Back in the dormitory, Lan Zijin locked the door, no matter how Fushang and Wanwan knocked on her, she didn't open it, only said to the door that she was tired and wanted to rest.

In fact, she had already burst into tears.

Looking at the boxy palace and everything in the Nine Hidden Pavilions, Lan Zijin felt a little depressed, and even a little desperate. She sat on the collapse and wept silently, and sat down until dark.

The room was pitch black, and she just looked at the empty room in a daze.

"Oh, I said Lan Zijin, what's wrong with you?"

There was a sound of a small stone in his ears, Lan Zijin took it out of his arms and held it in his hand, and said, "You haven't spoken for a long time." ”

"Well, the old man slept for a while. It's you, why are you depressed? ”

"Nothing, you don't understand."

In Lan Zijin's opinion, this little stone is just a little ghost who calls himself an old man, although he has lived for a long time, but he has definitely not experienced love.

Who knew that Xiaoshi said disdainfully: "Cut, what don't you understand about this, the old man knows at a glance that you are trapped by love." You, you and Dongfang Luoyu are destined to have no results, why are you persistent? ”

"Why, why is Dongfang Luoyu and I destined to have no results?"

"You know in your heart, why bother to ask me? He has blessed you and become a saint, but you have become a real demon, of course you have no results, even your children are demons of chaos. Even if you die, you are still a demon, and he is different, if he dies, it is equivalent to losing the identity of the saint. Between you, unless Dongfang Luoyu gives up his life like Dongfang Hengye, it will never be. The distance between you will be. ”

Lan Zijin sneered, of course, she was not laughing at Xiaoshi, but laughing at the relationship between her and Dongfang Luoyu again.

"Hey, I won't tell you, I'm sleepy, and the old man went back to sleep."

The night was silent and long. Until dawn, Dongfang Luoyu did not come. But Lan Zijin didn't feel the slightest sleepiness.

She opened the door, ran over Wanwan, and said with concern: "Niangniang, are you okay?" ”

"What can I do, Fleur?"

"Sister Fushang and the palace maid in charge of the Thousand Winds Palace, Nuo Zhen, went to the Tai Hospital to get the medicine, saying that it was ordered by the king in the Thousand Winds Palace last night."

"I see."

Lan Zijin turned back to the dormitory, and she knew that Dongfang Luoyu had gone to the Thousand Winds Palace last night. He was afraid that Lan Zijin would retaliate against Ximen Wuya, and ordered the palace maid of the Thousand Winds Palace to take Fushang to get the medicine. Wanwan followed and said, "Niangniang, I didn't have dinner last night, this morning I heard the people in the dining room say that breakfast is honeydew porridge, Niangniang likes to eat this the most, it's better to eat more." ”

Lan Zijin looked at Wanwan and felt very sour, the two people who cared about her like this were treated like this by Ximen Wuya, but she couldn't do anything.

"Late, I'm sorry."

"Niangniang, why do you want to say sorry, you are not sorry for us!"

Lan Zijin gently stroked Wanwan's face and said, "I didn't protect you well and caused you to be like this." ”

"Niangniang, it's not your fault, it's all our own carelessness, there will be no next time."

"If there is a next time, I will let the people who hurt you have no way to live, and there is no way to die."

Lan Zijin's words happened to be heard by Dongfang Luoyu, who had just arrived, and he retreated silently, no one knew that he had come.

He knew Lan Zijin's personality very well, but he didn't want Lan Zijin to hurt Ximen Wuya or the child in Ximen Wuya's womb. If one day, Lan Zijin and Ximen Wuya refuse to let anyone, then it must be the powerless Ximen Wuya who will be injured.

After breakfast, Lan Zijin fell asleep on the collapse of the dormitory, and when she woke up and looked around, Fushang knew that she was waiting for Dongfang Luoyu. But Dongfang Luoyu didn't come.

Lan Zijin couldn't help laughing at herself in her heart, she actually looked forward to Jun En like a resentful woman in the deep palace, but after thinking about it, maybe she was a resentful woman in the deep palace now. That's what worries her the most. Once upon a time, she was unwilling to live in the Dongfang Palace, but for the sake of Dongfang Luoyu, she was even willing to give up her freedom. But now, it has become what it is now.

It's so close, but it's so difficult to see the side.

It's obviously close, but the distance in my heart is getting farther and farther.

At night, Lan Zijin asked Fushang and Wanwan to bring a few jugs of wine and drink them at the same table.

After a few glasses of wine, Lan Zijin was a little drunk, I don't know if it was because she hadn't drunk for a long time, or if the wine was not drunk and everyone was drunk, she stood up and held the wine glass and said: "Fushang, Wanwan, say a few words from the heart, I, Lan Zijin, have never treated you as a subordinate." I've always considered you friends, even sisters. I will never allow anyone to bully you, but now, I have no way to avenge you, but this revenge, I Lan Zijin will keep it in my heart for the rest of my life. ”

After that, another glass of wine was poured into his stomach, and Lan Zijin didn't even feel the taste of the wine, and the glass of wine was already drunk.

"Niangniang, Wanwan and I have never blamed you, don't blame yourself." Fleur worried.

"Yes, mother, don't blame yourself. Fushang and I are both homeless people, and we have always regarded you as the closest person in the world. Wanwan also stood up and said sincerely.

"However, the people you regard as relatives cannot help you."

Seeing Lan Zijin's melancholy face, Fushang said: "Zijin, we never cared about it, this matter is not a big deal, just endure it, it's not a big deal." ”

Wanwan also chimed in: "Sister Fushang is right, it's not a big deal." ”

This wine is sometimes a really good thing, and Lan Zijin slept peacefully all night.

Early the next morning, Fushang and Wanwan prepared a decanting soup and asked Lan Zijin to take it before breakfast, but Lan Zijin said: "Those who don't get in the way, it's useless to drink this soup." ”

"Niangniang, this is what Sister Fushang got up early in the morning to boil for you, even if it doesn't work, you can drink it." Wanwan glanced at Fushang and said to Lan Zijin with a smile.

"That's good. Can't waste Fushang's heart. Lan Zijin took the soup and drank it in a big gulp, and after drinking, he didn't forget to praise: "Fushang's craftsmanship is really good, if I drink too much in the future, it will all depend on your sobering soup." ”

"No problem, but you can't get drunk too often. It doesn't matter how many times we accompany you, but if we let others know, we have to give birth to right and wrong. Fushang said bitterly after taking the soup bowl.

"Okay."

Lan Zijin couldn't help but sigh again, life in this palace is really not easy, and he can't let himself go.