Chapter 302: Falling in Love

Facing the bright eyes of the ink thief, Lan Ling'er shook her head with a chuckle, and walked in the direction of the Cold Star Pavilion, saying lazily as she walked: "If you haven't wavered from beginning to end, I really want to thank you." When all the facts are in front of them, how can they be indifferent and finally choose to believe, I'm afraid it is also related to Mu Xinghan's attitude.

Mu Xinghan's room was still as simple and clean as ever, noble and low-key, pushing the door open, the cold moonlight sprinkled on the ground, and the figure of Lan Ling'er reflected on it was elongated. The mysterious words of Wumo before he came in echoed in his ears.

Uncontrollably, Lan Ling'er raised her feet and entered the room, not lighting a candle, but just lighting the light and opening the secret door.

The Night Pearl illuminates this space brightly and coldly, brighter than the moonlight outside. Glancing back behind her, Lan Ling'er closed the secret door casually.

Isolated from the external sound and air, Lan Ling'er felt that she could even hear her own heartbeat, stroked her abdomen with her bare hands, lowered her head, a gentle smile overflowed from the corner of her mouth, and murmured: "This is your father's private space, baby should take a good look, we may not see him for a long time." ”

Putting away the gloom in her eyes, Lan Ling'er moved her body lightly and came to the side of the bookcase, thinking that the word messy would never be connected with Mu Xinghan, at this time, it was really chaotic here.

Stunned in place, Lan Ling'er picked up any piece of rice paper, what was drawn and written on it was all about herself, and she smiled and jumped on the paper, even she herself had never found it, it turned out that it could be so bright and so moving.

The faint sorrow when frowning, the clear joy when raising the corners of the mouth, sometimes pursing the lips slightly, sometimes closing the eyes, sometimes with cunning, sometimes with joy, laughter, tears, and even the back of Xiao Suo.

At the door of King Mu's mansion, the depressed figure under the cold moonlight, the darkness stretched by the moonlight continued to the corner of the wall, the woman's hair was pulled lightly, and she couldn't see her face clearly, but she could still feel the cold silence that should be frowning. Suddenly, Lan Ling'er understood the reason why Mu Xinghan pushed him away at the beginning.

He has already tasted such loneliness, how dare he let her spend the rest of her life like this.

Unconsciously, the tears had already wet the cheeks, and the crystal teardrops that followed down the rice paper were slightly violent, causing Lan Ling'er to be startled, and when she noticed it again, she found that the tears had blurred the pen and ink, forming a vague imprint.

Raise your hand lightly, want to wipe it off, but don't know how to start? It's like a memory stored in your mind, and you want it to fade away, only to find that it will become clearer and clearer.

There are many unfinished semi-finished products pressed under the scroll, which may have been discarded, but Lan Ling'er prefers to believe that it is painting, and it is difficult to get started. The small wooden house in Sanssouci Valley, the mandarin duck lanterns hanging in front of the door, and the man in front of the door, wearing a white robe, are slightly old.

The man was half-sitting under the tree, with a faint smile on his face, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly blurred, and in front of him was a woman in an ice-blue dress, her black hair shuttling between the man's fingers, her face was serene, and her eyebrows and eyes were smiling, like the brilliance of spring flowers.

There is a lack of flowers, a lack of hot springs, a lack of streams... In the top corner of the painting, only the three words 'Lan Ling'er' are written, leaving a black mark, which is obviously written here, and the painter's thinking suddenly stagnates, or there is an error in the emotional excitement.

Mu Xinghan is such a shrewd and steady person, if such a mistake occurs, you must be shocking to the soul.

Covering her mouth with her hands, Lan Ling'er took a few steps back, trembling her body, and sat on the stool behind her. Such stacks of portraits, stacks of handwriting, are all traces left by Mu Xinghan these days. I miss it in my heart, but I break my thoughts, tear it apart little by little, and it appears in front of me with blood.

Why are you so yourself? Mu Xinghan, why are you so stupid? Lan Ling'er shouted in her heart. When she was sad and desperate, the people around her never mentioned the word Mu Xinghan, and everything about him was sealed.

If you don't think about it, everything doesn't matter so much. Once in a while, it just hurts for a while, and then it is replaced by something else. And what about him? He cut out all the memories, spread them out in front of him little by little, and after fermentation, he achieved this picture scroll that could not be completely drawn, but was extremely attentive.

Lan Ling'er could even tell where he had stayed for how long, and where his eyes were slightly red.

After a long time, Lan Ling'er wiped away her tears, took the scroll that had just been dyed with her own tears aside, dyed the ink, and sketched a few strokes like a cloud, and another scene appeared. The woman is holding a small baby in her hand, and the little baby is holding a lantern in her hand.

In the distance, the man who came slowly in the moonlight, with a light smile on his face, softened the silent night, which made people unbearable to put down or interrupt.

In the sky, with a few dots of lights, it warms the whole heart. After finishing the painting, Lan Ling'er did not take away the scroll, but hid it in it. Wiped the corners of his eyes and went out of the secret door. Without notifying Wufeng and the others, he left King Mu's Mansion.

It was already past midnight, the sky was slightly bright, the stars in the sky were gradually dimming, Lan Ling'er cleaned up her mind, her face was in a trance, there was no one on the street, the breeze was slight, her hair was dancing in the wind, and the tears on the woman's cold face had not dried. His hands were clenched at his side, and his body, which was originally moving forward, suddenly stopped.

Lan Ling'er came to the 'Hundred Flowers Building', this place itself hadn't appeared for a long time, and she didn't remember. Looking at the faint light of the wind-dyed room, my heart moved, and I rose up and fell to the ground from the window.

Feng Ran, who was about to make a move, saw Lan Ling'er's figure, and couldn't help but breathe, red eyes, messy hair, such a look really distressed.

Zhang Laosan on the side was even more stunned, in his heart, Lan Ling'er should be a fairy in the sky, how could there be such a downfall. The person concerned did not realize it at all, rolled his eyelids, glanced at Feng Ran, sat directly on the stool on the side, and said, "I have something to order." ”

"Oh!" Feng Ran nodded casually, and walked to the cabinet and took a clean handkerchief for Lan Ling'er.

Lan Ling'er looked at the handkerchief that suddenly appeared in front of her, slightly stunned, Feng Ran frowned, pulled it up directly, and walked towards the big mirror in the room. Seeing the strange woman inside, Lan Ling'er suddenly realized, but she just put the handkerchief aside.

Under the eyes of Feng Ran, Zhang Laosan immediately withdrew.

Lan Ling'er opened her lips and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Feng Ran, and warned viciously: "Just lose face in front of me, don't let the brothers of the Afterimage Pavilion see it." ”

Eh, Lan Ling'er was speechless, her eyes that had just shed tears flashed with water stains, crystal clear, Feng Ran was slightly stiff, turned her head awkwardly, and said angrily: "I was misunderstood, so I was annoyed and angry?" ”

It's ironic, but it's irritated.

Lan Ling'er didn't care about the awkwardness of Feng Ran for a while, and said lightly: "I may have to leave for a while." ”

Turning his head in an instant, Feng Ran frowned, if it was only a few days and half a month, Lan Ling'er would definitely not come over on purpose. After looking at Lan Ling'er deeply for a long time, Feng Ran shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said, "How long?" ”

Sighing lightly, Lan Ling'er said lightly: "I don't know, it may take a year." ”

Suddenly, he sat up from the stool, a thick shock flashed in his wind-stained eyes, but in the next moment, he returned to normal, tried his best to control the calmness in his voice, and said, "Where are you going?" ”

"Northern Desert!"

"You..."

Before Feng Ran finished speaking, Lan Ling'er had already stood up, came to the side of the desk, and wrote a letter with a pen, saying, "This is handed over to my parents, this time Grandpa Qing passed away, they should come over soon." ”

"You're not waiting for them to come along?" Feng Ran had doubts on his face, always feeling that with Lan Ling'er's temperament, how could he make such a decision.

Suddenly chuckling, Lan Ling'er shook her head, she naturally knew the doubts in Feng Ran's heart, but she didn't intend to explain that it was best for no one to know about her pregnancy. As for going to the Northern Desert, when the time comes, as long as you get out of the Northern Desert Palace, it will not be a problem to survive.

Seeing that the wind was dyed and stopped talking, Lan Ling'er ordered: "Li Yi's revenge, someone will seek justice for him." From today onwards, the Remnant Pavilion will be all hidden, and the Secret Garden will continue to collect all kinds of news as always, and when I settle down in the Northern Desert, I will inform you of the way to contact me. ”

When she came out of the 'Hundred Flowers Building', it was already early in the morning, and Lan Ling'er had arranged everything for the rest of the world. Yi Xue accompanied her to the Northern Desert, while Wind Dye and Yi Shuang stayed at the headquarters of the Remnant Shadow Pavilion. As for the 'Ice' Pavilion handed over to Mu Anran, he will be at his disposal.

I didn't sleep all night, and it was only early in the morning, and it was rumored in the world that Lan Ling'er, the lord of Nanchuan County, actually killed the old prince of Amaterasu, and the people of Amaterasu were resentful of him, and even the Nanchuan envoy's courtyard was already surrounded by indignant people. In King Mu's mansion, there was no news.

Mu Xinghan seemed to have disappeared, and even Mu Qing's aftermath did not move.

Luo Yan entered King Mu's Mansion one by one, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, without the slightest reaction. Everyone was looking at Mu Xinghan, who made an oath in front of the world during the day, but his own grandfather was killed by his sweetheart at night, made a decision.

In the palace, Dongfang Jiaoyang stood behind Luo Yan, seeing his brother who had changed rapidly these days, a little suspicion flashed in his eyes, Luo Yan seemed to have guessed Dongfang Jiaoyang's doubts, and without her making a sound, he said lightly: "All this is what you want, isn't it?" ”

Slightly stunned, a trace of gloom flashed in Dongfang Jiaoyang's eyes, and he stepped forward with a chuckle, standing side by side with Luo Yan, seeing the golden palace, rendered noble and magnificent by the sun, "I don't know what happened to the third emperor brother now?" ”

"It's really my surprise that you let him go." Luo Yan said sarcastically.

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