Chapter 140: The Dust Has Settled

Lan Ling'er understood, "The pear blossoms that Princess Moyu picked here last time happen to have already made flower tea, and I will ask Yi Xue to bring it back for you later." ”

Hearing this, a smile flashed on Mo Lin's face, he grinned, and grinned widely, revealing a row of white teeth, looking like a sunny teenager, which made people happy.

"How does Sister Lan know that I lied to you?" Mo Lin said with a grin.

Lan Ling'er was slightly stunned, she naturally knew that if Mo Yan wanted this thing, she would come and get it herself, and would not borrow someone else's hand. It's just that Lan Ling'er didn't answer.

Seeing that he couldn't ask an answer, Mo Lin didn't bother, and began to gossip with them, Lan Xuan saw the question he asked, Mo Lin seemed to have been thrown out of the clouds, and he didn't care too much.

Mo Lin had only stayed in the Lan Mansion for half an hour, and then left with the flower tea Lan Ling'er gave him, looking at his old age, with a clean and cheerful smile on his face. For a while, even Lan Ling'er couldn't help but be infected by such a smile.

The night was quiet and peaceful, and the stormy palace changes, the secret and bloodthirsty assassinations, and the joyful marriages were all over. It seems that everything has returned to calm, but Lan Ling'er knows that maybe this is just the beginning. Mu Qing's anger and coldness when she saw Mu Xinghan's assassination, and Lan Ling'er's despair when she was about to lose Mu Xinghan, all had to be borne by someone.

In the Lingyue Pavilion, Lan Ling'er sat in the courtyard, not knowing what she was thinking, her pale face was dyed with a layer of silver frost by such a moonlight, and she was rendered by the warm lights in the courtyard with a trace of gentleness, just the right amount of beauty.

There are shining eyes hidden under the curved and fine eyelashes, but there is no blinking, the brow is lightly locked, and the eyes are invisible emptiness. The plain hand kept turning the cup on the table in front of her, and the tea that was originally slightly hot was also cold at this time, but she still didn't know it.

On the side, Yi Xue and Yi Shuang couldn't help but glance at each other when they saw Lan Ling'er like this, but they saw Yi Xue shaking her head first, walked into the house, and took out a pure white cloak, embroidered with a cluster of pear blossoms with silver thread, looming in such a faint light, it was very beautiful.

Softly walked behind Lan Ling'er and put the cloak over her still body. "Miss, it's cold at night, let's go in and rest!"

Feeling the weight on her body and the voice in her ears, Lan Ling'er paused slightly and said, "You are all injured, go and rest first, and I'll sit for a while." ”

also knew that Lan Ling'er just didn't want to be disturbed, Yi Xue and Yi Shuang glanced at each other and had no choice but to leave. In the past few days, the young lady seems to be a little abnormal, and they can't say the reason, but they feel that it is different from the past, and they don't know if it is because Mu Shizi is injured or for other reasons.

Lan Ling'er sighed lightly, glanced at the bright moonlight, and the expression on her face was bright and dark.

"What's so nice about the moon, isn't it the same every day?"

A clear voice came from behind her, and Lan Ling'er's whole body stiffened, but she didn't turn her head, and a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth. "The moon is the same, but the people are different."

The person who came paused slightly, a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes, and then he smiled helplessly, and consciously sat opposite Lan Ling'er.

Lan Ling'er turned her head at this time, only to see that the face of the person who came was covered with a tender yellow veil, and there was a hint of darkness in her shining eyes at this time, maybe it was just because the light was too dim.

The dress of the same color as the veil is fluttering like a fairy, and the pure white of the waist will show Yingying's waist, if she didn't know that she was nearly forty, Lan Ling'er would definitely think that it was an unmarried girl who went to the wrong yard.

She is the most suitable person for the tender yellow, showing the delicate in it, but adding a mature charm, like a fairy who comes from the moon, her hair is only slightly pulled up, and the white ribbon that extends down from the bun moves slowly with the faint breeze in the dark night. It's wonderful.

Dressed as a complete girl, Lan Ling'er knew the origin of this person without guessing, but she also knew her origin, and her face couldn't help but have a trace of coldness, and she said with certainty or doubt: "Nanchuan Holy Maiden!" ”

The visitor felt a trace of coldness in Lan Ling'er's voice, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned, with a trace of imperceptible gloom on his face, but it was only fleeting, even Lan Ling'er didn't see it clearly, the corners of his eyes were slightly bent, and he nodded with a smile.

Lan Ling'er didn't buy her friendliness, with a detached smile on the corner of her mouth, she said, "I don't know what to do when you visit late at night?" ”

Glancing at Lan Ling'er deeply, the woman chuckled, unusually clear in such a dark night, her voice was very good, even the best among all the women Lan Ling'er had heard, but at such an age, she also had the innocence and delicacy of a little girl.

But you can know how much Emperor Nanchuan spoiled her, or the people around her spoiled her, after all, her identity was so holy that she could only accept the worship of others.

"I know you complain about me, just complain, I'm doing all this for Gong Wuchen." The woman laughed, not taking Lan Linger's anger in her eyes at all, and even boldly challenged it.

But seeing Lan Ling'er's side clasping his hands, with a hint of coldness in his eyes, he said, "I won't interfere with what you are doing, it's just that I ask you to leave now." The Lingyue Pavilion is small and can't accommodate your big Buddha. ”

Seeing that Lan Ling'er was really angry, the small mouth under the woman's veil couldn't help but prune slightly, stood up, and said meaninglessly: "Okay, I should go too, I just want to see what you look like." ”

Lan Ling'er turned her head to the side, there was even a trace of tears in her eyes, and her hands on her side were clenched, but she didn't notice the holy woman's reddish eyes and a trace of loneliness on her face.

The breeze rose, and the figure on the opposite side was already buried in the dark night, Lan Ling'er slowly turned her head and glanced at the empty seat. The forbearance finally broke out at this time, but no one saw it, and everything was left to the endless dark night.

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed, everything in Amaterasu has returned to calm, and it is about to enter the cold winter, but the weather is surprisingly good, with a hint of warm sunshine, as if to sprinkle the last tenderness of himself to the world, let people see it, let people feel it.

After everything was settled, while Lan Ling'er was stepping up her time to practice, the Remnant Pavilion was also constantly growing and developing. And with the protection of the dust-free villa, its development has not been hindered in any way.

Because of Mu Xinghan's assassination, Lan Ling'er has always been obsessed, and her practice has become more and more diligent.

And when Mu Xinghan has nothing to do, she will also be pulled by her as a sparring partner. In order to reassure Lan Ling'er, Mu Xinghan told her everything about the cold illness in one go. After all, the illness was on himself, and Mu Xinghan knew much more than Lan Ling'er.

This also let Lan Ling'er know that Mu Xinghan was usually the same as no one else, and only when he was sick was terrifying. However, there are many reasons for the occurrence of the disease, but in addition to the fact that it occurs once a year in autumn, it is a problem with normal eating and behavior.

Mu Xinghan is already familiar with these things, so naturally she doesn't need Lan Ling'er's mention, but she writes them down one by one, so that she won't be as frightened as last time.

The three extra airflows that suddenly appeared in Lan Ling'er's body were the other three internal skills, which were originally exercises of mutual growth and restraint, but in her body, they could live in peace. I don't know what the reason is, but I have to say that it is a big surprise.

asked Mu Qing, but he only pondered for a moment, and then dismissed her with the thought that he didn't know very well.

Last time, when Mu Xinghan was assassinated, in desperation, he suddenly broke through his limit, and as for this limitation, it seems that he has been there since birth. The reason for this is not clear to anyone. It's just that listening to what Uncle Wang said in the Lan Mansion, before Lan Ling'er was born, he didn't encounter anything special.

There are four kinds of martial arts, but only one type of martial arts needs to be practiced, and the other three will automatically accumulate to that height, which makes Lan Ling'er surprised and worried at the same time.

It's just that Mu Xinghan doesn't mind this, because he is also like this.

Lan Ling'er also put down all her doubts and just practiced martial arts wholeheartedly.

At this time, in the Hanxing Pavilion, under the pear blossom tree, Mu Xinghan held a thin sword in his hand, his face was indifferent, but there was also a hidden gentleness, and a crescent white brocade robe was pouring down with infinite grace.

The sun was just right, passing through the branches and falling on him. The leaves of the pear blossom tree have long since fallen, and the bare trunk has a different smell.

It's just that Mu Xinghan at this time is not sitting quietly, the thin sword is dancing in the sun, with a little brilliance, Lan Ling'er stands quietly aside, her expression is serious, and her eyes flashed with amazement.

She had a whim this morning and thought about practicing swords with Mu Xinghan, since she had Yuehua, Lan Ling'er was very easy to use, but she didn't know what weapon Mu Xinghan used.

When Mu Xinghan heard her thoughts, he conjured up a thin sword out of nowhere, rippling with brilliance, cold and clear, even if he was close to it, it also carried a trace of cold air. It has the same temperament as Yuehua, but Yuehua is as delicate as a white ribbon when not in use.

The sword and the temperament of the person complement each other, Lan Ling'er has no intention of competing, she wants to watch Mu Xinghan practice the sword, and she thought that it is a peerless style, but she didn't expect it to be so unsightly. Every move is noble and elegant, and every action has a fatal attraction.

It's no wonder that someone like him is so sought after. Just because he's worth it.

The sword was closed, Mu Xinghan smiled at Lan Ling'er's amazing face on the side, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and suddenly, the white shadow moved slightly, and he saw that he had appeared in front of Lan Ling'er. Holding her petite body in his arms, he smiled and pinched the bridge of her pretty nose, and said, "If I sneak attack you just now, you will have no room to fight back." ”

Lan Ling'er glared at him dissatisfiedly and said, "You are taking advantage of people's danger." ”

Regarding Lan Ling'er's accusation, Mu Xinghan couldn't help but laugh, and said, "You are not doing anything else, where did I come from to take advantage of others?" ”

Looking at Shang Mu Xinghan's smiling eyes, Lan Ling'er couldn't help but be slightly stunned, her face was slightly red, she turned her head to the side, and said, "What's the name of your sword?" ”

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