Yang Lan continued to walk down the corridor inside, and while tilting her head sideways, she pondered: this place doesn't seem to be fun. By the way, I can see the sea.

Thinking of this, she immediately turned around and ran out quickly. Seeing her running like this, the three girls who followed her closely glanced at each other and ran quickly. All of a sudden, four people, one in front of one and one behind them, hurriedly ran through the corridor.

The sound of their footsteps, echoing in the hallway, sounded a little nervous.

Yanglan's several fast running sounds attracted the attention of many people. All of a sudden, from all corners, many people in Tsing Yi came out silently.

Yang Lan was running happily, and when she found that as soon as she ran, the women had no choice but to run, she couldn't help but smile even more happily. She ran while laughing, and the sound of crisp laughter came from afar.

Later, she kept looking back, and when she saw that the girls had slowed down, she would slow down a little so that they could catch up quickly.

She is outstanding in her own light skills, although her skills are now controlled. However, there are not many places to borrow power in this light way, and Yang Lan's agility is a natural instinct. Therefore, her run really tired the girls who watched her.

Seeing them running sweating profusely, their faces flushed, and looking at her with nervous and worried eyes, Yang Lan couldn't help but feel good. Happy eyes narrowed into a line.

She looked back as she ran, only to see a pounce and hit a person hard.

Yang Lan bumped into a man's arms. Before she could jump, a pair of iron arms hugged her in time, and at the same time, a gentle laughter sounded in her ears: "Naughty again?" Really! ”

Yang Lan raised her red and simple little face to look, and as soon as she raised her head like this, the dozen or so men opposite all turned into Mu Ran for a while. I saw that her beautiful little face was red and simple, her eyes were sparkling, and there were a few beads of sweat on her forehead. The glittering water droplets, tightly attached to her forehead, fell on the cherry red mouth, with bursts of rich faint body fragrance, this scene, is really beautiful.

The one who is holding Yang Lan is naturally the Third Highness. And among the dozens of people walking behind him, there was a young man who was also Zhou Lanming whom she knew.

Yang Lan looked at this with big eyes, and then at that. As her eyes rolled, everyone stared at them in a daze, fascinated.

Yang Lan knew why these men were stupid. She smiled, playfully reached out and patted the face of the Third Highness, and sang softly: "Soul Return!" Soul Hunt! ”

Her voice reached everyone's ears in time. However, to them, they only feel the beauty of the sound, but do not perceive its meaning. Even the third prince was like this, he was still holding Yang Lan with both hands, and his eyes were already intoxicated when he looked at her.

After a few more moments, a cough sounded. Yang Lan looked curiously, but saw that it was a tall and thin man in his forties who was coughing. This man has the appearance of an iron-hardened literati. He was the first to come to his senses. As soon as he came back to his senses, he kept coughing, and the coughing became louder and louder.

With his cough, everyone slowly came back to their senses. The Third Highness also blushed, and the hand holding her couldn't help but let go.

Yang Lan didn't pay attention to the expression of the Third Highness at this time, she looked at the literati who was still coughing curiously, and couldn't help but say curiously: "Are you sick?" Why does the cough sound weird? ”

Later, her eyebrows furrowed involuntarily, as if she was worried. When the literati saw her expression, he couldn't help but comfort: "No, it's not. I'm not sick. ”

After finishing speaking, he couldn't help but blush, hating and blaming himself: "Lao Chen, Lao Chen, you really read the sage book in vain!" Since ancient times, the woman in front of her, although she is extremely beautiful and cute, is just a pink skeleton. After he was so lenient and self-explanatory, the effect was really good, and when he looked at Xiang Yanglan's eyes, he finally had to be calm and indifferent. This scribe is naturally Mr. Chen, who persuaded His Royal Highness to let go of Yanglan.

But there is no need for him to resist the charm of red face and disaster through self-forgiveness. Yang Lan's attention at this time had already been placed on others. She glanced at His Royal Highness holding her hand, then turned her head sideways to look at Zhou Lanming, met his complex and deep eyes, and smiled very well. After making Zhou Lanming's face change, she looked at the people standing behind curiously.

"Wow, you're all so old, why are there so many white-bearded, flower-bearded, black-bearded grandfathers? Hey, it's fun. Yang Lan suddenly smiled and stepped out of the arms of the Third Highness, and stretched out her hand to pull the white beard of an old man in his fifties.

Her technique was so fast that she was about to pull that beard on. At this moment, a sleeve struck out like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it was drawn to the back of Yang Lan's hand. Yang Lan quickly retracted her hand, and pouted angrily at Zhou Lanming, who was shooting.

It wasn't until here that the third prince seemed to come to his senses, his deep eyes stared at Yang Lan tightly, and there was a joy in his eyes.

His happy eyes quickly fell into the eyes of the bearded old men present. They quickly exchanged a look, and there was no worry in their eyes.

Yang Lan discovered this phenomenon herself. She smiled again, and suddenly her hand stretched out like lightning, grabbing Zhou Lanming's hair and pulling it very quickly. Zhou Lanming's head was tilted, and he looked at Yang Lan's beautiful little face smiling happily, and his natural movements slowed down, making her pull up.

With an uproar, the crown belt of Zhou Lanming's hair fell into Yang Lan's hand, and his hair was also scattered. Seeing Zhou Lanming with a cloak, Yang Lan was in a good mood, she ran away while laughing, and the crown belt in her hand was also thrown out by her.

Zhou Lanming picked up the crown belt and raised his eyes to look in the direction where Yang Lan ran away, with a touch of watery tenderness in his eyes. But the gentleness quickly faded. His face returned to his usual calm and calmness.

Seeing Yang Lan leaving, the old man who was almost torn off his beard by Yang Lan sighed lightly and said, "This girl is really innocent and innocent. It's just that Your Highness, at this joint, no one is as important as the great cause! ”

The old man's words reminded the others in time. Mr. Chen immediately said: "Yes, Lord, women are the most important, and they don't matter. Besides, only when the country is in hand, what kind of woman do you want, it's not just a sentence? ”