Shi Lan straightened her sleeve robe and knelt on the couch beside her, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help twitching, if she remembered correctly, it had been eight or nine years since the original owner last saw him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Cousin, Ah Lan is sixteen years old."

The implication is that she is no longer the child who doesn't understand anything.

Ji Lang bowed his head and said: "Yes, a sister-in-law of Ah Lan's age should also find a husband." ”

Shi Lanqiao's face stiffened, Ji Langgui is the great witch of Jiang Guo, would he not know that he has been included in the list of concubines to marry Zhao Guo? He still said this kind of thing to stab her.

"What my cousin said is true, but Ah Lan's husband has already been chosen by His Majesty."

Ji Lang curled the corners of his mouth, with disapproval on his face, "If you don't want to, I'll push it for you." ”

“……”

Suddenly, Shi Lan felt that the death of the original owner was extremely worthless, in order to get close to her indifferent and alienated father, away from this cousin who loved her, but in the end, the father who was in the heart of the original owner pushed her on the road of death with his own hands, and this cousin only heard her mention it and wanted to defend it.

It's clear which is near and which is far.

"My cousin's kindness, Ah Lan understands it. King Zhao is the husband of the world, and Ah Lan's husband should be such a husband who stands up to the heavens and the earth, and Ah Lan is willing to marry with the princess," Shi Lan calmed down the waves in his heart, picked up the chess pieces that were placed aside, and landed lightly on the chessboard.

Ji Lang squinted at her for a long time, and only relieved when he saw that there was no hidden sadness on her face, "When I heard your father say this yesterday, I was still half-convinced, but now it seems that I am indeed too careful." ”

Shi Lan sighed again in her heart, but a smile appeared on her face, "Cousin, Ah Lan came here today to ask for something." ”

Ji Lang raised his hand and landed a sunspot, stopping Shi Lan's offensive that had just been revitalized, "What's the matter?" ”

Shi Lan pursed her lips and dropped again, "Zhao Guolu is far away, and Ah Lan is alone outside, and he wants to learn something." ”

Ji Lang stared at the chessboard, his voice was a little fluctuating because of thought, "What do you want to learn, since someone has Zhang Luo for you, why did you ask to come to me?" ”

Shi Lan waited for him to fall, followed closely behind, and looked straight at Ji Lang with clear eyes, "Ah Lan wants to learn his cousin's witchcraft." ”

Ji Lang finally raised his black ink-like eyes and looked at Shi Lan fixedly, "Why do you have this thought?" ”

Shi Lan straightened her thin body, but her delicate face had the cunning of a little daughter, "Then why did my cousin have such an idea in the first place?" ”

Ji Lang was silent for a long time, suddenly curled the corners of his lips that had been slanted up, laughed loudly, and leaned back a little more in his already crooked posture, "Okay, good question." Ah Lan has really grown up, and she has a trace of Sister A's demeanor back then. ”

Shi Lan looked at such a man for a while, although he was now paying attention to being free and unrestrained, but he was so big and crooked on the couch, not caring about her posture as a junior, was it really good?

"Then my cousin agreed?"

After Ji Lang smiled, he sat up straight, and his eyebrows and eyes were fluttering, "Ah Lan, if you want to learn, you have to show a show." From tomorrow you will stay in my house until you are married. Can you do it? ”

Shi Lan got up with a smile, rubbed her hands, and bowed deeply, "Huh!" ”

Successfully took the first step, Shi Lan was in a very good mood, returned to Shifu with Ah Ping, packed a few clothes, left a letter to inform Shifu, and then came to Jifu proudly.

Xiao Tong had already learned Shi Lan's identity during her absence, and after respectfully taking her to the residence, he ran away with his buttocks.

Shi Lan looked at his back with a smile and shook his head.

The life of Ji Mansion is simple and busy, the mystery and profundity of witchcraft exceed her expectations, and Shi Lan is hungry to absorb all kinds of witchcraft taught to her by Ji Lang.

From healing to praying, from perceiving celestial phenomena to communicating with heaven and earth, Shi Lan explores this magical realm that he has never touched before.

Two months passed in a blink of an eye, Shi Lan danced in the scorching sun, and two steps away, Ji Lang, who had a serious face, held a bamboo strip the thickness of her little finger, and gently tapped her calf from time to time when her movements were not standardized.

A subtle tingling pain spread throughout her leg in an instant, and Shi Lan gritted her teeth, trying her best to recall the posture of Ji Lang who was like an immortal walking and dancing lightly.

Because of the practice of chaos technique, Shi Lan's five senses are keen, and her memory is excellent, Ji Lang only dances once, and she easily remembers it, but she suffers from the uncoordinated limbs, even if her mind is clear, but her movements are always unable to stretch to the expected position.

Fortunately, she has enough toughness and strong ability to endure pain, and after being beaten with a few small bamboo sticks, the extremely complicated Zhuqi Dance is finally imprinted in the depths of her body.

In Shi Lan's opinion, such an achievement can only be said to be unsatisfactory, but for Ji Lang, she is an excellent witch seedling, after all, ninety out of nine witches can only practice some healing and calming methods, and Shi Lan's talent is one in a million, just three days can be born with heaven and earth, a month can communicate with heaven and earth, and now you can pull a line of qi that connects heaven and earth during prayer, so you can become a great witch who surpasses yourself, if you succeed in cultivation, even the ancestral witch deserves it.

Only then did he really move his heart to love talent, and he had the heart to persuade Shi Lan to stay in Jiang Guo.

After a dance, Shi Lan pulled up his sleeve robe to cover the white porcelain-like arms exposed by the stretching of the dance, and his white and tender cheeks were dyed with a gorgeous red because of the violent dance, which caused the children who ran back and forth to peek at them from time to time.

On the side, Ji Lang noticed the strangeness of the little boy, and glanced at it coldly, "What's the matter?" ”

Xiao Tong was startled, and his expression was straightened, and he bowed down with his eyebrows lowered and said, "Lord Lang, Princess Duanyang sent someone to invite the girl into the palace." ”

Ji Lang frowned unhappily, remembering the discussion about Duanyang's conduct that had spread from the palace, and wanted to refuse.

Shi Lan gasped and approached, and said, "Please come later, I'll come when I go." ”

The little boy bowed and sang and left, Ji Lang glared at Shi Lan dissatisfiedly, "Duan Yang is arrogant, it will be no good for you to go." If you don't want to, don't force it. ”

Shi Lan smiled, "Cousin, in the future, I will go to Zhao Kingdom and be in the same place with Princess Duanyang, it is always good to be close at this time." ”

Ji Lang's eyes swept and said disdainfully: "King Zhao is not the only man in the world, Jiang Guoerlang always has a fancy for you." Zhao Guo is far away, and he is evil, if you stay here, I will find another husband for you. ”

Shi Lan smiled, and secretly complained in her heart, where is that scumbag a big husband, but if she doesn't go to Zhao Guo, how can she abuse Duanyang and Yuan Yun, the two sluts.

Seeing Ji Lang with a handsome face, his clothes flying over his already upright posture like a pine bamboo that Ning bent in, Shi Lan's heart softened, and he reached out to pull Ji Lang's flying sleeves, "My cousin feels sorry for me, I know." It's just that Ah Lan has made up her mind, even if she has a good son, she can't get into Ah Lan's eyes. ”

Ji Lang was angry, snorted coldly, raised his hand to withdraw the sleeve that was being dragged by her, and walked away arrogantly.

Shi Lan shook her head helplessly, straightened her windswept skirt, and returned to her temporary guest room.