Duanmu Li looked at her deeply, a trace of complicated eyes overflowed in the swirling charming peach blossom eyes, he smiled slightly and shook his head.

"Really?" Bluewater was a little skeptical.

She was sweating profusely, her cheeks were rosy, and she hadn't woken up from her nightmare.

Duanmu Li took out a snow-white silk handkerchief from his sleeve and gently pasted it on the sweaty forehead in front of him.

Seeing that she didn't refuse, he took the initiative to wipe her a few times, and said lightly: "What kind of dream talk can you say?" ”

Lan Shui let out a slow breath, brushed his hand away, rolled out of bed, and said, "I'm going back." ”

Whether she goes to the academy tomorrow or not, now, she must go home.

"I prescribed you a few prescriptions for diazem, and told someone to grab the medicine and boil it, and then go back after drinking it. Da"

Duanmu said worriedly from behind.

Lan Shui turned his head, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I am so honored that the unborn divine doctor prescribed a prescription for me." ”

The Liwang of the Heart of the Storm is the senior brother of the divine doctor Jiuyun, and he also has a supernatural medical skill, which has been silently spread in the Dragon Court Continent, but in the West Sea, it is a rather low-key thing.

Blue Water would have known.

"You know me very well." Duanmu smiled from Haha.

Lan Shui stayed and sat down on the chaise longue in front of the window, while Duanmu Li was talking to her.

Most of the time Duanmu was talking, and Lan Shui was listening quietly.

Duanmu Li is not a person of many words, but in the face of blue water, he is extremely relaxed and says anything.

From the palace when he was a child to the heart of the storm now, from the prince of a world to the great cause of business, the tone reveals the bitterness and sadness of the ups and downs of the world.

Speaking of Zuihou, he laughed to himself and looked at the stars twinkling high in the sky.

He didn't intend to get Lan Shui's approval or emotion, he knew that this woman had a cold heart.

He just confided, simply confided.

Lan Shui listened to his past, and there was a look of shock in his eyes.

She never thought that the fate of the departing king, who sat firmly on the throne of the heart of the storm, would be so bumpy.

No wonder he said he was lonely and lonely, but Weishenme trusted her so much?

Blue Water thought so and asked.

Duanmu Li lowered his head and smiled, reached out to untie the jade flute on his waist, looked at her clear and indifferent eyes, and said naturally: "Do you want to play an ensemble?" ”

Lan Shui's eyes stayed on the white jade flute in his hand, his heart moved, and his expression became thoughtful.

Duanmu Li saw her in a daze, but he didn't bother, put the flute in front of his lips, and watched the moonlight blow quietly.

His mother, Concubine Li Ting, one of the three snow lotuses in the country of Tianye that year, has the appearance of a pear blossom falling into the snow.

However, he had no impression of this "mother".

He only knew that her mother's deep love was not her father, but the talented son of the capital, Jun Feiru, that is, Jun Lanfeng's father. But the emperor gave Du Lanzhi as the princess of Zhongshan, and her mother was arranged into the palace by the Empress Dowager Qin.

The mother was unhappy, and wept in the harem all day long, and then died, leaving him and the nurse to rely on each other.

Duanmu Li knew that even if his mother could enter the Zhongshan Palace, he would not be happy, because that man only had a face in his eyes, and there would be no his mother.

No one is wrong, it is fate that is wrong.

That worry was blown into the flute.

Blue Water's gaze followed his gaze to the sky, where the stars rose and fell, and it was wonderful.

The night is gradually foggy, the night breeze is slightly cool, and the long flute sound is melodious, slowly blowing to the sky.

Infected by the music, Lan Shui also took out his flute, closed his eyes, and blew.

The flutes blend and intertwine in a surprisingly harmonious way.

Suddenly, one of the flutes stopped abruptly.

Duanmu abandoned the flute to the ground, stood up, looked up to the sky and took a long breath of air, and shouted with a smile: "Why are you so worried? Life is beautiful, go, I'll take you to play. ”

As he spoke, he stubbornly picked up the blue water and walked towards the courtyard gate without saying a word.

Lan Shui did not refuse, and followed him out of the hospital.

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In the Fengyun Palace, a huge night pearl hangs in the outer room of the master bedroom, and through the screen, the inner room is hazy.

On the bookcase, there is a pair of vigorous and powerful calligraphy works, each word is dancing with dragons and phoenixes, but the whole is very coordinated, as if splashing ink.

Luo Yunxi sat at the table, holding a medium wolf hair in her right hand, tracing the calligraphy on a piece of white rice paper.

Only a horizontal line fell on the rice paper, although there is only one stroke, compared with the original work, even the charm is almost the same.

She tilted her head, her eyes not on calligraphy, not knowing what she was thinking.

Suddenly, his right hand was empty, and the brush was pulled from behind him.

"What is my family Xi'er thinking, but she can't hold the brush?" Jun Lanfeng leaned his face from behind and asked jokingly.

Luo Yunxi turned his face to the side, and saw the man's teasing smile.

"Who said I couldn't hold it, you sneak attack!" She scolded as a scoundrel.

"Really?" Jun Lanfeng raised his muscular fingers, gestured in front of her flower-like face, and gestured to write on her face

drawing, and said in his mouth: "Xi'er, I'll draw you a turtle king, last time you pestered me to play chess, but you lost, and said that you are willing to gamble and lose, but the result is today." ”

Luo Yunxi twitched the corners of her mouth.

He still remembers how long Nima has been.

Since she got married, every time she plays Go, she still can't play Junlan Feng. This guy refused to let her have a son and a half, she began to play tricks, but she never succeeded.

"It's okay to draw." Luo Yunxi held down his brush, raised his face and said, "After the painting is finished, you have to kiss it nine times, if you don't kiss, you won't be allowed to kiss it next time." ”

Saying that, she was very proud, and said kindly: "Actually, the ink is delicious......

Thinking of the appearance of his mouth full of black ink, Jun Lanfeng shuddered, this girl was ruthless enough to dare to threaten him!

However, who told him to be eaten by her every time?

Seeing him hesitate, Luo Yunxi couldn't help but hold his stomach and hahadaxiao.

Jun Lanfeng threw the brush, pulled her into his arms with one hand, and while she was defenseless, a series of kisses fell, and after kissing Fang Ze, he said unwillingly: "Next time while you are asleep, I must start!" ”

Luo Yunxi was not afraid, he rolled in his arms, very comfortable, stopped in the middle of the night, and asked, "Do you know what I was thinking just now?" ”

"Yes."

Jun Lanfeng hugged her tightly, and lay in the Taishi chair happily, answering as a matter of course.

"Huh?"

"What do you think, can I not know?" Jun Lan Feng swept away the broken hair in front of Luo Yunxi's forehead, gave a deep kiss on the smooth and full forehead, and said contentedly, "You doubt the blue water. ”

"Hmm." Luo Yunxi's face became a little solemn, "I still remember the first time I saw her, she said that she was from Changsheng Prefecture. ”

Lan Shui has not been in Fengyun Country for a long time, she is not a native of Fengyun Country, and she can't hide it, so she told the truth.

Fengyun Country already recruits talents, regardless of background, so whether she is from Changsheng State or from Lyton State, this is not worth being a problem.

But now, the problem is serious.

Mrs. Xu's death is related to the mysterious sect of Changsheng State, and Lan Shui is a native of Changsheng State, Lan Shui and Mrs. Xu have a grudge, and they have seen Mrs. Xu again at the time of the crime, and all the evidence is so consistent.

"I've already asked Jiusha to go to the mysterious sect in Immortal State to investigate." Jun Lanfeng said in a deep voice.

"And." Luo Yunxi's face was solemn, "Regardless of whether this is the case or not, whether Lan Shui killed Mrs. Xu in order to protect herself, in short, Yan Yan can't be allowed to approach her anymore." ”

That's what worries her the most.

Jun Lanfeng hooked his lips and smiled, with a calm expression: "I haven't told you yet, just now the vice president of the academy said that Lan Shui was unwell and took two days off, and I have already approved it, I think she can not use it during this time." ”

Luo Yunxi's eyes lit up, slapped a palm on Jun Lanfeng's chest, and said happily: "Good opportunity, since she is not feeling well, the academy should also be more humane, give her an annual leave, and wait for the results of the investigation to come out." ”

If Lan Shui is really related to the mysterious sect, then the purpose of her coming to Fengyun Country is worth studying.

When the news reached Lan Shui's ears, she was sleeping on a large golden silk nan wood bed.

Last night, she and Duanmuli went to a wine shop outside, ordered two pots of bayberry wine, and poured them with the wine jugs, but they were all drunk like mud.

She didn't remember much either, as if she grabbed Duanmu Li's clothes after leaving the wine shop, followed him to a large inn nearby, pushed open a door and lay down.

I clearly heard the sound of the string song in my ears: "Master, the academy takes great care of Mr. Lan...... Mr. Lan has been granted half a year's annual leave......"

Lan Shui opened one eye, still a little dizzy, but he could hear it clearly, how could the position where Xian Ge speak would be outside the screen in his room, reporting to himself?

(I forgot to add more today, first three thousand, I don't know when the next one will come out, you don't have to wait.) )