Ruan Yanluo took the handkerchief handed by Lan Yue and wiped her hands slowly, she wiped it very carefully, and every finger was finely touched. dm

Before she came out, she had different drugs on her left and right hands, one that the horse liked but would make it manic, and one that the horse hated.

She first fed the horse with her hand that would make the horse manic drugs, and unexpectedly watched the horse lick the drugs off her hand, and then patted Ding Yuan's shoulder with the hand that would make the horse disgusted with drugs, so that the smell would stick to his clothes. Then, he deliberately said those words, which made Ding Yuan nervous and sweaty, and aroused all the medicinal smell on his body.

Lan Xiang suffered so much and hurt so much before she died, she would make everyone who hurt her repay it tenfold and hundredfold.

Cao Wenzheng was beaten to pieces, Zhang Cheng was suffocated to death, and now Ding Yuan was trampled to death by ten thousand horses, all for this reason.

In fact, Ding Yuan dug his own grave because he picked this horse, and he had already dug his grave for himself from the moment he dared to touch Lanxiang, all he had to do was when to lie down.

After this accident, the Jockey Club could not be held, but it was a pity that those young ladies in full costume not only couldn't show their sassy and heroic posture in front of everyone, but also trembled one by one, and their faces turned pale.

Ruan Yanluo hooked his lips and turned around proudly, but he looked at a fairy-like and elegant face behind him.

Wei Liu, dressed in white, looked at her quietly, his dark eyes revealing a little clarity.

Ruan Yanluo's breathing was sluggish, and his expression was a little annoyed. She did these things to get justice for Lan Xiang, and it was useless for anyone to stop her, and she never regretted it.

But when she saw Wei Liu at this time, she was a little uncomfortable.

Wei Liu can stay in Tianyao Capital for more than ten years and be safe and sound, his intelligence is beyond doubt. In the past two days, there have been a series of dead people in the peach orchard, even if others don't know what's going on, how can Wei Liu not see it?

Although he was in the deep palace, the news outside could never be hidden from him, and Ruan Yanluo believed that Wei Liu must have paid special attention to her, otherwise how could he be so coincidental to show up when she was drunk that night?

Lan Xiang's death, Wei Liu must have known about it a long time ago, and he must have known that she had done everything in Taoyuan in the past few days, Ruan Yanluo was not afraid that Wei Liu would know these things, but she didn't want Wei Liu to see such a cruel side of her.

In the final analysis, she is a girl after all, no matter how strong and sharp she is, she hopes to leave the best impression on the man she likes.

But on the contrary, in such a bloody and vicious scene, Wei Liu appeared, and he saw all of them in his eyes.

Ruan Yanluo frowned slightly, sulking with himself.

With a chill between her eyebrows, Ruan Yanluo looked up in surprise and saw Wei Liu's fingertips gently caressing her forehead, slowly stretching her eyebrows for her.

"Don't frown." Wei Liu said in a low voice.

There were a lot of people around the racecourse, and Wei Liu's identity was embarrassing, he should never have done such a thing on such an occasion, but seeing Ruan Yanluo's frowning brows, he couldn't help but do it.

Ruan Yanluo was stunned at first, and then smiled shallowly, she is her, if others like it, they should like all of her, otherwise it is better not to like it. If she only likes a part of her, and wants her to change the rest, she will definitely tell the person unceremoniously: turn around and take a step, so that you can not send it away.

This is her usual style, but I don't know how to see Wei Liu.

Probably because Wei Liu felt too good, so she subconsciously wanted to make herself better, so as not to be worthy of him.

There were still a lot of people around, Wei Liu withdrew his hand and didn't say anything more, but Ruan Yanduo's mood was completely different.

Not long after, the chief deacon and eunuch came in a hurry with people, while ordering people to subdue the startled horses, and at the same time evacuating the crowd with kind words, Ruan Yanluo and Wei Liu were inconvenient to stay longer, looked at each other and smiled and walked to the place where they lived.

Turning a few flowers, Ruan Yanluo was walking, and suddenly a pen rolled down the slope next to him, just in front of Ruan Yanluo's feet.

Ruan Yanluo subconsciously stopped, and was surprised how there could be a pen here, when a lazy voice came from the side: "Lord Yanluo, this king's pen accidentally fell, please help this king pick it up." ”

Ruan Yanluo turned his head and saw a small pavilion ten paces away on the slope, and Nangong Ling was standing on the edge of the pavilion, staring at her.

He was wearing a azure piping embroidered four-clawed silver python robe, with a hairband of the same color hanging down on his chest at will, his expression was accustomed to being careless, and the whole person was standing naturally, but at a glance, it still gave people a thrilling feeling, handsome and earth-shattering.

Demons!

Ruan Yanluo sneered. She has never valued a person's appearance, and she has always been very broad-minded, but every time she sees this person, she can't control the imbalance, what does this kind of appearance of an angry man forcing a woman to death? Is it born to make people envious, jealous and hate?

For the first time, Ruan Yanluo was a little depressed, she was also a young girl in her cardamom years, and she couldn't even compare to a man.

If someone else asked Ruan Yanluo to pick up the pen, she wouldn't pay attention to it at all, because others didn't have this qualification at all, but as the mythical Lord Ling of Tianyao, he was undoubtedly one of the few people with this qualification.

Ruan Yanluo picked up the pen, slowly walked to the small pavilion, and handed the pen to Nangong Ling.

Nangong Ling didn't answer, but raised his eyebrows and asked, "Has the Lord of Yanluo ever heard a sentence called digging his own grave?" ”

Ruan Yanluo raised his head violently in his heart, this sentence was what he had just said, at that time, there were obviously no other people around, how could Nangong Ling know? Did he really hear it, or did it just happen to happen?

The black and white eyes swept over Nangong Ling carefully, but Nangong Ling had nothing on her face, only a pair of eyes with something she couldn't understand.

It seems to be ...... Calculate?

Nangong Linggui is the most noble prince in Tianyao, she is just a powerless shell county lord, what can he calculate himself?

This thought swirled around Ruan Yanluo's mind, she raised her chin slightly, and said coldly, "I don't understand what King Ling is talking about. ”

The corners of Nangong Ling's lips suddenly hooked, reached out and took the pen from Ruan Yanluo's hand, and said pointedly: "You will understand soon." ”

After speaking, he ignored Ruan Yanluo, took out a booklet with a delicate cover from his arms, spread it out on the stone table, dipped it in ink and wrote it stroke by stroke.

Although Ruan Yanluo was a little curious about what Nangong Ling was writing, she and Nangong Ling were not familiar enough to share the secret, so they said goodbye and simply turned around and left.

For many years afterward, whenever Ruan Yanluo remembered the events of this day, she felt that she was a pig. The pavilion was a dozen steps away from her, and the road in the middle was not glass or marble, if it wasn't for someone doing it on purpose, how could a pen roll so far, and just roll to her feet?

If she had known that Nangong Ling's booklet was written with those messy things, she would not have handed him the pen even if she died, let alone be dug up by Nangong Ling's calculations, and she would have been bullied and bullied by him in the days that followed, and she couldn't say a word of rebuttal.