Although Yun Qiange was talking, his eyes were always fixed on the young man sitting on horseback at the city gate, in front of the long line, blue clothes and black hair, lupine scarf, and high spirits.

The sun was scorching, and even the wind was hot.

From a distance, the boy's gaze stayed on her face for a moment, as if something had flashed in his dark eyes, and he looked away before she could catch it.

Precision......

Yun Qiange pursed his lips, he knew it, he knew what he wanted to take the throne, and he knew that she had reneged on her promise to him.

"Situ Yanbei, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites of the Tianyuan Dynasty, greets His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince, the Seventh Prince came from the Lan Kingdom, all the way to the dust, you have worked hard." When the Ministry of Rites Shangshu saw Lan Jiaxin's carriage arrive, he hurriedly greeted him.

The curtains were closed, and there was no movement from the people in the car.

The face of the Ministry of Rites Shangshu was a little unbearable, and he called through the carriage: "Please also ask His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince to move the shelf, the minister has arranged a place for His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince." ”

The people in the car still didn't come out, but the young man on horseback had already jumped off the horse, and he arched his hand to the Ministry of Rites with a degree of humility and politeness: "Envoy of Lan State, Weiran." ”

"It turned out to be Wei Gongzi, who has been admired for a long time."

"Master Situ is talented, and he has been admired for a long time."

Then the two of you and I said polite words, Lord Situ said while leading people to the embassy, when they arrived at the embassy, everyone thought that His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince should come out, but unexpectedly, others directly carried the sedan chair in.

A platoon of guards had blocked the entrance to the embassy, preventing a single person from entering.

The faces of the people of the Tianyuan Dynasty are extremely ugly, these seven princes are married, and they really regard themselves as masters? Yun Xiyan's brows were furrowed, Yun Qinshu snorted mockingly, hugged his chest and shouted dissatisfiedly: "I don't even dare to let us see what he looks like, is this prince too ugly?" ”

The people have begun to whisper.

"If it's not good-looking, I don't want it, I'll have nightmares if I sleep with an ugly husband." Yun Qinshu slapped his hands in disgust and joked with several royal sisters and sisters.

Laugh! Only Yun Qiange and Yun Xiyan looked at everything around them quietly.

The curtain of the carriage lifted a corner, and a small blade flew towards Yun Qinshu, and a strand of green silk was cut off and slid down lightly.

"Bang dang." The blade fell to the ground.

The scene of laughter just now instantly froze, if that blade was a little closer, it would not be the green silk of the Three Princesses, but the necks of the Three Princesses!

At this moment, everyone who was polite and polite arched their hands: "Thank you for coming to greet the Seventh Prince, and thank you for your kindness to the Seventh Prince, but Your Highness has always been happy and quiet, and I won't come out to see you today, so you will say goodbye." ”

After speaking, Wei Ran also walked into the embassy, and the guards who were originally blocked on one floor blocked two more layers after Wei Ran entered, and now it is a full three floors!

The face of the Ministry of Rites Shangshu turned blue, Yun Qinshu's face was even darker, and the people saw that there was no excitement to see the stupid birds and beasts. Yun Qinshu also scolded and left, and Yun Xiyan also left with the maid with a bad face.

It was a good reception, but it was unhappily dispersed.

Yun Qiange chuckled and touched his nose, the person who married into the Tianyuan Dynasty should have been Nalan Chengdou, but now because of a letter from her, the person who married him became Lan Jiaxin, so it is reasonable for Lan Jiaxin to lose his temper.

The sun above her head was scorching, Yun Qiange raised her hand, stretched out her five fingers to block the sun, and colorful sunlight poured down from the gap in her palm, and the corners of her mouth gradually raised an inexplicable arc.

Everything is under control.