Chapter 32 Long time no see, Lin Wanqi

The lights of the begging festival that day were bustling, and Chao Ling seemed to be sprinkled with gold and white Xuan on the drop of thick ink that cut the scroll, standing abruptly beside Jiuli.

Jiu Li was holding Chu Wenbing in her arms, and her robe covering Jiu Li was tightly shrunk into a ball.

"Your Highness, I'm sorry." Chu Wenbing coughed and got out of his arms, leaning over slightly, I saw pity.

Jiuli carefully straightened his robe, "It should be me who said I'm sorry." ”

"Sister Chu, I have clothes in the car, you can go with me to change." Chaoling was chilled by the wind, and sneezed homeopathically.

No matter what Jiuli does with her tonight, her meeting with Zhang Zhaoran will definitely not be possible. Chaoling can also be regarded as gaining time for long-term consideration.

Chu Wenbing is the daughter of the Wen family, although the people of the dynasty are open, but the scholar will definitely not let Chu Wenbing get into Su Jiuli's carriage, so he went to deliver clothes to Chu Wenbing.

"Miss, do you really want to wear this dress?" Chu Wenbing's maid looked at the red robe, and then looked at her own lady, "I think this Miss Lin is ....... on purpose."

"Blooming Moon." Chu Wenbing interrupted her words and put her clothes on, "Wanqi doesn't understand, don't you understand either?" ”

"She doesn't understand what she does, how could the Lin family's skills be pushed into the water by the county lord of Pingning like this, and she also brought you, Miss." The Blooming Moon is dissatisfied. "What is this?"

There was a piece of jade pendant at the bottom of the tray, which was placed there brightly, as if it was unintentional and felt intentional.

Chu Wenbing took the jade pendant in his hand, and the best Hetian jade was gentle, I heard that in the marriage of the Mobei royal family and relatives, there was a good jade pendant, and the prince has been with him since he was born.

"You get this thing back."

Blooming Moon hurriedly got out of the carriage, but saw that the woman in red who was following with a smile had long since disappeared.

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Chaoling was lost, just in front of Chu Wenbing's carriage, under the supervision of the guards of the Prince's Mansion, and lost.

She never thought that someone could take her away from the public eye with just one person without using spells, and play the darkness under the lamp to the extreme.

I only remember that there were 10,000 pairs of eyes staring at Su Jiuli in this imperial city, but there were still 10,000 people who wanted to kill her.

She was covered by her mouth and climbed over the high walls of the East City to a dilapidated mansion. She was thrown in an empty room, mixed with a hint of sandalwood, and the smell of blood.

Chao Ling tried to move, but found that she was not tied, she took a half step back, her waist was leaning against a table, and her hands were stained with incense ash.

"General."

With a sound of general, a lone lamp lit up under his feet, and a silver-armored soldier came from the darkness.

This is an ancestral hall, the ancestral hall of the Zhenguo General's Mansion.

In the ancestral hall, there are not people from the Lin family, but all the generals who have sacrificed their lives for the country under the general's mansion. When the Zhenguo General's Mansion was at its peak, there were famous generals from all over the world, including Nie Wanqing's father, Nie Sheng.

Dark clouds rose in the night, and a gust of wind blew the wooden door of the ancestral hall rattling. The silver-armored soldier walked slowly, he put the lone lamp in front of his forehead, and knelt on one knee, "General." ”

Chao Ling looked back at the eighty-one tokens in the ancestral hall, and she put the lone lamp on top of the ancestral hall, "It should be eighty-two." ”

The last general who died in the battle of the Zhenguo General's Mansion, the border guard general in Mobei - Lin Qingping.

"Brother." She hummed from her chest as she pronounced the two words. His feet took root, his knees were pulled by a strange force, and he knelt in front of the eighty-two lone lamps.

The sparks burned, and the remaining eighty-one lights suddenly lit up.

"Brother." The voice was softer, the second very different kind of voice from this body, soaked through the long wet night, as if floating to the far northern edge of the desert.

That was Lin Wanqi, the soul hidden in this body, who was supposed to go to Nai He Bridge.