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After the dispersal of the dynasty, many ministers who were familiar or unfamiliar with Feng Che stepped forward to say hello, surrounded Feng Che, and congratulated one by one. (Baidu search network update is the fastest and most stable)

It's just that at this moment, all Feng Che was thinking about was Lin Shaowan, she knew that it must have been Lin Shaowan who said something to the empress, otherwise how could the empress know everything about herself in Songyue City, but why did he do it.

Just when Feng Che was still surrounded by everyone and couldn't get out, at this moment Lin Shaowan was already walking alone on the way back to the palace.

"Is that how the imperial brother has fulfilled her?" A familiar voice came from behind him.

He didn't have to turn around to know who it was, he pursed his lips coldly and looked at Lin Wanran behind him: "What does the imperial sister mean by this, Shao Wan is stupid and doesn't understand." ”

Lin Wanran walked to Lin Shaowan's side with steps, looked at his cold face, and showed a light smile: "Shaowan, if you are really dull, then it is a blessing." ”

He smiled very lightly, and every bit of his plain face showed a faint leisurely color, which did not look powerful at all, as weak and harmless as a small beast.

It's just that he knows very well that the person in front of him can't be a small beast, just a fierce beast with its claws folded.

"The royal aunt King Jinjun invited the two of us to go to the palace to enjoy tea, and the royal brother should go back." She took out a turquoise invitation card and handed it to Lin Shaowan.

Lin Shaowan took it, and before he put it on the tip of his nose, he smelled a faint fragrance of bamboo, and he knew that this was the unique smell of fragrant bamboo in Jinjun Wangfu.

"The imperial aunt has always been elegant and fond of bamboo, and even the invitations are stained with a few traces of bamboo."

When I saw him accept the invitation, I knew that he had agreed.

After sitting in the carriage for a while, I finally arrived at the Jinjun Palace, and when I got off the carriage, I saw the second son of the Jinjun King, Prince Jia'an.

Lin Qizhu saw Lin Wan and then saluted respectfully, and he didn't have any heart left for Lin Wanran.

"This is not in the palace, Prince Jia'an does not need to salute." Lin Wanran said softly.

"Qi Zhu, where is the imperial aunt?" Lin Shaowan, who has always been good friends with Lin Qizhu, no longer calls him by his title, but by his name.

Seeing Lin Shaowan, Lin Qizhu suddenly relaxed a lot.

"Mother is waiting for you in the bamboo garden." Lin Shaowan and Lin Wanran looked at each other, and went to the bamboo garden together under the leadership of Lin Qizhu.

From afar, I saw a piece of emerald green, although it was autumn, but the bamboo forest still exuded a verdant green, and the lush green made Lin Shaowan frown slightly.

When the breeze blows, there is a rustling sound in the bamboo forest.

A cobblestone paved path leads to the depths of the bamboo forest, the large and small bamboos planted on both sides of the path, there is a bend in the depths of the bamboo forest, there is a quiet pavilion next to the pool, I vaguely see a person sitting in the pavilion, the pavilion comes out of the beautiful and tactful sound of the piano, such as crying and complaining, and the aftermath is lingering.

"The emperor's piano skills are becoming more and more exquisite."

Lin Wanran narrowed her eyes slightly and listened to the beautiful sound of the piano, and slowly walked to the pavilion.

At this moment, the sound of the piano has stopped, the person touching the piano is dressed in a dark green robe, with long silver hair, several jade hairpins embedded with silver filaments, the snow-like skin is as smooth as jade, the pointed chin is as small and enchanting as a fox, and the eyes like black pearls exude a smile.

The delicate red lips moved slightly, and the voice that spit out was as graceful as a yellow bird: "You are here." ”

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