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(20) Night encounter in Qintiandian (1)

"Miss, drink some tea to suppress the shock."

When it was time to rest, Luan Luo still treated her the way she treated Tang Wan'er in the past.

Tang Wan'er was not polite, picked up the teacup and drank it well.

"It's really good tea. The tea brewed by Luanluo is really delicious. ”

Tang Wan'er said.

The young lady complimented her. But what's going on today? Is the Fu Concubine's clothes really lost? ”

"It doesn't matter if it's true or fake. What matters is what the purpose is. Even if you lose something, you won't necessarily come to us to look for it. ”

Luan Luo nodded as if he didn't understand.

After a few words of instruction, Tang Wan'er was ready to go out to see the situation, if the things she saw during the day were not arranged for her to see. Then, there must be a good show to watch in the Qintian Temple tonight.

Moreover, Tang Wan'er remembered that Wu Qingxi seemed to have something to do tonight, and she just happened to have this time.

"Miss, remember to come back early. Be careful. It's late, and the slave maid will go and hold the lamp for you. ”

"Well, I know. Don't come with me yet, wait for me here. After all, the injuries on your body are not completely healed. ”

Tang Wan'er said with concern, touched Luanluo's head, and went out.

Luanluo, who had nothing to do, sat quietly on the chair, took out the embroidery surface, and began to do the embroidery work seriously.

If Tang Wan'er's female celebrity is terrible, then Luanluo's female celebrity is the peak.

No matter which way you look at it, Luan Luo is very feminine, a typical good wife and mother, and this kind of classical beauty that seems to come out of a painting has never been seen in Tang Wan'er's contact.

The Qintian Temple at night is a little cold, the cool breeze is blowing, and the night is surprisingly quiet. At the corner of the eaves, some animal shapes are carved. The little animals stood in a row, and as soon as the moonlight came out, they occupied the entire moon, which was a quiet beauty.

The magnificent and magnificent Qintian Temple stands majestically, and no one has touched the candlestick.

Before Tang Wan'er arrived, it seemed that Concubine Yang had not yet shown up. She hurriedly found a place where she could see through the whole situation and hid it.

Tang Wan'er tried the method of controlling qi that she had learned, and it seemed that she could better hide it without being easily discovered.

After about a stick of incense, Concubine Yang came in a hurry, and her dusty appearance showed that she seemed to really want to meet her lover.

There are only two people in the huge hall, Concubine Yang and Tang Wan'er.

Concubine Yang looked at it for a long time, and seemed to find that no one had come yet.

She said to herself: "Is it that the palace came early, now at this hour, Zhang Lang is still busy." Do you want to go to the place where the theater crew lives? ”

Thinking about this, Concubine Yang shook her head again and decided to wait.

She looked at the rows of candles as if she were looking at a lover, her eyes so affectionate.

Tang Wan'er was wondering, did Concubine Yang once be here and date that Zhang Lang?

After going around the entire hall, Concubine Yang finally planned to kneel on the mat and wait slowly. But fortunately, Tang Wan'er hid well and was not discovered, and Concubine Yang didn't know martial arts at all, so it was impossible to find Tang Wan'er.

The night wind is bleak, and the figures are lonely.

The candles that were lit exuded a soft light, and the halo rippled in circles, and Concubine Yang in the main hall looked particularly beautiful.

"Zhang Lang ......"

She called her sweetheart's name, her brows furrowed, her eyes mournful.