From the beginning, Lan Jiaren didn't plan to make Lan Weicheng feel better.

Because Lan Jiaren also has a younger brother, she naturally has to do everything she can to let her brother get three million soldiers and horses.

She and her mother were able to drive Lan Weicheng out of the General's Mansion back then, and now they can do the same.

"Sister, did you think of something bad? You don't want that. Lan Jiaren's tone was anxious, as if she was about to cry:

"Don't think of yourself as a monster!"

Monster......

This word made Lan Weicheng raise her hand slightly, and her facial muscles twitched uncontrollably, on the verge of exploding.

She stared at Lan Jiaren coldly, as if she had locked on to the killing target, and the irritability factor flowed in her blood.

"What's wrong with Blue, Blue Micro Orange, what is she doing with her sword?" The crowd was stunned.

At this time, Leng Mingyue moved.

Today, she is wearing a lilac fairy dress, the waist is jade white, the perfect figure is outlined vividly, when she walks slowly, the skirt is like water swinging open, with her beautiful face, I only feel that it is a poetic painting of the fairy, hazy sky and moon.

As soon as she came to the stage, she caught the attention of most people, her gentle and elegant aura was fully opened, and the blue beauty who pretended to be in a posture was directly forgotten aside, because this is the best in the world.

Leng Mingyue patted Lan Weicheng's shoulder, and her voice was gentle: "Weicheng." ”

The gravity on his shoulders made Lan Weicheng wake up suddenly, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

She let go of her hand, and the Xuantie sword in her palm slammed to the ground with a "clang".

Everyone relaxed, Lan Jiaren squinted her eyes, and disappointment welled up in her heart.

Leng Mingyue ruined her good deeds.

"Are you alright?" Leng Mingyue was a little worried in her heart.

She didn't know about Lan Weicheng, and she didn't know that her friend had been sick since she was a child and had been expelled.

Lan Weicheng looked around and found that everyone's expressions were jealous, afraid that she would get sick, and her heart suddenly tightened.

It's like a child who has lied and has been exposed to a lie, and is at a loss.

"It's fine."

Her voice was extremely low, brushing away Leng Mingyue's hand on her shoulder, and her eyes were lonely and left the Qingxin field.

In the eyes of outsiders, Lan Weicheng's behavior seemed to embarrass Leng Mingyue.

There is a feeling that Leng Mingyue goes up to care, but Lan Weicheng doesn't know what to do.

Leng Mingyue looked at Lan Weicheng's back, and a thoughtful dark color flashed on her face.

"Sister!" Lan Jiaren took two steps forward, her expression distressed.

Lan Weicheng's footsteps did not stop, she faced Leng Mingyue again, her attitude was humble, and her tone was very guilty:

"Miss Leng, I'm sorry, my sister didn't mean to save your face, she has always been like this, but her heart is really not bad."

The sentence "Brush your face" wants to provoke the relationship between Leng Mingyue and Lan Weicheng.

The phrase "has always been like this" alludes to the fact that Lan Weicheng has always been rude and rude.

The last sentence, "The heart is really not bad", puts yourself at the height of empathy.

Leng Mingyue looked at the wound on Lan Jiaren's arm.

Lan Jia was scheming, and deliberately picked the best angle before attacking herself.

At that distance just now, even if there is a mountain and river mirror, it is difficult to see what is going on.

"I ...... My wounds don't matter, I really don't blame my sister, but my sister doesn't know why, she is always hostile to me. ”

Lan Jiaren thought that Leng Mingyue was caring about her, her eyes were resentful, and she bit her lower lip:

"Miss Leng, if you want to blame me, don't blame my sister."

Syllable!

Before her words landed, the left side of her face was slapped hard, and the bright red slap imprint appeared, and the hairpin ornament on her head flew out.

There was silence.