The sound of footsteps was heard, mixed with the sound of armor colliding with 'ding dong', and the patrolling army collected the troops and returned to camp. Ling Qixuan looked up at the sky, only to find that it was almost noon, and the palace had a banquet, and he strode towards the palace gate.

The afternoon sun hit her body, and the person who shines on it is indescribably comfortable, Lan Junyao stretched out on the recliner, a little drowsy, at this time, how she missed the days of making a cup of coffee in her previous life and listening to her master read to her.

Winter is the least pleasing to Lan Junyao, not only is it bloated to wear, but it is also a lot less fun. It's been a month since she arrived, and she feels more and more grateful for the benefits of modern times.

On weekdays, the servants of the Prime Minister's Mansion gather around to gossip, or measure new clothes for the master, and no matter how bad it is, they have time to go home to visit their parents. When Lan Junyao couldn't bear to be lonely, she would find some little girls to gag with her, chatting and chatting, and it became a personality cult meeting for Xiangye, so she came a few times, and she would rather bask in the sun alone.

I was suffering from hysteria, and suddenly I heard a noisy sound in my ears, disturbing people's dreams. Lan Junyao opened her eyes and saw a little guy poking her head at the gate of the courtyard, looking at her side anxiously.

Seeing the master get up, the little guy suddenly seemed to have found a savior, "Oh, my eldest lady, the eighth prince has come to visit you in the mansion, and Madame told you to pack up and go out to meet guests." ”

Hearing the three words of the Eighth Prince, Lan Junyao's brain had a momentary short circuit, who is he? Why did he come to visit him? Just as he was about to ask, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind, could it be him?

Lan Junyao straightened her pillow's messy sideburns and made sure that she was neatly dressed, before she got up and walked towards the front yard. Along the way, seeing the girls in the house hurrying, even Qingwei, who is the most stable on weekdays, was among them, and when they saw her, the maids slowed down one by one and spontaneously followed her.

Lan Junyao looked at the well-dressed, shy and timid maids around her, and felt a little inexplicable, after a few days of getting along, why didn't she find that he had such a great charm?

With the mighty women's army, Lan Junyao walked into the guest room, as far as the eye could see, there were two people sitting on it, one was his cheap father Lan Chengcheng, and the other was dressed in dark clothes, but not the eighth prince who made the maids crazy?

"Yaoyao, come in and salute the Eighth Prince. Catching a glimpse of her daughter's belated figure, Mrs. Lan, who was standing aside, hurriedly pulled her in, and the maids hid outside the door, peeking at the Dongling God of War who was sitting on the seat and tasting authentic tea.

"The little girl sees the eighth prince, the prince Chitose Chitose Chitose. Lan Junyao bent her knees slightly, and Ying Ying gave a salute.

A group of maids outside the door looked at Ling Qixuan, who was sitting in the room, and their eyes were red. Ling Qixuan, the eighth prince who is only two ten, has reached the highest rank of military general, with 100,000 elite soldiers under his command, holding the imperial military power, and there is no one to serve around him.

What does it mean if he can be admitted to the house?

The only glory, not to mention that one person has attained the Tao, the chicken dog ascends to heaven, and the woman of the Eighth Highness is envious of the title of others, so how many women have squeezed their heads and asked him to be favored. Now that the object of their daily thoughts is close at hand, the excitement in their hearts can no longer be suppressed.

"I'm here today, Miss Lan doesn't need to be polite, let's get up. Ling Qixuan put down the teacup in his hand, his well-defined palm was raised, and his tone was calm without a trace of waves.

"The ceremony cannot be abolished, the little girl thanked the eighth prince. Lan Junyao stood next to the beautiful lady herself, her hands staggered in front of her abdomen, as if an ordinary boudoir lady saw a foreigner, she was a little afraid of life.

Ling Qixuan's voice was very soft, and the corners of her lips were slightly hooked, "Miss Lan's injury is healed?"

"Eighth Prince Xie cares, it's already good. Lan Junyao replied with a straight look, she didn't want to say a word, she understood the truth that if she said more, she would lose, not to mention that these eight highnesses were not as good as they appeared, and she didn't know what the real purpose of this visit was, she had to deal with it with a twelve-point spirit.

"I heard that Miss Lan is quite accomplished in poetry and songs, and she can be a model for a boudoir woman. Ling Qixuan's fingers rubbed the jade wrench on his thumb, and he cordially talked to Prime Minister Lan.

"Don't ask for that rumor for the eighth prince, the little girl has been learning like other girls since she was a child, and they are all spread falsely. Lan Chengcheng was also a little confused about his sudden visit, so he just waited carefully, so as not to fall into the hands of others.

Lan Junyao was also a little confused, I don't know what his idea was, why did he suddenly mention the past?

"Lan Xiangye is too modest, who doesn't know that Gyeonggi has a double sister, and the lead is made of light makeup. The green fog cover is light, and the flying flotsam seeks red marriage. The fame of Miss Lan and Miss Yan is something that I, who have lived in the border for a long time, have also heard of. Ling Qixuan said lazily, his voice was cold and magnetic, indescribably pleasant.

"It's all a name. Lan Cheng laughed dryly, and suddenly thought of a possibility in his heart, there is no one in the Eight Highnesses' mansion so far, and Yaoyao has also reached the age of marriage, could it be that he came here to ask for marriage?

Lan Junyao was stunned for a moment, a little unsure of his intentions in her heart, but she was not happy to stay with him here all the time, it was better to let her bask in the sun more, or chat with Qingwei and them.

"Miss Lan had an accident in my jurisdiction, and she failed to catch the perpetrator, so I'm really ashamed of Xiangye. Ling Qixuan's face turned sharply, and he hesitated and blamed himself, "It's really my dereliction of duty to let Miss Lan be frightened." ”

"Don't blame yourself for the eighth prince, no one expected that the little girl was taken captive, but fortunately, the little girl returned safe and sound. Speaking of which, I, as a father, would like to thank His Highness for his rescue. Prime Minister Lan Qi made a deep gesture towards Ling Qixuan, but he was sincere.

"The love of the eight princes to save and protect each other, the little girl and the fifth inner memory. Let the eighth prince be tired, the little girl only suffered some external injuries this time, and the gangster was wealthy, so he did not abuse the little girl. Lan Junyao originally wanted to pretend that she had just recovered from a serious illness and could not wait for a long time, but Ling Qixuan suddenly became troubled.

"Even so, I can be relieved, there are still important matters in the army, I will leave, I will disturb you more today, and I hope that a few people will forgive me. Ling Qixuan smiled apologetically, a hint of a smile flashed in those bottomless eyes, it was really getting more and more interesting.

"The Eighth Prince came to visit the little girl in person, which is a great honor for the Lan family. Lan Chengcheng made a gesture of invitation, and the two of them walked out of the room one after the other.

After the two left, Lan Junyao frowned and pondered carefully, the purpose of Ling Qixuan's trip was not a pure fact. She tried to recall every word he had said, trying to find some clues in it.

After a long time of failure, and was about to give up, suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and a possibility came to mind, and cold sweat fell on Lan Junyao's back. Caring about the beauty's mother, with some doubtful eyes, hurriedly walked towards the boudoir.