"No! If you do that, won't the king's years of planning be in vain? Did not her father die in vain? And the world is so big, the empress is also involved in colluding with the underworld and the other two countries, where can this king and Lan'er flee to? Pang Ruoyitian smiled helplessly, "The world is so big, there is nowhere to stay." Only, a competition. ”

"My subordinates are willing to follow to the death!" His eyes were sincere and his expression was firm.

"If one day, this king can overthrow the world, and he will not fail you! You'll always be my friend! ”

"Lord ......" The hidden heart in the window was moved, and there were tears in his eyes. And outside the window, the stars are dotted, what is the future ending?

Here Pang Ruolan has been sitting in the courtyard, sleepless all night, she watched the white clouds above her head in the blue sky constantly changing shapes, smelling the fragrance of peach blossoms in the courtyard, recalling herself in the 21st century, she also used to be sleepless all night, and she couldn't help but have mixed feelings in her heart.

"Oops! My ancestors! How are you sitting here?! You didn't sit all night, did you? Aunt Liu, the housekeeper, was startled when she saw Pang Ruolan sitting in the courtyard.

"I'm fine, it's dawn, I'll go to Bao'er Pavilion. You can take care of the affairs of the house. Pang Ruolan motioned to the housekeeper to find someone to take care of Mo'er and her father, and left the mansion.

Thinking of the gentle kiss last night, Pang Ruolan was a little nervous at the moment, she couldn't tell what it was like. What do you say when you think you're about to meet? I promised to accompany her last night, but I secretly left.

Sighing softly, Pang Ruolan bought a few flowers from the street stall and walked towards Bao'er Pavilion.

I just walked to the door of Bao'er Pavilion. Pang Ruolan was stunned by what she saw.

In the early morning of Bao'er Pavilion, the male bustards, including the little brothers, were standing in front of the door, and some had already gone back, as if they were in a difficult situation. When Qingling saw Pang Ruolan, tenderness flashed in her eyes, but she didn't say anything, and followed everyone back to the pavilion.

Seeing that Qingling deliberately distanced herself, Pang Ruolan didn't call him, went inside, and walked straight into his room. I asked what was going on. Why is Bao'er Pavilion so loud in the early morning, and everyone in the pavilion gathers outside the door.

And Qingling only said a word, and Xi Yao left. When Pang Ruolan came to her senses and asked, did she leave a message for herself. Qingling shook her head.

"She's gone? She's gone......" muttered to herself. Pang Ruolan thought about it, could this be a joke made by the eccentric Xi Yao and herself? She must have been unhappy that she hadn't been with her last night. It must be like this!

Thinking so, Pang Ruolan ran to Xi Yao's room and pushed open the door.

It's really empty, Xi Yao is gone. Say goodbye without saying goodbye.

The past few days of getting along are like a dream, but at this moment, the dream was suddenly awakened, and I realized that I had lost a lot. Even, it's too late to say goodbye.

Eyes swept to every corner of the room, Pang Ruolan was suddenly attracted by a red letter on the dressing table, and she walked over.

The red letter in front of him was cut into a peach heart, and the handwriting on it was simply written: Dream is not a dream.

"Dream is not a dream? Dreams are not dreams...... "Pang Ruolan didn't know what this meant, but it suddenly occurred to her that Xi Yao hadn't given this red paper to anyone, nor had she told others to bring me a message, if I hadn't come to this room to find her, I would never have seen these three words......

Putting the red heart in her arms, Pang Ruolan thought, is this Xi Yao's friendship? Or something else?

Just as she was thinking, she heard scolding from the courtyard, pushed open the door and walked out, only to see a flower-dressed flower falling being pointed at her nose by the black fog and scolding.

"Don't you think! Although I am the little brother of Bao'er Pavilion, I will not play with you! I don't accept what you call a novelty! Hualuo's voice was cold, holding back her anger.

"Playboy, you're from her! She's but, she's Miss Black Mist! Don't make trouble for our Bao'er Pavilion! The male bustard persuaded him bitterly on the side, not as in the past to help the cold wind.

"She wants me to play the guzheng while composing new lyrics, and if she is not satisfied, she asks me to take off my clothes and accompany her to do that dirty thing in this courtyard!" Hua Luo's eyes looked sad and angry, but she secretly forbeared, because she knew that she had to gain a foothold in this Bao'er Pavilion, and she had her own mission.

The black fog on the side seemed to be tired of scolding, and when he saw Pang Ruolan walking towards him, he simply sat on the chair and listened to the male bustard's help to lobby.

Because of her deep memory of Black Mist's words, Pang Ruolan looked at the black hair that was blown back and forth by the wind on the side of Black Mist's mouth, and the dimples on her face loomed.

"What are you laughing at? What to laugh at! If it weren't for my mother telling me not to be like you, would you think you would be alive and well? Do you think you can stand here with a swagger? Black Mist's fat face was full of anger, but he didn't move.

"Now that Mrs. Xiyao is gone, do you think I'm going to be afraid of you?!" Black Mist grinned, as if he was very proud.

"Only a playboy in this world can dress so enchantingly, and you are not worthy of his company. Besides, today, I made an appointment with the boy. It's none of your business here, so why do you want to go! If you don't want to be beaten, get out of here! Pang Ruolan said angrily, her eyes swept over the few women who followed the black mist.

Because of the loss last time, knowing that they were defeated by Pang Ruolan, several women did not speak, and they all waited for Black Mist's instructions.

"The prime minister has arrived!" With a shout, everyone was shocked.

Bathing in the morning sun, she slowly walked towards everyone, about 40 years old but still demeanor, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows implied a different kind of style and charm. A bright blue floor-length dress swayed gently in the wind behind her, enchanting and blooming.

Sent away a few attendants in official uniforms and weapons behind her, and walked towards everyone with a smile, her eyes were calm without a trace of waves.

"Mother, you're finally here! She bullied children! That's what youlan is! Black Mist saw the prime minister running over happily, lying coquettishly.

"Youlan asks the prime minister for peace, and the prime minister is blessed." Pang Ruolan was shocked, no wonder this black fog even Bao'er Pavilion, which was involved with the imperial court, had no way to take her, it turned out that her mother was actually a prime minister.

"You kid, didn't I tell you to be polite to Miss Youlan? Don't you even take my words to heart? Although the words were cold, the doting look in the prime minister's eyes was difficult to hide.

"Youlan is guilty, Youlan doesn't know that Miss Black Mist is the prime minister's daughter, otherwise you wouldn't dare to be disrespectful to Miss Black Mist if you borrow Youlan's guts." Pang Ruolan never thought that a mother and daughter would have so many differences in appearance, but after thinking about it for a while, she also realized that it seems that the prime minister may be for the man's family background.

"Humph! Do you know now that you can't afford to mess with me? It's late! I'm telling you, it's late!! The black fog was about to scold something, but was stopped by the prime minister with a look.

"Women don't teach, mother's fault! I hope Miss Youlan will bear with me. The prime minister smiled slightly, and motioned for the Bao'er Pavilion guys to move a few chairs to the courtyard.

"Sit down, everybody! Male bustard! Come here! The prime minister beckoned slightly. (To be continued......)