Lan Guifei was dragged to the torture room and beaten to death on the same day.

I heard that when she died, the position below the waist became a piece of meat, and she, like the palace maids she once was, was hurt to death.

As for the father-in-law of Guo'an, his luck was not much better, he was dragged to the execution ground, and his head was cut off with a knife, although he was happy when he died, but his body was hung on the execution ground for three whole months, and the violent corpse wilderness was nothing more than that.

And Lan Guogong, the hundred-year-old Hou Mansion, was pulled out of all his minions overnight, and all the houses were beheaded, leaving only a few women confiscated, while the newborn children were exiled to the outside of the fortress and left to fend for themselves.

The mansion, which had a long history and coexisted with blood and shame, was completely annihilated by a fire in an instant.

The Lan Mansion and the descendants of the Lan family were expelled from Game of Thrones, and there was never a chance to turn the tables around.

For a while, the nobles in Shangjing who were ready to move were like being struck by lightning, and when they thought of the fate of the Languo Mansion, they couldn't wait to be people with their tails between their legs.

Emperor Zhou, who has always loved beauties and longs to spoil gentle and kind women to heaven, has changed color.

Maybe the shadow that Concubine Lan secretly ate gave him was too heavy, and he had no plans to expand the harem again, and the place he went to the most every day was no longer Zhong Cui Palace, but Jinhua Palace, which was about to be forgotten by everyone.

Maybe Concubine De is indeed too stubborn, too aggressive, and not knowledgeable enough, but after seeing too much hypocrisy in the palace, Emperor Zhou may finally have a standard for judging women in his heart.

People who are too stubborn will not be too bad after all.

Compared with Concubine Shu, who has a lot of eyes and a sweet mouth and also borrows a knife to kill people, he may prefer that knife and wants to have a child with Concubine De.

After the incident of Concubine Lan, the master of ceremonies resigned from his position in the palace and began to train Jinyi Wei in the East Factory.

Of course, this is already summer.

There is a big lake in the courtyard of Jifu, in June, the lotus flowers in the courtyard are blooming, pink and white, and the lotus leaves are extraordinarily beautiful.

Wen Cha and Zhou Damiang found a flat boat together and picked lotus flowers in the lake to make wine.

The peach blossom wine brewed in spring was drunk before it was enjoyable.

Taking advantage of the absence of the celebrant and the celebrant to decide, they decided to brew a few jars of lotus flowers.

Wen Cha picked a lotus leaf on his head, stretched out his hand and pulled several lotus flowers in my hand, sat on the edge of the boat, and laughed with Aunt Zhou.

At noon, the master of ceremonies went home from the East Factory for dinner, and the two loaded a boatload of flowers and returned with a full load.

The celebrant walked to the lake, and Wen Cha stood on the boat and waved at him, "I'll give you a flower." ”

As soon as his eyes fell, he saw the lotus flowers of different colors in Wen Cha's hand, approached Wen Cha in a few steps, and picked her up from the boat.

Wen tea was picking and choosing in his hand, and he was reluctant to give it away, the master of ceremonies smiled and took her hand, and didn't speak, with an expression that if you don't send it, you won't admit it.

The slave who came with her on the side snickered and moved the rest of the flowers to the kitchen with Aunt Zhou.

Wen Cha pondered in place for a long time before she endured the pain, pulled out what she thought was the ugliest one, and handed it to the celebrant of ceremonies.

The celebrant looked at the white lotus in her hand, and then at her painful face, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he took it directly, not disgusted at all.

Seeing that he was holding it in his hand, he was more delicate than a flower, and his face was picturesque, Wen Cha regretted it a little, and reached out to grab it: "Return the flower, I'll change it for you."

The celebrant shook his head, "I want this one." ”

By the way, raise your hands high.

Wen Cha was unwilling: "The red ones are also good-looking, the pink ones are also good-looking, and the pink and white ones are also good-looking, I have a lot of them, you can choose them."

"I don't choose it." The celebrant shook his head solemnly, "I want you to choose it for me." ”

Wen Cha gritted his teeth: "That afternoon, I have to go to the lake to play."

The celebrant smelled the fragrance of flowers all over her body, thought about what she was going to do in the afternoon, and nodded, "Okay."

Wen Cha immediately didn't care about the white lotus in his hand, and the two took hands and went back to the courtyard together.

After lunch, the celebrant went to the East Factory to negotiate things, Wen Cha and Zhou Damiang made lotus drunk together, and then dried the remaining lotus flowers to make lotus tea and lotus cake.

When the celebrant came back, the two of them filled a pot of lotus tea, carried pastries, and walked to the depths of the lake in a small boat.

The celebrant changed into a dark blue robe, held the oar, and slowly stopped in the center of the lake.

The fresh lotus fragrance is particularly pleasant when it is approaching dusk, and one or two chirping lonely hongs occasionally fly in mid-air, and the lake light and flower shadows are reflected on the water surface, making people feel like they are in a paradise, quiet and comfortable.

Wen Cha poured out the warm tea and offered the treasure as if he had to hand it to the celebrant of ceremonies, "Taste it, it's delicious." ”

There is a lotus leaf in the pot, and the petals are stretched out, and the fragrance is fragrant, which is extraordinarily refreshing.

The celebrant took a sip, the tea was slightly sweet, but it was suitable for girls.

"I added a little rock sugar to it." Warm tea blinked.

"Well, it's delicious." The celebrant put down the cup, rubbed her head, and said solemnly, "You did a good job."

"Of course." Wen Cha raised his nose, "When the autumn comes, the mulberry trees in the yard grow up and bear the mulberry flowers, and I will make mulberry wine, make osmanthus cakes, and osmanthus moon cakes." ”

"Hmm." The celebrant has long and narrow eyes upward, slightly bent, like a moon in the heart of a lake, and it makes people's hearts feel slightly sick.

He seemed to have imagined that she was so excited that he would be impressed, and it was so good that the corners of his eyes were bent into a crescent moon, and the stars were shining.

Wen Cha threw himself into his arms, kissed his eyes, grinded the corners of his eyes, bit the corners of his eyes red, and then wiped the saliva off his face with satisfaction, "My lord, I like you so much!" ”

She confesses a lot every time, either she likes you or loves you to death.

It stands to reason that the celebrant is getting used to it this year.

But every time he heard it, he would be stunned for a moment, as if he had lost his soul.

"I like you too." He nodded his nose with warm tea, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise: "I like you as much as you like me."

"Hmm." Wen Cha pulled him and poured with him on the cushion in the bow of the boat, holding hands with him and looking up at the sky.

The sky is very clear, and it is also very far away, the lotus flowers on both sides of the strait are in full bloom, the breeze is coming, a pool of blue sky, accompanied by the sound of insects, time seems to have stopped, the chest cavity seems to hold a bowl of tea, light fragrance, gentle, quiet and peaceful.

"I feel so happy!"

Wen Cha clenched the hand of the celebrant and remembered the last wish of the original owner, this was probably the life she wanted.

There is no war, intrigues, no iron riding rivers, and there is no deceit.

Everything was fine.

There is no shortage of food and clothing, bending the waist for half a bucket of rice, not much sentimentality, and sadness for impermanence.

The most important thing is that the person you love is by your side, as much as you love him, and loves you deeply.

When the celebrant heard the voice, he took her into his arms and whispered, "I am so happy."