"I'll send them off, you go and change into court clothes." He Lan whispered to Silent Yao.

Silent Yao smiled and nodded, as if a little absent-minded.

At the gate of the palace, He Lan smiled at the three masters and apprentices, and Jing Yao, who was lagging behind, was just about to get into the carriage, but she paused again, turned around and turned back.

Heran raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to speak.

Jing Yao stood in front of her, her brows furrowed tightly, her pink lips pursed, and her face was very unhappy.

"Princess Helan, in my opinion, King Yao doesn't care about you so much."

He Lan's eyebrows were lightly raised, his eyes were lazy, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was light and light, and he did not answer.

Jing Yao glared at her fiercely and sneered: "That Fan Yiyao is young and beautiful, and has a good background, it's a pity to be a side concubine, as soon as I heard that you lost your child, the palace immediately arranged a side concubine for King Yao, and the days are so good, in fact, you are not much favored." ”

After the words fell, Jing Yao smiled again, "Actually, I'm just curious, I especially want to see the day you were squeezed down." ”

Nan Zhu lifted the curtain of the carriage and glared at Jing Yao, "Let's go!" What are you doing with it? ”

"You have to take care of it!" Jing Yao glanced at him.

Watching the carriage staggering away in the snow, Helan didn't move for a long time.

She fell in the white snow in a pink dress, her figure was slender and graceful, her eyebrows were cold and proud, and the curvature of the corners of her mouth was a little colder than this cold winter.

Silently turned around and entered the palace.

"Why did you go for so long?"

In the room, Lonely Yao was peeling apples for her.

He Lan glanced at him after coming in, and the corners of his mouth hooked, "After chatting with Jing Yao, have you been busy lately?" It's almost Chinese New Year's Eve, and it's still rushing for the night king to get married, so it must be busy. ”

Silent Yao carefully peeled the apples, cut the apples into pieces and put them on the plate, "Fortunately, when Chinese New Year's Eve is approaching, all countries will come to pay tribute, and the four sides will come to congratulate the party to be busy." ”

"Hmm." The woman lowered her eyes, picked up a piece of apple and put it in her mouth, "It's very sweet, you can taste it too." ”

As she spoke, she handed the half-bitten apple to the man's mouth.

Lonely Yao was stunned, he had a habit of cleanliness, but when he thought that this was Helan bitten, he bit it directly with one mouth.

As long as Helan touched it, it was all good.

Seeing him eat without disgust, the smile on the corner of Helan's lips became a little thicker, and there was a deep light in his eyes.

"No matter how busy you are, you have to pay attention to your body, your body is yours, and you can't get it back with money and power."

Her calm and warm words came into her ears, and her eyes softened, "Okay, I know." ”

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Night.

He Lan was in front of the desk to contact the brush words, in her previous life, she would write the brush words to stabilize her mood when she was upset.

But today, somehow, no matter how much you write, it's useless.

She sat down and pinched her eyebrows with her fingertips, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and her expression was indifferent.

She took out a cigarette from the drawer, took off the candle flame cover, leaned forward, and put the cigarette with the candle flame, and the smoke instantly came out of the corner of her mouth.

Lonely Yao was in the study on business, but she didn't follow, and opened a window so that the smoke could escape.

He Lan sat back in the seat, his slender and straight legs folded, his body lazily leaning on the soft quilt, his fingertips against the corners of his forehead, and the light in his eyes was cold and indifferent.

White smoke spit out along her rosy and plump lips, and her eyes were watery and bewitching.

He Lan looks very lazy and casual when he smokes, and when he squints his eyes, he looks like a lazy cat, charming and dangerous.

His fingertips tapped on the armrests of the seat, his face expressionless, and under the light of the candle flame, there was a hint of treachery.