Lin Wan'er was shocked into a cold sweat, and she actually dreamed of Pan Renmei in her sleep, this kid was covered in white light, and he was still smiling warmly at himself in his dream, and his voice was also light, as if floating from a long distance: "Wan'er, Wan'er......"

screamed kindly, what else could Lin Wan'er do, spread her two feet, ran wildly, ran as far as she could, but Pan Renmei seemed to be glued to herself, every time she turned around, she could see this guy floating not far away, and Wan'er screamed annoyed.

After running for a long time, Lin Wan'er finally couldn't run anymore, she stopped panting, and turned her head angrily: "Pan Renmei, are you a little mature, why are you like a maggot on the tarsal bone, pestering me and not letting go?" ”

Pan Renmei stopped floating and stood on the spot: "Wan'er, your analogy is inappropriate." ”

"I don't care if you're appropriate or not!" Lin Wan'er was annoyed, and when she looked at Pan Renmei at this time, she couldn't help but snort, "You deserve it, you were stabbed, why is there such a big pool of blood on your chest?" I accidentally hit a pig, and if you can knock such a big hole in your chest, you can be regarded as an unprecedented person. ”

Pan Renmei glanced down at her chest and smiled bitterly: "Before I came, I also wanted to wipe it clean, it's always bad to see you like this, but I can't wipe it clean when I wipe it around." ”

Lin Wan'er frowned, thinking that she was tired and needed a chair, so she popped up a chair out of thin air, and she could have whatever she wanted in her dreams. She sat up, crossed Erlang's legs, and looked Pan Renmei up and down: "Why are you floating?" Aren't you tired? ”

"I don't want to float either, but unfortunately I can't touch the ground with my feet." Pan Renmei smiled bitterly again. "By the way, I'm not here to talk to you, Wan'er. You need to go quickly, get out of the capital quickly, it's too dangerous here. ”、

"Leave? I've wanted to leave for a long time, but now I'm packing my bags and I'll be back in a few days. Lin Wan'er thought of tea, so she had an extra cup of tea in her hand and took a sip. The taste is a little bitter, and there is an extra piece of rock sugar at the bottom of the teacup.

"No, you're going to go now. Leave immediately, don't go to Lanzhou, go to Xiliang, and don't go back to the Central Plains for the rest of your life. Hurry! Pan Renmei suddenly pounced. His pale face was full of anxiety.

Lin Wan'er was taken aback, spilled tea, turned over the chair, and lay down on her back.

"Oops!" In the darkness, Lin Wan'er screamed, reached out and rubbed her arm, and stood up from the ground with bared teeth.

The nightmare just now woke her up, and she was half asleep for a moment. She fell out of bed and fell hard. Lying back on the bed, but couldn't sleep anymore, he sincerely greeted Pan Renmei, and by the way, he gave the other party a three-word mantra and the third finger of his palm, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, and resentful of Pan Renmei, who disturbed people's dreams. I don't know how long it took, but in the haze, Lin Wan'er heard the constant noise outside the door, accompanied by scattered noises.

Awakened from her daze, Lin Wan'er rubbed her eyes, walked the big hall, and found that everyone was already standing in the hall.

The gate of the small courtyard was suddenly smashed open, and a team of royal guards wearing armor and knives had already blocked the water surrounding the small courtyard, Han Zhong walked out of the middle, his burly figure became more and more cold, and the sound of crackling armor hitting was particularly harsh.

Cordyceps sinensis is busy covering the little happiness in Qingzhu Niang's arms, and now the little happiness is that the Lin family has surpassed Lin Wan'er's baby bump and has become the absolute object and focus of everyone's protection.

Behind Han Chong, a carriage stopped in front of the small courtyard, and Pan Meimei, who looked sad and resentful, stepped down from the car, bent down and helped the prime minister, Pan Chunwei, to walk down.

In Lin Wan'er's impression, Pan Chunwei is a tough hard-line politician, with iron wrists, like Bismarck before the crossing, and his eyebrows and eyes are as upright as an iron rod, but what got out of the car today is an old man with gray temples and an old age, supported by only a breath of heart.

With Pan Meimei's support, Pan Chunwei walked into the small courtyard, and his eyes fell on Lin Wan'er in the center: "Lin Wan'er, did you go to see Renmei last night?" ”

Lin Wan'er's eyes hid suddenly, she was thick-skinned, but recalling what Pan Renmei said last night, she was still worried in her heart, no matter how strong a woman is, she is ashamed, Lin Wan'er is a bad person, but there is still a long way to go on the road of toughness.

"Prime Minister, Wan'er went out to buy Zhou's ornaments for Xiao Xingxing last night, and didn't go to see Mr. Pan." Qingzhu Niang hurriedly said, hurry up and relieve Lin Wan'er.

"My father is talking to Lin Wan'er, where is your place to speak?" Pan Meimei glared angrily, quite imposing.

Lin Wan'er laughed dryly, thinking that it was the incident of beating Pan Renmei last night that made the prime minister angry, stretched out her little finger, and gestured with her fingernails: "Hehe, Prime Minister, I just have such a small contradiction with your son, and I just moved my hand slightly, and I apologize to your son." ”

Pan Chunwei saw Lin Wan'er's smile, and suddenly felt disgust in his heart: "Then you are admitting that you saw Renmei last night, in this case, except for Lin Chengping, Lin Renzhong, and Lin Qianyi, everyone in the Lin family will give Renmei a funeral." When he said the last two words, his words were already full of coldness, and his eyes swept over everyone as if they were looking at a dead person.

Funeral? Lin Wan'er's second monk couldn't figure out for a while, Pan Renmei died? What does it matter to me if he's dead?

It's just that before the rebuttal is still there, the Royal Forest Army has already swarmed up.

In an instant, a gust of wind set off in the small courtyard, and after the Xuanwumen Incident, Li Mubai, who had been recuperating from his injuries, appeared in front of the Imperial Forest Army, dressed in white like snow and motionless like a mountain.

Han Zhong walked out from behind everyone, one hand on the embroidered winter knife on his waist, murderous.

The sweet potato, which had entered Beijing with Lin Wan'er, but didn't see anyone, didn't know where it jumped out of nowhere, smashed to the ground, and put one hand on the hilt of the Nine Dragons Xuanyuan Sword that was wrapped sturdily behind his back: "I see who dares to move!" ”

The shy sweet potato thought that he had said something arrogantly, but no one could hear the trembling in his words.

The sword-idiot boy floated into the courtyard gently, standing on the gate of the courtyard, he had already changed his sword, and he was still full of swords, and there was both murderous and evil aura between his eyebrows: "I probably dare." ”

"Sometimes, you have to fight with the number of people." Zhao Jianchen carried a sword on his shoulder and walked out lazily, and standing beside him was Wei Song, a tiger bear.

As soon as his words fell, ten black shadows floated in, and the ten dead soldiers lined up.

"Well, miscalculated, it seems that there are many other people, and I thought you could make the finale and show your majestic style, but the result doesn't seem good." Zhao Jianchen opened his mouth and said. (To be continued.) )