When Lu Rong entered the house with breakfast, he saw his young lady and uncle looking at each other and smiling at each other, and the feeling of being spicy was indescribable.

"Little... Miss, Auntie... It's time to eat..."Lu Rong was stimulated by the two of them, and they both became stumbling.

Who said that the young lady is not worthy of the prince? Both of them are demons, even if they are beautiful, they also show the breath of contempt for all living beings, so how can a small person like Lu Rong live?

While Lu Rong was setting up the meal, he passed out the words of worry-free, "Miss, uncle, the carefree son said that the goddess of Wulan has woken up." ”

"Awake?" You Ruo didn't know what to think, and then began to eat.

When Youruo finished the last mouthful of porridge, Zhai Xiying helped her wipe the corners of her mouth with a square towel, and then said, "Let's go." ”

When he arrived at the guest house, Wuwu happened to be about to go to find Yulan from his room, saw Youruo, walked to Youruo's side, and said softly: "Youruo, Yulan is blaming herself in the house at the moment, you..."

The meaning of worry-free is that if you haven't recovered your memory, you may not know what to say when you treat Lan Lan, will it be embarrassing to go in?

Youruo had already guessed that Yu Lan was awake at the moment, and shook her head firmly, "I'll go in alone, and you guys will wait outside." ”

The master's order is to be obeyed naturally without worry.

And Zhai Xiying stood beside Wu Wu, not preventing Youruo from going in to visit Yu Lan. If Lan Lan is not controlled, there will be no danger if you are not in danger, he can rest assured.

Youruo crossed the threshold of the room, and when she had breakfast, she was thinking about how to face Su Lan.

Some time ago, Lan Lan and Youruo were friends and rivals, no... Less of the relationship between love rivals, they are compatible friends.

But now, Lan Lan is a disciple of Youruo. Although you have forgotten, but Lan Lan has not forgotten, how much she should blame her own mistakes for treating her master!

"Lan Lan~" Youruo whispered to the people who were in a daze on the bed.

The pitiful woman on the bed turned around in fear, not daring to face Youruo.

"Lan, look at me." Youruo sat lightly on the edge of the bed, looking at Lan Lan who didn't dare to look at her.

Lan Lan shook her head, tears dripping from her watery eyes, "Master, I'm sorry, Lan'er is sorry for you, I'm sorry..."

Youruo grabbed Lan Lan's slightly struggling body, forced Lan Lan to look at her directly, pretended to be angry, and scolded angrily, "Lan Lan, the master doesn't blame you, not to mention that the master is fine, what do you say I'm sorry?" If this is the case again, the master is really angry! ”

Yu Lan cried and held Youruo's hand, and continued to shake her head, "Master, it's Lan'er who is stupid, obviously there is a Gu technique taught by the master, and it was used by a traitor, I'm sorry..."

I understand why the world says that the wonderful hand loves the orchid, the orchid is indeed a woman who people cherish unconsciously, crying pear blossoms with rain, and weak makes people want to hold her at the tip of their hearts.

"Lan Lan, tell me what happened, the master won't be angry with you, silly boy." Youruo's heart is a thirty-year-old girl, and she is unconsciously spoiled as if she loves her daughter.

Lan nodded, and asked her without worry, she didn't say anything, she just wanted to tell the master first, "Master, when they controlled Lan'er, Lan'er was unconscious, and she had no memory of those things, but Lan'er resisted, so I remember that they forced Lan'er to go to Xinshan to subdue the master, and forced Lan'er to draw a portrait of the master, and in the end, they wanted to borrow Lan'er's hand and kill you with their own hands, master, I'm sorry... I'm sorry."

"Who are they?" Youruo hugged the orchid and stroked the choked body of the orchid.

"They are Miao curse people, Lan'er has been in the prison of Miao curse people for half a year..."

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(Markor Literature-)