch of jealousy crossed her eyes: "Please invite the girl to the side hall for lunch." ”
"Where's the second son?" Tianlan asked casually, lowered her head and put on her shoes, missing the jealousy in the maid's eyes.
What's the matter of putting her under house arrest here without saying a word?
But when these words were heard in the ears of the maid, they changed their taste, like a concubine in a very deep palace, waiting for the emperor's luck.
If Tianlan heard this, she would definitely despise the eyesight of this maid, obviously the second son wanted to wear it, waiting to be killed by her?
"The second son is handling business in the Qinzheng Palace." The maid bowed her head and replied respectfully.
Tianlan couldn't help but raise her eyes, it was a normal sentence, how could she hear the meaning of disdain from this maid's mouth?
Translate this sentence, isn't it useless for you to wait, the second son will never take care of you?
Is she too sensitive?
Lowering her eyes, her butterfly-like thick eyelashes covering all the emotions in her eyes, Tianlan followed the maid into the side hall.
On the golden silk nanmu table with gentian pattern, there are more than a dozen exquisite dishes, and the fragrance fills the room, which is mouth-watering.
Sitting at the dining table, Tianlan held the silver chopsticks, poked the crystal plump rice in the bowl, and Tianlan depressedly drifted her eyes out of the window.
While the second son is not there, I really want to see if I can sneak away......
Her action, which fell in the eyes of the maid, confirmed the conjecture in the maid's heart.
In the maid's mind, she unconsciously began to stage a bloody drama: Tianlan fell in love with the handsome and charming and noble second son at first sight, and then used all means to climb onto the second son's bed.
So their wise and great second son brought this woman back, and even brought her back to the dormitory, cut off her from the outside world, and asked someone to take strict care of her.
First, it can satisfy this woman's inflated vanity and lower her vigilance, and second, it can prevent her from passing on news to the enemy and doing anything that harms the Fulong Palace.
Tianlan poked and poked, her eyes roaming back and forth between the wind and the open window, revealing a smile that could be called lewdness.
The wolf-like gaze made the wind and his liver tremble.
Damn, this girl won't empathize with Xian Yu just because she is under house arrest, right?
"A friend's wife can't be bullied, the master won't have any thoughts about you." Harnessing the wind and sending a message to Tianlan.
Tianlan just grabbed a piece of chopsticks and put it into her mouth, she was so frightened by its words that she choked, turned around, and all the things in her mouth sprayed.
Relying on your uncle, even if she is hungry and cold, she will not take a fancy to it!
The maid didn't know about the communication between Tianlan and Yufeng, and frowned when she looked at it from the side, such a vulgar woman, no wonder the second son couldn't look down on it.
'Girl, you are the first woman to live in the palace of hatred. The maid smiled softly, "You're lucky. ”
Tianlan's eyebrows raised slightly, and she saw through the maid's careful thoughts at a glance.
"Really?" Tianlan replied lukewarmly, and a sneer crossed her lips.
The first, what this means is that there will be a second and third in the future, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the front waves hit the dead beach?
She picked up the teacup and didn't pierce it, just drank the tea quietly, this is a good big red robe, the entrance is slightly astringent, but there is a mellow aroma after the aftertaste.
"Of course, as long as the girl can catch the favor of the second son, your status can be second only to the Suzaku Protector." The maid laughed again.
"Suzaku Protector?" Tianlan raised her eyebrows, this identity made her thunderous.
"The girl doesn't know, the Suzaku Protector and the second son have a marriage contract, and if the second son loves the girl so much, he will never snub the girl in the future."
The maid smiled, but there was a cold light in her eyes. , what she meant by this was just to remind this woman that no matter how hard she tried, she would never be a concubine who could not be on the stage.
But she is damn jealous, because even if she can't get on the stage, she can't envy her.
If it weren't for the second son coming to this Qingyun country, I'm afraid she wouldn't have seen the second son in her life.
Tianlan smiled, but the smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes, and her eyes swept over the maid: "What's your name?" ”
"Slave Hongxue." The maid bowed her head and replied.
"You go out first." Tianlan said lightly, she didn't have much appetite, leaned back on the cushion behind her, and looked at the roof, distracted.
"The slave and maid serve the girl for dinner." Looking at Tianlan's reaction, a hint of pride appeared in the maid's eyes.
"Get out." Tianlan's voice suddenly turned cold, as if there was ice, and the deterrent power startled the maid.
"Yes." The maid's voice trembled a little, although the second son asked someone to put her under house arrest, but she was a little maid, after all, she didn't dare to offend Tianlan, so she obediently withdrew.
"Bad woman." Riding the wind, amber eyes. Seeing the back of the maid disappearing at the door of the hall, she couldn't help but remind Tianlan: "She wants to provoke the relationship between you and Xianyu, little girl, don't believe her." ”
Yufeng said, turning his head, only to find that Tianlan was in a fugue, as if he hadn't heard it at all, and couldn't help but be anxious.
"Xian Yu is sincere to you, for so many years, the master has not seen her treat any other woman well."
Tianlan didn't reply, just stared at the ceiling.
"Little girl, you can't doubt someone else's feelings for you just because of his words." Seeing Tianlan riding the wind like this, the wind couldn't help but cry out for Jun Xianyu, "For so many years, it was the first time he took a woman to that small courtyard, the first time he cooked for a woman, and the first time he used his blood to save others......"
Riding the wind and counting them one by one, Tianlan smiled, it turned out that the second son had so many firsts, and he actually gave them to her.
She hugged the wind, stroked its supple fur, and shook her head.
"Riding the wind, you don't understand, in the human world, marriage and feelings are not the same thing."
She does not deny the dedication and affection of the second son to her, but when bread and love can only choose one, many people choose bread.
Even if some people choose love at the beginning, most of them will compromise in the end, and no matter how strong the feelings are, they will be wiped out in the face of difficult reality.
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