A meal that broke up unhappily. "Ya * Wen * Yan * Love * Shou * Fa" was finally eaten in the candlelight.

Lan Mo sat alone in the bow of the boat. Blowing a cold river breeze. She's a little homesick. This home. Not very warm. But it's solid enough. Mother once said. You can't get close to the dry well of the palace. for it was night. There are always some strange sounds coming out. Children frequent. It's going to be eaten by monsters.

Lan Mo didn't follow his sister until he was six years old. Accompanied Dongyuan Proton to Taixue in the Qianjin Palace to study. In order to have the privilege of looking at the structure inside the dry well. The curiosity of small children is always heavy. Lan Mo quietly observed for four years. I didn't see any man-eating monsters in the dry well.

I remember when I was ten years old. She once came out of the wood room. Suddenly, I heard someone crying at the bottom of the well. And standing next to the well. But it was her master. When he was a teenager, he showed an arrogant and domineering temperament. It was Dongyuan Proton Han Xuyao.

Little Blue Mo stepped forward. She looked at the genderless villain in the dry well. Without even thinking about it, he untied his belt. Dropped it.

"See. The king's handmaid has taken a fancy to this boy. Han Xuyao followed. It is a group of little princes who were taken hostage in the Later Tang Dynasty. Seeing that everyone was watching as if they were watching the excitement, Lan Mo pulled the belt in the well up vigorously.

When I pulled the cold little hands. Lan Mo couldn't help but open his mouth to beg for mercy from the proton.

A pair of warm shawls crept over her shoulders. Lan Mo suddenly pulled away from his memory. She looked at the sparkling river. Red candles were lit in the cracks in the stones on both sides of the river. The surface of the river immediately takes on a crystal clear texture. Lan Mo handed over the cloak without thanks. Men trying to ease the tension. She just took off her boots suddenly. One foot poked into the slightly icy water.

"Be careful. It's cool,......," Yin Muyu said with concern. The bow of the ship at this time. Only her and him.

"No matter." Lan Mo said willfully. She had already taken off the other one. I saw her carrying the corners of her skirt. I sat on the edge of the boat. Look at the feet of the two slightly petite lotus flowers. Yin Muyou just hoped that the little ink gorge at this moment could be longer. Or or. He could......

"Pull over the boat." Yin Muyou looked at the old slave who was holding up the fence not far away. Naturally, he commanded.

Lan Mo saw that the ship had stopped. I really don't have any scruples. Jumping barefoot off the boat. Crash...... The clear river water that can be buried up to the knees splashes instantly.

The Eleventh Prince followed. The eyes can't leave the back of Lan Mo for half a minute. Just followed her slowly. Walk in the cold water of the Ink Gorge. "Ya * Wen * Yan * Love * First * Hair"

Stepping on your feet. It is smooth and icy pebbles. She kicked the splash with impunity. There seemed to be a surge of water in his eye sockets. She wanted to shout loudly. Are you all right? It's just this silent cry. can only disappear into the endless sea of suffering in my heart. Abandoned by everyone. She is still alive and well. She still has people she wants to protect. She still has people she wants to meet. Just for this belief. She probably deserved to live more than anyone else. Just like the man who now followed her without saying a word. He didn't think much about it. He just wanted to be within his power. Let Lan Mo really feel it.

All dangers that could affect her. He's got to block it.

The story of Luoyang Mountain. Entanglement with someone in Beihu. Although Yin Muyou is also concentrating on verification. But these are not enough reasons for him to abandon Lan Mo. Because. Love someone. No, you should ignore the past. Just talk about the future.

So. Let him do it. Just let her throw herself into his arms.

Lan Mo could feel a light behind him. A bouquet that looks warm. But I don't know if it's warm or cold light. She sometimes thinks about it, too. Maybe. The mother was not stopped by the mamma who rushed to her. Maybe she won't be alive. Then nothing will happen after that.

My sister is going to enjoy the blessings. And she. Destined to carry the hope of a deceased loved one. Keep alive.

At least go and see the person who killed my sister. Isn't it? That's right. And her Oriental Er. The prince of the sound attack whose whereabouts are still unknown. She couldn't be paralyzed by the temporary beauty. That's what she is. If you are nostalgic for something. Then it is destined to pay a terrible price. Therefore. He who lives without love. Maybe to her. Good for everyone around her.

Lan Mo turned. She saw a man like a god in the night light. The bridge of the nose is very strong. Thick eyebrows. Calm eyes. She had a moment. I want time to stop at this moment. The water here is the clearest. The people here are the least disturbed people. Everything here is for her. All the cleanest. It's just that......

The nightingale's cry broke the silence. When a note was accused by Yin Muyoushuang in the air. Lan Mo saw a misty look in the man's eyes. How did she forget that this person still had an identity. He was the only son of the Empress. He is the eleventh prince of Western Shu. It's just a crystal wall pool. How can you hide the sharpness of the Mo Li man.

"The Prince." Perched at the right time to come into the water. Her appearance is always so timely. "Your Majesty summons you back to the palace."

"Hmm." It seems to be a dull snort coming from the nose. The blue end has risen from the water. She only took five steps past the two in front of her. Towards the railing at the bow of the boat.

"Thousand thoughts. Give me a basin of water for washing my feet. The water is really cool. "Lan Mo really doesn't treat himself as an outsider. She ignored the admiration and cold perch standing in the water. Pain is only a momentary dissociation. The next moment. She's still a heartless blue end.

The origin of Ghost City. Nature can't be separated from ghosts and gods. When the eleventh prince's painting boat. Docked in the most low-key manner at the wharf where only merchant ships travel. Four people wearing hoods and veils. Got into a carriage that had been prepared for a long time.

"Liu Yuan. It's such a pleasure to meet you. Tang Leran masked. And I saw the shape of the mouth through the mask. I can still see it.

Liu Yuan slapped Tang Leran's shoulder heavily. He said. "It's not early. But I waited an hour. ”

The two exchanged pleasantries. For Yin Muyou. Time is like life. But no one dared to mention it. This delay of an hour was caused by a man playing in the water.

Lan Mo's left and right hands. There are two masters sitting in each of them. Naturally, it goes without saying. One is Qiruo. One is Tang Leran. And Liu Yuan, who was not very familiar, sat on the side with Yin Muyou. As a court painter group that has always been a foursome. There was one more person in an instant. Don't say that Liu Yuan is not used to it. The least accustomed is the most noisy Tang Leran.

I said. You don't want to be bored, okay? One back to the ghost. All of them look like ghost-faced judges. Tang Leran stretched. He pretended to be light-hearted.

But actually. Except for blue dust. Everyone present understands. Who does this feeling of oppression come from?

A symbol of the highest power in Western Shu. A cold-blooded and affectionate overlord. Yin Feiwu. Cold-blooded is talking about his military strategy. Affectionate refers to the degree of devotion to a certain woman. It has always been a historical phenomenon that cannot be compared with hegemony. On this emperor. There is absolutely no disagreement. Because. He must be a human being as his name suggests. It's not something in the pool.

When Lan Mo got out of the carriage. Obviously, he didn't understand what Yin Muyou meant. "What do you mean you sent me here?"

See the most beautiful attic in the city. Standing behind Lan Mo. There are three big characters written on it. Full Flower Workshop.

Here are the five dead ghosts. The most desirable place. Famous in Xishu. The largest green building that makes the ghost city elegant and famous people discouraged. The reason for the deterrence is self-evident. Naturally, the price is on the high side. Ordinary people can't get in. Presumably, the five ghosts who died were only here when they were dreaming.

"You're meant to be the singer here." Yin Muyou sat in the carriage. Didn't come down. I saw that Qiansi was already following behind Lan Mo. Very caring for it. Help her pat the dust off her clothes. "This king naturally wants to take you back to his house openly."

When the mother of the flower shop came out of the inner room. It was a shock to see Lan Mo. But I saw the bulging bag sent by Qiansi. Immediately understood what it meant. "Childe is good to go. Mom must have done it for you. “

Blue end is inconvenient to attack. Singer is it? Good. Let's see what tricks this Yin Muyou wants to play.

"Thousand thoughts. It's not the first time you've come in, has it? Lan Mo asked in a low voice. Enter the Green House. She knew. Whether she could lower her voice or not was unnecessary. No one here cares what you say. What to do. Moreover. Still a masked woman.

The girl was right. This is indeed not the first time. That's it. He actually smirked. "Eleven Princes. I often stuff well-known girls here. Then he pretended to take it back to the house. ”

"What's in it for him to do that?" Lan Mo really didn't understand. A prince looking for a girl. Why do you have to be so troublesome?

Qiansi said. Girl, don't ask the prince. "Qiansi is an honest maid. There are no flowery intestines. Lan Mo couldn't help but marvel. Do the people around the eleventh prince have to be so frank? "The prince is for people who want to see him find a girl."

A bolt from the blue. The sky is thundering.

No wonder he didn't show up that day. Even if it appeared. It's also a nonchalant look. Is this a typical forced marriage?

The mother of the flower shop has rough skin and thick meat. The house chosen was excellent. Lan Mo helped Qiansi. When entering from the periphery. There was a moment. She still thought. This is the annex of which royal palace. When Mom left. I also took special care of it. "Whatever the girl wants, she can call it." That's a sentence that someone pays anyway. It was hidden in the stomach.

"Thousand thoughts. You come here. Lan Mo walked back and forth. She said. "I'm going to go out for a while. You and I change my clothes. ”

"Ahh Chisi was clearly frightened. "The prince asked me to look at the girl."

"Say so. You're asking me to put you down. Lan Mo muttered. She pretended to clench her fists. Stun a little girl who doesn't know martial arts. It's not a gentleman's doing.

"You put me down first." When Qiruo jumped in from the window wearing a hat. Lan Mo realized this. This seems to be the first complete sentence that Qi Ruo said to her.

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