Lan Fengguo. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The tall buildings on both sides of the street are brightly lit and radiate dazzling light.

The dancers on the stage are accompanied by the sound of the piano like a stream tinkling and like an empty valley orchid, and they are jumping very gracefully, which puts on a layer of brilliant colors for the night.

The people in the audience with different colors, listening to the changeable sound of the piano, reveled in this beauty, applauded hard, and applauded loudly.

Behind the tall buildings, several painted sails floated on the moonlit lake, and men and women laughed heartily.

Mixed with a melodious and lingering flute sound, the flute broke Jiang Ye and spread far away one by one, waking up Lan Ting, who was drinking alone.

In the gentle and low sound of the piano, Lan Ting jumped to the path by the lake alone, and followed the sad and ethereal sound of the flute.

Lan Ting jumped dozens of meters and stopped next to an ancient tree, as he expected, under the high tree, a long figure stood between heaven and earth, even at night, Lan Ting could not ignore the bearing of the flute.

Dressed in white, blowing lightly in the wind, as if there was some wound that could not be dissolved, he didn't even give him a look when he suddenly appeared here.

After a long time, perhaps enough, the man took the flute and put his hands behind his back.

As if he didn't put everything around him into his eyes, or said that there was nothing worthy of his attention, he walked gracefully by Lan Ting's side.

A gust of wind swept through Lan Ting's side, raised the corners of his clothes, and called softly:

"Childe, please stay."

The man walking in the moonlight stopped, and a faint sound rang out in the quiet night sky.

Lan Ting didn't have time to be happy that the man really stopped, and he also noticed the difference, and listened quietly.

Several figures flickered in the faint light, imagining the intentions of the people who came, and by the way, they also counted the number of people who came, as well as their cultivation.

Lan Ting thought that these people must be coming for him, and sure enough, those people stood in a row, stood in front of them, and arrogantly shouted to the person who played the flute just now:

"The sword has no eyes, and the acquaintance rolls quickly, so as not to lose his life early."

When Lan Ting thought that the person would not make a sound, the person turned around and smiled lightly on his face, his voice was obviously very gentle, but it made people feel cold:

"I've been in a bad mood lately, are you sure you want to roll?"

The man with a mustache waved the knife in his hand, smiled and said:

"Big brother, what nonsense is talking to him, he wants to find death, we will fulfill him, lest the person to be solved this time be too lonely on Huangquan Road alone, we will send him a companion, which can be regarded as a good thing."

Lan Ting saw that when the man raised his hand, the weapons that those killers were holding that shone with white light were all broken in two, turning into scrap copper and rotten iron.

The hilt of the sword was still in their hands, and the front part had fallen to the ground, and at this time, Lan Ting had some sympathy for the person who had come to assassinate him.

This is not the beginning of the fight, the weapons are gone, how can they fight, they have no weapons, Lan Ting thinks that it should not be too difficult to deal with, he is very confident in his own strength.

What the man with Bazihu said, the people who followed him were still in line, and in the blink of an eye, only screams remained, looking at each other in horror, and they refused to believe that it was true.

Then there was a scream that broke through the sky, and it turned out to be very real, so real that they were all rolling collectively.

Lan Ting opened his mouth and looked at the group of people who were rolling like watermelons, he was a blessing in disguise!

When he saw that group of killers, he regretted that he came here alone, and now, thinking that in the dark, there is a certain number, and he raised his hand and hugged his fists:

"Lan Ting, thank you for the grace of Gongzi's rescue."

Lan Ting saw the man looking at him for a while, and asked in a cold voice:

"The crown prince of Lan Fengguo?"

Lan Ting took a few steps forward and said solemnly: "Yes, if the son has someone to help, Lan Ting will do his best to help." ”

After all, after seeing his skills, he is far from being comparable, and it is better to return the favor to others.

"It's okay to call me Fu Gongzi, in that case, have you heard of a red-haired girl anywhere?"

Since Fu Qian left Fengdu, he circled around Fengdu several times, but he didn't see the person he was looking for, and he has been in Shiguo since then.

After looking for so long, someone really said that they had seen a red-haired person, but the red-haired man was a man, not a girl.

Fu Qian is holding a man and wants to find him, see how he looks, and whether he will have a relationship with the person he is looking for.

Asking Lan Ting if he had ever seen a red-haired person, it was nothing more than a casual question, he didn't think that the person he hadn't met for so long would know because Lan Ting, who was attracted by his flute at night.

"Red-haired man, girl?"

Lan Ting was stunned, he knew one of the men, but the woman had never met her.

It's just that whether to say this or not, it's really hard to steal the sky, after all, it is also the prince of a country, although he stepped on his ribs, at least he got out of trouble because of him.

Nominally, he is also his brother-in-law.

Even at night, Fu Qian did not miss the unnaturalness and hesitation on Lan Ting's face.

Lan Ting was relieved, fortunately it was night, and this person couldn't see his abnormality just now, and soon Lan Ting knew that he was wrong.

"Why, can't you say? I just saved you, I don't want you to be grateful, but I just ask you a question and you can't answer it? ”

Fu Qian raised his eyes and saw that Lan Ting's face was entangled, and he faintly regretted the way he just spoke.

Carrying out the flute he had just played, Fu Qian leaned on the tree pole next to Lan Ting, and put on a posture that he had time to accompany Lan Ting.

Is Fu Qian really idle? No.

The reason why he is like this is nothing more than to deceive Lan Ting, he has been looking for so long, and he has some clues, but he still hasn't found anyone.

He went to Fengdu again to find the person who said that he had seen a red-haired person out of Fengdu, but he never saw that person again.

Although he felt that something was wrong, he just couldn't think of the reason why the man lied to him.

Lan Ting thought of the face of the divination, and couldn't help but wonder if the divination would be a woman, not a man.

Telling Prince Ji about this unknown person like this, Lan Ting was very unhappy in his heart, but he owed others a favor.

And what this man said was not like having a deep hatred with that man, and he pondered:

"I've seen a red-haired man, but he's a man, not a girl."

"You really saw it, do you know where she is now?"

Fu Qian propped himself on the branch with one hand, and didn't even notice that the bark was picked off by him, and the other hand tightly held the turquoise flute in his hand, fortunately, he also knew that this flute could not withstand his strength, although it was tight, the strength was moderate.

Lan Ting thought that he was like the person next to Prince Ji, a cold character, and knew that he was much kinder than Jun Gongzi, at least when he heard his words, there would be joy in his voice.

He felt that in return, he would ask clearly, and then decide whether to tell Fu Gongzi about Prince Ji.