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Because Lan Qingcheng was too young, the emperor and Lan Qian agreed that Lan Qingcheng's birthday after eighteen years would be the wedding date.

Eighteen years later, in March, it was the season of peach blossoms.

General's Mansion Garden

The afternoon sun is shining, on the soft chaise longue under the peach blossom tree in the garden, there is a petite girl, her face is covered with a white peach blossom embroidered silk handkerchief, sleeping fragrantly, her graceful figure is hidden under the pink dress, and her long black hair like satin is scattered on the chair, like a fairy under the flowers.

A gust of wind blew and disturbed her dreams, she turned around, and her casual movements pulled her clothes tightly, revealing her delicate curves, but the person concerned didn't feel how sultry her movements were at the moment.

A glimmer of light flashed in Ye Qin's eyes, who were standing on one side, and it was fleeting.

Another gust of wind blew, and the silk handkerchief on the girl's face was lifted mischievously, revealing a beautiful face.

Her fair skin is almost transparent, and you can almost see the blood vessels under the skin, and her pink cherry lips are slightly open and attractive, and her snort is gentle.

Probably because of the sunshine, there were two blush on her fair face, and her face was even more beautiful, such a moving color, even the peach blossoms on the trees were ashamed of themselves.

The long curly eyelashes fluttered twice, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Just woke up, his throat was dry, and Lan Qingcheng lazily stretched out his left hand.

"Green bamboo, tea!"

The maid with tea behind Ye Qin walked a few steps forward quickly.

Lan Qingcheng reached out to serve the tea without looking, and his fingers accidentally touched the maid's hand holding the tray.

At that moment, a picture flashed in Lan Qingcheng's mind, and her action of holding the teacup paused after touching the maid's hand, and a chuckle escaped from her lips.

This Hua Xinlan is not dead yet.

Pick up the teacup, gently scratch the rim with the lid of the cup, and sniff the tip of your nose.

"Seven days to dissolve bones, within seven days of taking the pain is unbearable, life is worse than death, after seven days the bones of the body will turn into pus."

As soon as the words fell, the maid's expression suddenly became nervous.

"Miss, what did you say?"

"You are not a green bamboo, Hua Xinlan gave you a hundred taels of silver to kill me, this one hundred taels of silver, I'm afraid it's not enough for your coffin fee!" Lan Qingcheng sneered.

Finding that Lan Qingcheng knew his identity, the maid immediately pulled out the dagger hidden in her waist and stabbed at Lan Qingcheng.

Lan Qingcheng dodged unhurriedly.

The assassin turned to attack, and a hand suddenly appeared behind her, and she watched as her dagger stabbed into her heart.

"Miss, the slave maid ...... just now" Luzhu hurriedly ran over, and before she finished speaking, she saw the assassin fall, and she screamed in fright.

"Luzhu, find someone to dispose of the body." Lan Qingcheng plucked her itchy ears and interrupted her with a frown.

"Uh, yes~~"

When the green bamboo left, Lan Qingcheng's good-looking moth frowned slightly, and instructed Ye Qin with a calm face: "Ah Qin, send this cup of seven-day bones to the Horse Mansion, let Hua Xinlan change some new tricks next time, always play poisoning, there is nothing new at all, and then go to the Red Leaf Pavilion and inform Qianling to investigate one thing." ”

"Investigate what?"

"The Dark Ones!"

A strange light flashed in Ye Qin's eyes, it was fleeting, so fast that he couldn't catch it at all, he only asked lightly: "What dark clan?" ”

"The dark clan that disappeared eighteen years ago has reappeared!" This is what she had just learned from the Assassin's memories, and her left hand could probe into people's pasts, and she could never go wrong