When Mrs. Zhao returned to her bedroom, it was already dusk, and after a day of hard work, Mrs. Zhao did not have the slightest tiredness.

In Mrs. Zhao's room, the first-class maid helped the old lady to sit down on the Taishi chair by the windowsill, gently took the tiger head cane in Mrs. Zhao's hand, and carefully placed it in one place.

Hanyu had already wrung a hot towel to carefully clean Mrs. Shen's hands, Hanyu brought hot tea, and Hanfeng was kneeling on the ground to take off the embroidered shoes on Mrs. Zhao's feet and replace them with a pair of thin and soft silk shoes.

After Mrs. Zhao drank half a cup of tea, she closed her eyes and pinched her shoulders and legs by the four maids, and she thought carefully about which step she should take next.

This idea in her heart began to form during the night banquet in the palace, but because the timing was not familiar enough, perhaps it was not imminent, so she never attached it to action.

That day, Shen Qianran turned her face in the face of many difficulties, trampling all the enemies under her feet, making her see a potential crisis.

In particular, the blatant oath of Shen Qianran and King Ning in the palace made her feel that with King Ning's help, this threat might become a reality and subvert the entire Zhao family.

And his granddaughter Zhao Qiqi, hid in her mother's arms like a wounded little sheep one night, the tears in the corners of her eyes never dried up, and glanced at King Ning from time to time, how could this kind of little daughter's thoughts be hidden from her?

She thought that if Zhao Qiqi and Shen Qianran were locked together, it would definitely be Shen Qianran who could come out. Now Zhao Qiqi still has her wholeheartedly protected, what if one day, she closes her eyes?

"Old lady, do you want to pass the meal?" Yahuan's smoky whisper temporarily interrupted Old Madam Zhao's meditation. Old man Zhao glanced sideways at the sky outside, the sun had set, but it was summer, and it was not necessarily dark. She didn't have any appetite at this time, so she said, "You go and wait outside, and when your master returns home, let him come to my bedroom." ”

"Yes, old lady!" ”

Because of the hot weather, the maids had already withdrawn the Tuanpu on the Taishi's chair, and Mrs. Zhao felt that the chair she was sitting on was also guilty, after all, she had been sitting in a sedan chair for a long time today, and her body was already a little tired. She stretched out her hand, rubbed her lower back, and suddenly felt that someone was poked hard in her heart, and a fierce one stood up, pushed away the wind at her feet with both hands, and shouted in a deep voice, "Call me Mama Qi and the two minions who are in charge of painting!" ”

Hanfeng beat Mrs. Zhao's legs, beat for more than half an hour, already a little drowsy, was pushed by Mrs. Zhao, the whole person sobered up, busy supporting the numb legs barely stood firm, and hurried out after a blessing.

"Close the door for me!" Old man Zhao's face was full of anger, he slapped the coffee table next to him and sat down, the cup shook, and with a flick of his hand with hatred, he swept the cup on the coffee table out of the corner and smashed it.

Hanyu took a few short steps, knelt down, and swept quickly with her hand, the broken porcelain slashed across her palm, cutting out obvious blood marks. The pain made her bite her lower lip, but she didn't dare to make any sound. When she swept the broken porcelain into one place, she didn't even have time to scoop things around, and directly used her own skirt to hold them. Old Madam Zhao was wearing thin silk shoes in the middle of summer at this time, and if she stepped on the broken porcelain on the ground, she would definitely be cut, and then their sin would be great.

As soon as Mama Qi heard Mrs. Zhao's summons, she revealed with a slight tone that Old Madam Zhao was angry. Mama Qi knew that she couldn't hide it. She just bathed her, her hair was scattered and she was leaning on the bed and squinting, and she didn't even have time to comb her hair, so she hurriedly followed Hanfeng to Mrs. Zhao's bedroom.

The painting has been transmitted, and he is kneeling outside the courtyard of Mrs. Zhao with his head down. When Mama Qi deliberately walked past the painting, she lowered her voice and quickly threw down a sentence, "Tell the truth!" ”

Old Madam Zhao was walking anxiously back and forth in the outer room of the dormitory with a tiger's head cane, and when she saw Mama Qi, she ordered the door to be closed.

Everyone retreated silently, and Mama Qi knelt down in front of Mrs. Zhao with her hair scattered and half-run, and knelt down on all fours and knocked her head three times in a row, "Slave maid, please lecture the old lady!" ”

Old Madam Shen put her cane on the top of Mama Qi's head and landed on the ground with a heavy thud, and sneered, "You are also a bit of a knowledgeable minion, say, what the hell is going on today, I will finish training you, and immediately train that girl, if you two dare to deceive half a sentence, I will say ugly things ahead, don't say it is you, even your family will not let go!" ”

The sound of the tiger head cane hitting the ground pierced Mama Qi's eardrums, Rao is her age, and her limbs lying on the ground were still trembling at this time, "Old lady, please calm your anger, the slave and maid don't dare to say anything again!" Mama Qi kowtowed again and again, and then explained in detail the situation of leaving Shuiyue Nunnery that day, and said the intention to hide it at that time, just for the sake of Zhao Qiqi's reputation. After all, there are many people in the house.

Mama Qi is Zhao Seventeen's nurse, and she is interested in Zhao Seventeen, and Mrs. Zhao has always known it. What's more, after Zhao Qiqi left with Yijing, Mama Qi was transferred to her side to wait for her, and it has been many years, whether this old mama is loyal or not, Mrs. Zhao knows better than anyone else.

It's just that today is a matter of life and death for the Zhao family, and she must ask the truth.

After Mama Qi was reprimanded by Mrs. Zhao for most of the hour, she sent a message to someone to bring the painting in, and told Mama Qi to go into the inner room and wait.

The painting is thoughtful, and when he kneels outside, he doesn't need to be mentioned by Mama Qi, and he knows that there is no other way out today except to tell the truth.

After entering the room, he knelt down at the feet of Mrs. Zhao with her skirt, hung her head, and clearly explained what she knew about what happened. Mrs. Zhao listened to the two of them, and the calibers of the two were exactly the same, and even the details were clear. If it was in the past, Old Madam Zhao would definitely have to be punished, but this time, for the sake of Zhao Seventeen, she didn't want to pursue it, so that the shrewd people in the mansion could see what signs they had. Then he commanded the two to keep their mouths shut, and sent them out.

She instructed Hanyan and Hanyu to go to the treasury to move all the holy decrees received by the Zhao family in the past hundred years to her bedroom, especially during the reign of Emperor Desheng.

The two maids took the steward of the house, and in less than half an hour, they carried a box of things back to Mrs. Zhao's bedroom.

She ordered the maid in the dormitory to display the lanterns, close all the doors and windows, and then retreat from the crowd, and bolted the door of the dormitory from the house.

There was a table of eight immortals in front of the windowsill of the bedroom, and Mrs. Zhao thought that the brightness of a palace lamp on the table was not enough, so she took off the two lamps hanging on the wall and put them on the table, and then carefully took out the Danshu iron scroll from her arms and spread it out.

Under the bright palace lamp, Old Madam Zhao frowned, trying her best to identify the traces of every word on the Danshu iron scroll, because after many years, she could not confirm the authenticity of the Danshu iron scroll in front of her just by looking at it. After all, it is a matter of life and death for the Zhao family, so she can't make any mistakes.

Until the moonlight passed through the mottled branches and hit the screen window, Mrs. Zhao raised her head tiredly from the curl, gently rubbed her sore eyes, and removed the three bright lights in front of her. The wrinkled corners of his mouth finally cracked into laugh lines.

Yes, whether it is from the year of the scroll, the handiwork of the embroidery thread, or from the habit of the pen, and the emperor's seal, all of them show that this Danshu iron scroll is an item from a hundred years ago, and it can be completely ruled out that when it is placed on Zhao Qiqi, it may be transferred by someone.

Others don't know Zhao Qiqi, and even Zhao Qiqi doesn't know her own little habit, whenever she lies, she always borrows the habit of coquettishness to hug her, because of her weak heart, she habitually tickles her back. This innocent child didn't even know that she had betrayed herself with a small gesture.

Old Mrs. Zhao also rubbed her back because of her sore back, and suddenly remembered that something was wrong with Fang Cai.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and the tiger head crutch beside her tentacle, but accidentally touched it, and the tiger head crutch disappeared from the corner of the Eight Immortals table, and the tiger head just smashed on the bronze statue in the corner of the wall, and the tiger's eye inlaid on the tiger's head shattered and scattered to the ground.

Mrs. Zhao "chuckled" in her heart, this tiger head cane has been with her for ten years, and she usually bumps and bumps, the tiger head has always been intact, why did it suddenly crack today.

She had an ominous premonition in her heart, and she was even more sure that the Zhao family was in trouble, and she clenched the Danshu iron scroll in her hand, which was obtained because of Zhao Seventeen, hoping that it could bring good luck to the Zhao family!

When Mrs. Zhao opened the door, she saw Yong'an Hou and her fourth son Zhao Chuanrong, sixth son Zhao Chuansheng, and the third generation of the Zhao family, except for Zhao Chengen and a few soldiers outside, almost all of them had arrived.

Mrs. Zhao swept away all the children and grandchildren, with persistence and firmness in her eyes, and her voice was majestic, "Let's go, all go to the ancestral hall, face the ancestors and ancestors, grandmother has something to say!" ”

Zhao Chuanming and Zhao Chuanrong saw that their mother did not have a cane, so they stepped forward left and right to support them and walked towards the ancestral hall of the Zhao family.

After worshipping the ancestors, burning incense, and comforting the martyrs, Mrs. Zhao sat down on the Taishi chair in the center of the ancestral hall, and all the men of the Zhao family stood beside her.

Old Madam Zhao took the hot tea brought by Yong'an Hou, used the tea lid to remove the tea powder, took a sip, did not look up, and asked casually, "Boss, what is King Ning's actions in the court today?" ”

Yong'an Hou took the tea cup that Mrs. Zhao had drunk half of, handed it to her son Zhao Chengluo, and bowed down to reply, "There is no major injury in the court, but in Yong'en Temple, the shape is not optimistic!" ”

Old Madam Zhao smiled with relief, took out the Danshu iron scroll from her arms, and handed it to Yong'an Hou beside her, "Boss, tell me, what is this!" ”

Zhao Chuanming took it respectfully, spread it out and took a closer look, his expression was solemn, and he said solemnly, "Back to my mother, this is the iron scroll of the Danshu issued by the Emperor of Xiling's founding virtue." At that time, only three volumes were awarded, and after a hundred years, two volumes have been returned to the Imperial Palace and stored in Ouchi, which is the last volume to be lost! ”

Old Madam Zhao heard the sound of exclamation in the ancestral hall, her voice was full of excitement and suppressed excitement, she coughed lightly, and after the hall calmed down, she asked slowly, "Chuanming, tell your brothers and nephews, what is the use of this Danshu iron scroll?" ”

"Emperor Desheng decreed that in addition to killing the monarch and plotting rebellion, all other sins can be pardoned with this Danshu iron scroll, and if the safety of the society is in danger, you can order the Praetorian Guards in the capital to protect the imperial city."

The Zhao family is a hundred-year-old family, and the children and grandchildren of the Zhao family have been influenced by the family since childhood, and they are well-informed, so they naturally know the origin and origin of the Danshu iron scroll. At this time, they were excited that this Danshu iron scroll actually fell into the hands of the Zhao family.

Old Madam Zhao didn't tremble, she stood up, slowly looked around at the children and grandchildren around her, and asked word by word, "If, grandmother sues you, even with this Danshu iron scroll, you can't keep the Zhao family, can't keep the head on your neck, you say, what should our Zhao family do?" ”

Everyone shouted in unison, "Please reprimand grandmother!" ”

Mrs. Zhao felt that at this time, the Buddha had returned to the past, and when she ordered all the soldiers to be generous and righteous at the time of life and death, she made the last encouragement in the school, "Do you still remember the fact that the edge of the Heavenly Punishment Mountain and Water was cut off and the people of a village died of thirst?" Old Madam Zhao had a solemn face, and her eyes gradually became fierce, and she said word by word, "As long as the emperor knows that Qin Zhiyao is the daughter of my Zhao family, and this gap has been opened, grandmother will tell you that within a year, the Zhao family will disappear in Xiling!" "At the beginning, she rescued Qin Zhiyao and put her in Shuiyue Nunnery for temporary shelter, just to keep a daughter.

I didn't think that there was such a deep feud between Qin Zhiyao and Emperor Lan Yuyan, but many things often started at a beginning, and they began to lose their momentum.

When she learned that Emperor An Chang'an was forced to change her white hair for ten years, and Concubine Zhen and Concubine Liu were ready to move, she came up with this plan to kill people with a knife.

The only thing she didn't expect was that Qin Zhiyao was uneasy, left Shuiyue Nunnery, disguised himself as Fuxiang, and hid in the emperor's side, and at that time, she had no choice but to protect and hide from the dragon's guard.

One wrong step, one wrong step, has caused today's situation!

"Mother, it's up to you to decide!"

"Grandmother, you command, grandchildren listen to you!" Yong'en Temple

Yong'en Temple is open on one side, built on three sides by the mountain, such as layers of red walls inlaid behind the ecumen-colored mountains, it seems that the mountains embrace the ancient temple in the sleep, one red and one dove, the evil is distinct.

Lan Jin stepped out of the carriage, wearing a purple and red robe, with a jade belt around his waist, his facial features were as delicate as jade carvings, and under the sun, his glass eyes showed off dazzling light, making the Praetorian Guards in front of the temple all forget to hold their breath, and they all looked at the man in front of them who made the earth and mountains lose color.

He came today, ready to say goodbye to Lanting and Shen Qianran, and by the way, he took the little girl away, he had already mentioned to Wen Zhibin that it would take at least half a year to go to Jiangnan this time, so he wanted to take the little girl to Jiangnan for a tour, so as to save her from staying in Beijing and jumping up and down.

He did not immediately enter the temple gate, but stood in front of the temple gate steps, looking at a couplet on both sides of the temple gate, "Here is a smile, when to face the wall for three years"

Behind him, Rong Die was dressed in a purple butterfly sleeve palace skirt, covered with a layer of real red gauze shirt, which became more and more hazy, and a two-tailed sparrow between her temples seemed to come to life in the sun, swaying and shining.

Today, she heard that Lan Jin was going to Yong'en Temple, so she proposed that she wanted to go to see her sister Zhang Zhixiang there.

Rong Die looked at Lan Jin who was standing a foot away from her, although he was waiting for her there, she stretched out her hand, emptily grabbed the figure left behind him, and called out silently, "Your Highness......" She looked forward to it, he had a trace of telepathy towards her, turned around, even if it was to look at her.

That person, facing the wind, his clothes fluttering, to her, only the back from beginning to end, Rong Die's heart was slightly sour.

He told her that her father, Zhang Jinhe, would soon be rehabilitated, and that the case had entered the final procedure in the Criminal Prosecution Department, and that he was only waiting for the emperor to return to Beijing to approve the decree. But she knew that even if her father was rehabilitated, she would not be able to stand by his side in a dignified manner, because he was the most noble prince in the world today, and she was sold into the official prostitute camp since she was a child, and fortunately avoided receiving customers at a young age. Doing rough work in the camp of official prostitutes. What I think about every day, as long as I can eat enough, where do I know what family feuds are.

Later, in the official prostitute camp, she heard a few guests talking about a stunning boy with a pair of glass eyes, but unfortunately there was something wrong with his spirit, and he cried "Father save me" all day long.

Rong Die's father was the mentor of the Seven Princes, and she had also met with Lan Jin a few times, and after hearing this, she had some suspicions that the boy was probably Lan Jin, because she almost didn't see such eyes in Xiling.

She looked for an opportunity, secretly crawled into the servant next door, and finally let him see Lan Jin who was carried back to Xiaoyuan with an injury on the third day. She didn't dare to make a noise at that time, so she quietly went to the yamen, threw a note to the official at the yamen, and ran away.

She originally thought that after Lan Jin was rescued, she would definitely come back to find his rescue benefactor, and then she would be saved. Who knows, all the servants and the people in the brothel of the Red Mansion were slaughtered overnight, but fortunately she was in the official prostitute camp and escaped a catastrophe.

After half a year, she was photographed by the old bustard and began to let people teach her singing and dancing skills. On the day of the fourteenth year, he was ordered to pick up customers.

When she didn't know what to do, someone approached her and accused her that Zhang's father was unjustly killed, saying that his master was overturning the case for the Zhang family, and asked her if she was willing to do a detailed job.

She just wanted to live in the official prostitute camp for the rest of her life to serve those officials with fat brains and oily intestines, so she might as well agree. If one day the grievances of the Zhang family can really be resolved, she will be able to completely escape the fate of official prostitutes.

Then someone ransomes her and sends her to a secret base to teach her how to recognize something useful.

At the beginning, she was sent to some high-level Red Mansions to be a clearer, secretly collecting some information, and she didn't dare to take too risks, and the information provided was all irrelevant, until later, she learned that the real owner was Zhao Chengen, the son of the Zhao family.

At that time, her first association was Lan Jin.

Because Lan Jin and Zhao Chengen were very close when they were young, she and Lan Jin were the same age, and her father was Lan Jin's mentor, so she naturally studied chess with Lan Jin when she was young, and she was naturally no stranger to Zhao Chengen, who always followed Lan Jin's side.

Although I didn't know anything about love at that time, I looked forward to seeing Lan Jin every day.

If Zhao Chengen is under the orders of His Royal Highness the Seventh, this will be great news for her. She knew that this was a battle between the princes, and if one day the seventh prince ascended to the throne, then she would have something to rely on for the rest of her life.

Since that day, she has wholeheartedly sought useful information for Zhao Chengen.

Five years ago, she was sent to the prince's mansion and was raised by the prince in Longjingxuan.

In the power of the military department, because of her reliable information, Lan Jin avoided that robbery.

"Hong Qi, you accompany Rong Die to the temple to find Shitai, and let Shitai arrange for the two sisters to meet." Lan Jin turned sideways and ordered Hong Qi, because of the backlight, Rong Die couldn't see the expression on his face, she moved forward in a slightly disappointed way, looked up at the end of the high Yong'en Tower, and looked down at Lan Jin, her face was seven points shy and red, but with three points of self-control, "Your Highness, Rong Die heard that there is a monster imprisoned on this tower, I ......"

Lan Jin also raised his head, glanced at it a few times, and his glass eyes were as thin as a sharp dark color, and when he lowered his head, he had already stepped into the threshold of the temple.

Ji Qi made a hand gesture, "Miss Rong, let your subordinates take you to your sister early, Your Highness will not stay here for long!" ”

Lan Jin was led by the Praetorian Guards to the temple gate, and came to the temporary garden of Shen Qianran and Lan Ting.

After changing the way of the guards of King Ning's Mansion in the garden, Lan Jin just walked into the door of the small courtyard and saw Shen Qianran coming out of a meditation room.

Shen Qianran was a little surprised when he saw Lan Jin's visit, he opened his lips and smiled, but he didn't know what to call it, the corners of his mouth were mixed with some bitterness, and there was a hint of emotion and complexity in his eyes.

Lan Jin's eyes were as cold as glass beads, and he glanced at this small courtyard slightly, and opened his mouth first, "I'm here to pick up the embroidery!" If he wanted to say goodbye to her, Lan Jin couldn't say it for a while, knowing that it was his own sister in front of him, but when he didn't see each other in this bloodline, he would have a lot of concern, but when he looked at Shen Qianran's face that was too similar to Ning Changan, he couldn't bring him a sense of closeness! Perhaps, if Shen Qianran was not the daughter of Ning Changan and Shen Yichen, he would appreciate her more.

It doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong, he has some disgust for Ning Changan and the son born to others from beginning to end.

Shen Qianran has been seven points more sensitive than ordinary children since she was a child, she smiled faintly, took all the overturns in her chest, and said lightly, "She and Ci'er are in the room, you come with me!" ”

The road was so short that it was not even enough for the two of them to make a noise, and the two of them came to a hut.

"Xianggong, it's so heavy, you are so uncomfortable that the little birds are going to be squeezed out to pee......" Before they reached the window, both of them heard two young humming voices from the room.

Wen Xiu sat up straight, her little buttocks deliberately twisted heavily on Ning Tianci's lower abdomen, her face full of disgust, "Then don't drool, it's all dirty, and Ah Xiu won't dare to kiss you!" ”

The little guy was pressed to the stomach uncomfortable, and he pushed Wen Xiu with his chubby hand, but she was too small to push Wen Xiu, who was four years older, so she had to have a little face with a pink brain, and made a fuss angrily, "Ci'er doesn't like your kiss and give it, it hurts, Ci'er likes her mother and kiss her child, fragrant!" He felt that the game was getting less and less fun.

Wen Xiuwu's black eyes widened, stretched out two hands, pinched the little guy's face and squeezed it hard, angry, "The cave room is all about playing kisses, you are stupid, you can't play anything!" ”

Ci'er was oppressed so that she had no strength to resist, and sobbed aggrievedly, "Ci'er don't want a cave room, Ci'er's mouth hurts you so much." ”

"Then you have to bear with it!" Wen Xiu said domineeringly, "When my uncle was in the cave room, I hid under the bed, and I heard Aunt Nine crying. Uncle not only bit Aunt Jiu, but also beat her for one night......" Wen Xiu frowned, biting her lip and recalling vigorously, and finally seemed to remember something, and immediately smiled ostentatiously, "But later, my uncle told Sù Ah Xiu that when the cave is in the cave room, the bride will have to hurt, otherwise it will not be a cave room!" ”

Ci'er narrowed her moist glass eyes, held her breath and looked at Wen Xiu riding on her belly, and said in a milky voice in Shang Liang's tone, "Sister Ah Xiu, can you go back to your uncle Shang Liang and not bite the bride's mouth!" Lord, he kisses my mother's chest......"

Shen Qianran's feet slipped, what was the situation?

Lan Jin had already pushed open the door with both hands, and the two little guys looked at it and instantly smiled.

Wen Xiu didn't even put on her shoes, she flew into Lan Jin's arms like a little bird, she had long forgotten the disaster that day in the Ruiwang Mansion, and the moment she hugged Lan Jin's neck, she pointed triumphantly

looked at Ning Tianci, and then patted his little chest ostentatiously, "Brother Lan Jin, I married a daughter-in-law." ”

Xiao Ci'er let out a long sigh, rubbed the little bird who was sitting on Wen Xiu, and pouted and complained, "The cave room is not fun at all!" The little birds were crushed to death. ”

Lan Jin twisted his eyebrows and couldn't help pinching Wen Xiu's face, "You can't mess with other people's ...... in the future Birdie! ”

When Wen Xiu heard this, she turned her head and angrily scolded Ning Tianci on the bed, "It's that you can't play, you're stupid!" The little girl felt faceless, and held Lan Jin's face and explained, "Brother Lan Jin, it's a stupid child, and he doesn't know how to play and get married." In the future, Ah Xiu won't play with him anymore, is Ah Xiu okay with you in the cave room? ”

"Good!" Lan Jin smiled brightly, gently wiped the residual saliva on Wen Xiu's mouth, and scolded lightly, "It's dirty!" ”

Wen Xiu put her arms around Lan Jin's neck with one hand, deliberately used the sweat on her cheeks to stick to Lan Jin's comfortable face, and pointed at Ning Tianci with one hand and hummed, "It's Ci'er, he's stupid, he can't even play with kisses!" ”

Shen Qianran was made to laugh and cry by Wen Xiu's messy words. She is afraid that Ci'er will be lonely, and it is a good thing to have an older child with Ci'er, but like Wenxiu, she is really afraid of what Ci'er will be taught in the future.

walked over, picked up the little guy with a stupid face, straightened out his somewhat wrinkled clothes, saw that the corners of the little guy's mouth were a little damaged, and said to Lan Jin distressed and angry, "You better take her away, I'll help Ci'er take a bath!" ”

"Ah Ran, it's not too late to go back to the palace and wash again, Master Gao is here!" Lan Ting walked in a purple court dress, due to the summer heat, Lan Ting's forehead was full of beads of sweat, Shen Qianran put down Ci'er, walked to the window sill and twisted a towel to wipe Lan Ting's sweat.

Lan Jin was going to leave Xiling, so the time he was waiting for was almost over. He has sent someone to send Gao Shizhong to directly hand over the cage where Qin Zhiyao was imprisoned to the Criminal Inspection Department, and the show is ready to start!

"Is this empty city plan finished?" Lan Jin's eyes deepened, and he smiled faintly, "Which one is the third brother going to sing next?" ”

The corners of Lan Ting's mouth lifted lightly, and he hugged his wife's shoulder, but his eyes looked at Lan Jin, "Since it is a play, it is natural to appreciate it slowly, and if you know the result in advance, you won't be able to look at it." ”

"It's a pity that this king can't see it, this king set off when he was in the middle of the river and went to Jiangnan to revitalize the disaster!" Lan Jin left a sentence, chuckled, and left with Wenxiu in his arms.

When the little guy got off the ground, he was fiddling with his little doctor's box, cleaning up the small wounds on his lips.

Seeing that Lan Jin didn't even say goodbye, he hugged Wenxiu and left, although he was tossed by Wenxiu for two days, but suddenly he wanted to separate, and it was extremely difficult to give up, he was careful that his liver trembled a few times, threw the small medicine jar in his hand, and chased after him with his little short legs, and called in a coquettish voice, "Sister Axiu, you wait for Ci'er......"

Shen Qianran didn't chase after him, and the secret guard would naturally send the little guy back after a while.

Lan Ting pulled her to the side of the bed and hugged her, closed his eyes and stroked the long hair on her back. Shen Qianran asked him if he was tired and wanted to take a bath, Lanting was tired and lazy and didn't want to move, so he would talk about it later.

Shen Qianran smiled, wanting him to squint comfortably for a while, then he wanted to stand up, his arms tightened slightly, hugged her deeply, and pressed his forehead against her hairline, he pretended to sleep, as if thinking about what to do next.

Shen Qianran listened to the powerful erection sound on Lan Ting's chest, and there was a dreamlike feeling, in the summer, the two of them were sticking together, a little hot, but she didn't break away, she liked this feeling.

It's very comfortable, as if there is someone behind you to support you in everything, and this feeling is extremely difficult for her to get. So, she didn't even need to ask him what he was up to these days, she trusted him, and even began to rely on this feeling. She knew that this feeling was more precious than the love between men and women in the world

This is the kind of emotion that allows one to unreservedly surrender one's whole heart into the hands of another person...... It's not just love between men and women that can bring it!

She suddenly remembered something and gently patted his hand around her waist.

"Huh?" Lan Ting's voice was lazy, "What? ”

"Didn't you mean you're leaving?"

Lan Ting said "um", turned over with her, and rested her head comfortably on her chest, she suddenly remembered Ci'er's sentence, "The prince kisses my mother's chest!" I couldn't help but shudder, wondering when this little guy had seen it.

"What's wrong?" Lan Ting propped himself up slightly, reached out and touched her head, his eyes were doting, and he looked at the people below him.

Lan Ting ...... she didn't know how to tell him about this for a while, but she was afraid that if this man heard it, not only would she not feel embarrassed, but she would also provoke his interest, and the rest of the words went around the tip of her tongue, and she could only be used as a reminder, "Ci'er is coming back soon, let's get up!" ”

"It's fine!" The secret guard has been following him for so long, he must have seen him and Shen Qianran alone, so he would naturally eye-catching take the little guy around twice and come back, not to mention, he had to reveal some things to Shen Qianran in advance, otherwise he was worried that Shen Qianran would not be able to react for a while when the incident happened.

As soon as he thought of what might happen next, he frowned slightly, and his phoenix eyes slowly swept over the grim color.

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