Ou Yanzhe sat for a while and then stood up, his figure slender and straight, with some arrogant lines on his back. As soon as he stood up, he saw Lan Qingchuan.

Her back, to be exact.

The girl sat on the sofa, wearing a delicate and fluffy court embroidered dress, the hem of which was scattered at her feet, tucked by one of her hands, and her arms were as white as jade. She was talking to the person next to her, her face turned sideways, with a slight smile, cautious and restrained.

Yes, this is the first time she has represented her family on such an occasion.

Filipor followed his gaze and smiled narrowly, "It's not interesting to look at it like this, you can see her something." "The girl in the East has grown a little, her face is beautiful and calm, China's water and soil really raise people, and she has raised some bright colors that she didn't have before, and the way she laughs is really a few heartbeats.

Ou Yanzhe turned his gaze, curled his lips, his eyes were magical, "What do I need to see?" He asked rhetorically, detached and indifferent. Lan had been silent for a long time, and he had little interest in it. As for Lan Qingchuan, he has been in contact with each other on several sides, and he is unfamiliar and familiar.

Filipor winked and smiled at him, unbelievable. He added, "I wanted to dance with her, but unfortunately, she got a leg injury. ”

Ou Yanzhe didn't have any expression except for raising his eyebrows, he stood for a while and left here and walked towards another place. A beautiful figure came in the distance, it was An Lu Roy, the daughter of the Oss family. Filipor smiled, put his glass down, and left.

Lan Qingchuan was chatting with her friends, and she didn't notice the gaze that stayed on her.

The banquet opened and ended, and the lights of the Marta Palace were dazzling, reflecting the golden light of the sea, and the moonlight was covered a lot. Before the banquet ended, Lan Qingchuan was brought to Queen Margaret.

In the quiet and empty outdoor garden, the blossoming rose vines are delicately entwined with beautifully carved doorposts, and the flowers are a little green and the leaves are a little red. From the fence here, the view is a sea of water that is silent in darkness and light.

Lan Qingchuan lifted her skirt, bowed her head slightly, and performed standard etiquette.

The queen sat on a special chair, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, and in the sea breeze, constantly lifting, revealing her silver-white curly hair. The old lady's gentle and kind face, light blue eyes, always felt a relaxing smile when she looked at it.

Lan Qingchuan didn't dare to ignore the smile behind it, many times, many people, in order to form an indestructible mask, often bring such a smile, and the same is true for the eldest princess Centva.

"Come to me." The old lady stretched out her well-maintained white palm.

Lan Qingchuan stepped forward as she said, her heart was calm and self-assured, and her thoughts that had been going around several times made her extremely calm, and she gently put her right hand on the queen's hand.

"I haven't seen you in years. It's not just you, but your grandfather hasn't seen you for a long time. How? Is he okay? She sat on the chair, looking at the girl standing in the pavilion through the stars and the light, looking outstanding, calm and introverted, and a smart look.

"Thank you for your concern, his old man is all right." Lan Qingchuan looked at her and held her hand, and put it as far as the field of vision to look at it carefully. She bent down slightly, silently caressed and stared at by her. The queen was over sixty years old, and no matter how well she was well maintained, her hands still had more or less indelible wrinkles, which was a sign of old age, even if the old lady did not want to admit it.