The two of them were lying on the couch, and Shi Yao changed into clean clothes and hugged her to sleep, he was already very tired, but he still gently patted the woman in his arms to let her sleep at ease.

He Lan's heart seemed to have a river flowing for a long time.

It's moving.

But more often than not, it is distressing.

She didn't expect that she just said that she missed him, and he rushed back from so far away.

It's okay if this is placed in modern times, at least the transportation is convenient, but in this ancient world, even if it is light work, it is a sleepless rush, and it is raining so heavily.

Helan didn't dare to think about how cold he was.

Xu was really sleepy, and the two of them quickly fell asleep.

*

The pouring rain turned into a light rain after the early morning.

He Lan's thoughts returned to the cage in an instant, and when he turned his head, he found that there was no one around him, only a letter under the pillow.

Take it apart and look at it.

- I'm leaving, you can rest in the mansion, if there is anything, you can go to Lin Zeyin or the queen mother, I will be back soon.

is a simple admonition, but it reveals Lone Yao's worry about her.

He Lan clenched the letter paper, and his heart was as warm as midsummer.

It is more satisfying than ever.

*

When the rain stopped, Helan suddenly remembered the gift he had given to the High Priest yesterday, and it seemed that he hadn't sent it yet.

"Liangzhi, you prepare some gifts, and we will go to the priest's hall in the afternoon."

As soon as the rainy night passed, it was really autumn.

The terrain of the eastern country is northern, and in autumn and winter, the cold is unacceptable.

He Lan picked a purple wide-sleeved fairy flow skirt, half of the green silk was on his head, half was draped behind his back, a hollow gold hairpin on his head, the same lilac tassel earrings, and a snow-white shawl with fluff on the outside.

The makeup is light, the tails of the eyes are swept a little black, and the hooked eyes are more deep, not looking gloomy at all.

Elegant and plain, noble and cold.

Without Lonely Yao by his side, He Lan didn't bother to smile at others, he never had much expression, and his posture was more chic.

She pinched her nose, a little like smoking, and she didn't know if there was tobacco in this ancient world.

He Lan lowered his head sideways, "Liangzhi, do you know what smoke is?" ”

Liang Zhi was stunned for a moment, and asked secretly: "Miss, which cigarette are you referring to?" ”

"You can put it in your mouth."

Liang Zhi frowned, "The slave should know, there is, but it was only touched by the Qinglou woman." ”

"Really?" Helan was surprised.

She used to be quite addicted to smoking, but she didn't smoke a mouthful here, and her heart was really a little unbearable, not because her body couldn't stand it, but because her soul wanted to smoke.

He Lan narrowed his eyes, "You go get me some." ”

"What?" Liang Zhi was stunned, "No, no, no! No, miss, that's not a good thing! ”

The woman raised her eyes indifferently, "To go or not?" ”

Liang Zhi lowered his head in frustration: "...... Go. ”

While waiting for Liang Zhi to come back, Helan was not idle, she rummaged around in the study, trying to find some thin and moderately thick paper to roll cigarettes, but found one, but the color was pale yellow.

But it doesn't matter, He Lan didn't care about this, and asked Fuzhu to prepare some slightly stiffer cotton wool.

Sitting there with the beads, squeezing the cotton wool, making it into strips, and finally making it a little shorter with scissors.

In modern times, she has also seen some old ladies and old men smoking dry cigarettes, but she really can't stand the wet whirring of the cigarette holder.

After finishing it, Liang Zhi came back with a drooping little face, holding a tobacco wrapped in paper in his hand.