Lan Junyao held her chin with one hand, and the evening breeze slowly poured in from the window, blowing people's eyes blurred. As the night progresses, the restaurant is full. Everyone listened with great interest to the storyteller's recent anecdotes.

The agarwood of the wine and food pulled back Lan Junyao's thoughts, and she looked back and saw Qingwei listening to the storyteller with her ears pricked up. She didn't like to be noisy, so she deliberately chose a seat by the window, but it was a little difficult to hear what the storyteller was saying at the moment.

Lan Junyao coughed lightly, and Qingwei immediately stood aside and waited in a decent manner, but the ears that occasionally moved betrayed her mind.

"Qingwei, the wine is full. Lan Junyao frowned slightly, the fruit was already full, and it was overflowing along the porcelain cup at the moment, wasting this pot of good wine.

Qingwei immediately withdrew her hand, and didn't dare to listen to the storyteller Haikan anymore, drooping her head, looking pitiful as if she had admitted her mistake. "Little... Master, I was wrong. ”

"Tell me, what did you hear?" Lan Junyao put down the chopsticks in her hand, patted the stool beside her, and motioned for Qingwei to sit down, it was really tiring to talk with her head tilted up like this.

Qingwei hesitated for a moment, but she couldn't resist the stubbornness of the young lady, and Ai Ai sat down on the side, her butt was stained with half of the stool's feet, looking like she was sitting on pins and needles.

"The storyteller was talking about the looting of the grain and grass of the Dongling army, the eighth prince was in prison, and Princess Nanshuang appeared to save ......" Qingwei said more and more quietly, and in the end, it was like a mosquito humming.

Lan Junyao raised her eyebrows, it was true that the grain and grass were robbed, but the fact that Ling Qixuan was surrounded was groundless. If there is really a loss, the border pass emergency report will inevitably be urgent, how can she not know at all. I think this storyteller made it up to attract people's attention.

The golden wine and food on the table were not as tempting as Fang Cai, Lan Junyao lost her appetite after a few picks, and drank a cup of fruit stuff from the white porcelain cup in front of her, Lan Junyao listened intently to what the storyteller said.

The fruit is brewed to the bottom, Lan Junyao can't help but feel a little disdain for her behavior, knowing that the storyteller's words are unreliable and involve his news, but she still can't help but absorb it. The fruit brewing has a lot of stamina, Lan Junyao only felt a little dizzy, knowing that she couldn't sit down anymore, Fang took Qingwei up and went home.

The breeze couldn't caress the wrinkles between Lan Junyao's eyebrows, she half-squinted her eyes, looking at the Xiangfu in front of her, but for a while she felt extremely strange, the breath she breathed was full of the smell of fruit, Lan Junyao only felt that there was a handful of anger burning in her chest, and even the road ahead became a little distorted.

Someone was faintly saying in her ear: "Qingwei, why don't you take a good look at your master and let her drink like this." It was so noisy, she plugged her ears, and the whole world fell silent. A sense of the world turning around, Lan Junyao's eyes darkened, and the rest of the matter was unknown.

Lan Qingyue went straight to her sister's room when she came back from the household today, but she heard that the maidservant girl reported that the young lady went out in the morning, and she has not returned until now.

Lan Qingyue had to wait patiently, when the lamp was in hand, even her father went home, but her sister was still nowhere to be seen, recalling the events of last night, Lan Qingyue felt even more anxious, and hurriedly took a few bites of dinner, and he waited at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

As soon as he saw his sister's appearance, he couldn't help but feel a burst of anger in his heart, the smell of wine came to his face, her eyes were red, this appearance fell in Lan Qingyue's eyes, she was really angry and distressed, and without saying a word, she carried her back to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

If you don't get drunk, everyone gets drunk, and Lan Junyao is like this. The consequence of a hangover is a splitting headache, and when Lan Junyao comes to her senses, the moon has passed the middle of the day, the room is pitch black, and the shadows of the trees outside the window are crowded. Lan Junyao tugged at her shoes and wanted to pour a glass of water to drink.

Groping to blow out the candle flame next to the bed, Lan Junyao looked at the figure in the bronze mirror, her eyes were blank, and her eye sockets were slightly blue. The tea has already been cold, and when you take a sip of it, the coolness suddenly reaches the limbs.

Lan Junyao pushed open the window, her eyes swept from the courtyard, but she suddenly found a black shadow flashing, she hurriedly pushed the door out, there was only silence left in the courtyard, where was there still half a trace.

Touching along the place where the black shadow was, Xu fled in a hurry, and the moss on the wall was overwhelmed. Lan Junyao's sleepiness disappeared completely, and she probed carefully, trying in vain to find the remaining clues.

For a whole quarter of an hour, Lan Junyao even searched the vicinity, but found nothing. The night wind stirred the coat she was wearing, and the clothes rattled in columns, and only her extraordinarily bright eyes could be seen in the darkness.

All kinds of questions came to mind, and Lan Junyao's face was solemn, looking a little scary. If she hadn't woken up in the middle of the night, she would have been watched by the man in black for a night.

A possibility crossed her mind, and she hurried out of the yard and walked towards the place where her father and mother were. The little maid on duty at night suddenly saw the young lady coming, and the sleepiness in his eyes was frightened, and he was about to get up and salute her, Lan Junyao made a silent gesture, glanced at the calm courtyard, and then turned to leave.

Lan Junyao's heart was a lot more settled, and she returned the same way. Passing by the place where she had just searched for herself, she shook her head slightly and was about to go back to the house. A glimmer of light flashed in the corner of her eye, and she hurriedly turned around and took two quick steps to the corner.

Looking at the corner of the wall, I saw a silver clasp stuck in the crack of the brick, if it weren't for the refraction of the moonlight, it would not be easy to be found. She put the button in her hand and carefully measured it, as if she had seen it somewhere, and when she thought about it carefully, she couldn't remember it again.

Lan Junyao clenched the button in her hand, but after this commotion, she didn't feel sleepy. The maidservant girl on duty at night was put down, and was leaning against the corner and sleeping soundly, she lowered her body and patted the maidservant's face gently, and she woke up and looked at the master in front of her with a confused face.

"Miss, you're awake. The maidservant rubbed her sleepy eyes, and she fell asleep for some reason. "The slave and maid will go and fetch water for you. ”

Lan Junyao nodded, turned around and entered the room. I can't blame her for this, I'm afraid that she was ordered to sleep by the man in black.

The little maidservant straightened up, only to find that the night was only three watches, and the moon was still hanging high in the treetops. She patted her head with some annoyance, "I fell asleep when I was on duty, and I still let my master wake me up." She muttered a few words, complaining that she was not angry.

Wiped her cheeks with a wet towel, Lan Junyao simply continued to look at the medical codex left by her master, and the little maid stood aside with her hands lowered, picking out a candle flame with a weak light for her from time to time, or adding new tea to the porcelain cup.

The man in black that night seemed to be just a small episode. The next day, when the rooster crowed, the minions in the house started their busy day early, and they knew nothing about what had happened last night.

The three-day deadline for raising food had reached the second day, and before the sky was clear, Lan Qingyue went out of the mansion. Lan Junyao was busy for half the night, and she still couldn't find a trace of useful information about Drunken Hongchen from the codex, so she couldn't help but be a little irritable.

Lan Junyao threw the codex aside a little casually, adding a few strands of trouble. She propped her eyes in her hands, trying to ease some of the soreness and weakness in her eyes. Looking closer, her appearance is really scary, bloodshot all over her eyes, as if she has gone mad.

Lan Junyao leaned back on the chair and closed her eyes to recuperate, the little maid standing next to her had already changed, and she accompanied her for half the night last night, even if she was beaten with iron, she couldn't help tossing like this. Early this morning, I saw that she nodded more frequently, and it happened that Qingwei came to change shifts, and Lan Junyao sent her down to rest.

The hard wood edges were a little awkward, Lan Junyao rested for a while, and was ready to continue reading the codex. Fang just spread her hands casually, and there was no mark, Lan Junyao only remembered that the third codex was about to be finished, and after turning a few pages from behind, she rubbed her red eyes.

The three big characters of "Drunk Red Dust" hung high on the header, and Lan Junyao couldn't laugh or cry. She couldn't find it, but now she just flipped through it casually, and it stopped on this page, which was really a harmless joke that God played with her.

The two pages of dragon flying and phoenix dancing fonts were carefully flipped through by Lan Jun Yaozai, and she digested the news on the codex word by word. This Drunken Hongchen Master has only seen it, but has never touched it. The information recorded in the codex was limited, and Lan Junyao still felt that one head and two were big.

Drunk red dust was originally made by the emperor, as its name suggests, after this poison, trapped in the red dust, the emperor made it only to save the heart of the queen. It's just that, as with the ending of all the stories of the Three Vulgars, life is often unsatisfactory.

The emperor's actions not only failed to redeem the queen of the phoenix, but also increased the queen's disappointment with him by three points, and the two of them were almost incompatible. This incident seems to have become the fuse of all the contradictions between them, and after the poison of the queen was resolved, it was gone, and since then, the emperor has searched the world but cannot get it.

The emperor is sad, what is the use of this special medicine, even the heart of the lover cannot be restored, and it is very important to keep it. This medicine was ordered to be destroyed by the emperor, but the unscrupulous palace people did not fully follow the emperor's will, and the poison eventually flowed out. Except for the queen of the phoenix, no one was able to get the antidote to the drunken red dust.

It is worth mentioning that in the master's codex, it was mentioned that when he was young, he visited the Dongling Palace at night and saw the account of drunk Hongchen in the library of the palace, but he couldn't remember which book it was.

Lan Junyao put down the codex, she didn't want the fourth person to know about her mother's affairs, and now she had to find an excuse to go to the palace. Since the emperor sent her back to the Blue Mansion to deliver the decree, she begged the emperor for a few days of respite on the grounds that her mother was not good.

And since that day, she told her father about her mother's parents, although her father's face was calm and she couldn't see the clues, but she always felt unsteady in her heart, every time she saw her father's smiling face, and the words to her mouth were held back by her, how could she persuade her father?

Throw the thoughts out of your head and drag it out for one more day, and the drunken red dust will erode her mother's body one more point, Lan Junyao decided to go to the palace to take a look.