Ruan Yanluo is not a person who likes to talk big, and if he says it, he will definitely do it.

Momiji didn't know how she had to do this, but just like she never questioned the general's decision at the beginning, she wouldn't question Ruan Yanluo's decision now, in her heart, Ruan Yanluo was the continuation of the general's life.

She asked, "Will the Lord of the Flower God Banquet still go tomorrow?" If I don't go, I'll order someone to tell the palace that the county lord is sick. ”

The flower god banquet is a traditional tradition of the Tianyao Imperial Palace, on the day of the return of the god of flowers, the unmarried men and women of the appropriate age in the families of the officials above the three grades of the Tianyao are gathered together, and the poems are drunk, and the flowers and horses are raced for three days.

If the flower party is a folk blind date feast, the flower god banquet is an upgraded version of the aristocratic blind date meeting.

"Go, why not?" Ruan Yanluo responded very quickly, Cao Wen is the guard in the palace, even if the other people are not guards, they must not be far behind, if they don't enter the palace, how can she get justice for Lan Xiang?

Lan Yue and Lan Xing were still guarding outside, her eyes were red, but she didn't cry.

Ruan Yanluo walked out and said lightly: "Go back to sleep, recuperate your spirits, and sing a big show with me tomorrow." ”

……

The palace, in front of the Ci'an Palace, the carriages and horses are neat and ready to go.

The Queen Mother walked to the carriage with Nangong Ling's hand and asked, "Ling'er, you really don't go to the Golden Pavilion Temple with the mourning family?" ”

Nangong Ling listened with his eyes down and did not speak. The little fish had just suffered a parting of life and death, and the faint crimson in her eyes last night had not yet dissipated in his heart, and he would not leave the capital at such a time.

The Queen Mother glanced at him, pretending not to care and said: "Over the years, I have to go to the Kinkaku Temple to live for a month in March and April every year, praying for Tianyao. Speaking of which, you haven't seen each other in three years. ”

Nangong Ling smiled faintly, he knew very well what the Queen Mother meant, but unfortunately he couldn't do what the Queen Mother wanted.

The Queen Mother was the aunt of his mother, and when the Queen Mother was still there, she was very fond of him, and after the death of the Queen Mother, the Queen Mother took care of him again, and he respected the Queen Mother very much, but this respect was not enough for him to accept what he didn't want at all.

In order to make the Queen Mother not so disappointed, Nangong Ling said lightly: "There are indeed some things that the grandson can't leave in the capital, why don't you go to the Imperial Grandmother in person to greet the Imperial Grandmother when the Imperial Grandmother comes back?" ”

The Queen Mother watched Nangong Ling grow up, and she couldn't know much about her grandson, sometimes what he was thinking, even she might not be able to guess.

He doesn't pretend to anyone, and although he is respectful and filial to himself, he won't let her go wrong because of these few words, so he doesn't expect him to compromise at all. As long as she can create a chance for Nangong Ling and her maiden niece and granddaughter Mei Xianxian to meet, the Queen Mother will be content.

Therefore, hearing Nangong Ling say this, the Queen Mother immediately smiled and said: "That's decided, if you don't come to pick me up at that time, my old bones will not come back from the Golden Pavilion Temple, and I will be buried there when I die." ”

"The imperial grandmother lives forever, and she has to live for many years." Nangong Ling comforted the Queen Mother and personally sent the Queen Mother's carriage and horses out of the palace.

At the same time that the Queen Mother's carriage and horses left the palace from the main gate, Ruan Yanluo, supported by Lan Yue Lanxing, walked down from a small green canopy carriage from the side door.

Almost as soon as she stepped out of the carriage, she habitually straightened her waist and slowly looked around.

Lan Xiang's bones are not cold, although she can't wear filial piety in the palace, she wears a plain white dress.

From the neckline to the hem of the skirt, there is not a single ornamental pendant, and even the belt is just a simple white band. The long jet-black hair is draped over the shoulders like a waterfall, and the minimalist black and white colors depict the cold and lonely beauty.

Lan Yue Lanxing couldn't wear it like Ruan Yanluo, but she also wore it very plainly, and they stood behind Ruan Yanluo, silently looking at their master.

Ruan Yanluo's back was as firm as before, but it was different, the moment she got off the station and straightened her waist, the whole person exuded an amazing sharpness like a weapon, and with this sharpness and sharpness, there was a kind of loneliness that was so deep that it could not be escaped.

Nangong Ling sent the Queen Mother back to the palace, and when she happened to see such a scene, she suddenly felt like her heart was choked by something, and she was so sour that she couldn't speak.

The back was so lonely that he wanted to hug her gently from behind, like the last time he was drunk, telling her that he wouldn't let go, and that he was always by her side.

His little fish is actually not that strong, she is strong.

That feeling only lasted for a very short moment, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye, and when Ruan Yanluo took a step into the palace, she had already recovered into her usual Ji Yanluo, calm, calm, but indescribable pride.

Ruan Yan also saw Nangong Ling, turned his head and smiled slightly, took a burden from Lan Yue's hand, stepped forward and said, "Thank you King Ling for your clothes yesterday, I have washed them, and please don't dislike King Ling." ”

The smile on her face was real and natural, as if the loneliness just now had never existed, what they saw was just an illusion, Nangong Ling blinked, and even he couldn't see a flaw.

"Who washed it?" Nangong Ling stared at the dress and asked slowly, as if he was careless.

If someone else washed it, then throw it away as soon as possible, he is not so poor that he can't even afford a piece of clothing.

Ruan Yanluo smiled, she knew that this kind of high-ranking people were a little weird, originally she wouldn't pay attention to such a trivial matter, but Nangong Ling helped her last night, and this dress made her feel a trace of precious warmth in the cold like hell, so she rarely washed this dress by herself.

smiled and said: "King Ling's clothes, Yan Luo doesn't dare to fake other people's hands. ”

The corners of Nangong Ling's lips were imperceptible, and Ruan Yanluo did not hand over his clothes to his subordinates, which made him feel inexplicably happy.

Reaching out to take the clothes, Nangong Ling said with a slight smile: "I'm sorry for you." ”

"King Ling doesn't have to be polite." Ruan Yanluo nodded goodbye, and walked towards Taoyuan with Lan Yue and Lan Xing.

There are many young unmarried men coming to the Flower God Banquet, and there are concubines in the palace, so naturally it is impossible to be open, and the location is only limited to the peach orchard, and during these three days, all the participants will live in the peach garden, and there are guards guarding the periphery until the end of the Flower God Banquet.

Nangong Ling raised the clothes in his hand, and the faint fragrance of soaphorn greeted him, he raised his eyes to look at Ruan Yanluo's distant back, and there was a fine smile in his eyes.

He knew Ruan Yanluo and knew that she was by no means a person who could not be bullied and did not fight back, and he didn't know what kind of turmoil would cause in this flower god banquet.

But for the sake of this dress, even if his little fish makes monstrous waves, he will press down for her.

With a shake of his hand, he took off his clothes, and with a flick of his hand, Jing Xiao, who was originally empty, suddenly appeared out of nowhere and caught it respectfully.

Nangong Ling put Ruan Yanluo's washed clothes on his body, tied his belt, turned around and asked, "Is it good-looking?" ”

His long eyebrows are flying, his eyes are shining, his lips are not pointed, his face is attractive, and he is a demon.

Jing Xiao swallowed hard, master, you can't be like this, your subordinates don't have broken sleeves, do you want to bend me alive?

And how could such a thing be asked by the master? When did the master care about his appearance?

"I'm asking you!" Nangong Ling sank his face, this is Xiao Yu'er's laundry, does it look good on him, is this question so difficult to answer?

"Beautiful!" Jing Xiao noticed the signs that Nangong Ling was about to get angry, and immediately stood up and said loudly: "The master is chic and elegant in this dress, and the good-looking ones can't be better." ”

"Hmm." When Nangong Ling heard the answer he wanted, he snorted coldly and turned to leave.

Jing Xiao broke out in a cold sweat behind him, is it easy for him, the chief guard, to do it? The things that the master tells him to do must be done, and the master's mind must also be able to figure it out, but the master's mind is something that no one can guess at all.

Like it's just a piece of clothing, is it worth being so happy?