Ran Xiyan narrated lightly, and his smile did not increase or decrease, just like the fragrant fragrance on his body, if there is nothing, it is really eye-catching, but in the eyes of the emperor, it is like the ridicule of the victor, which is really annoying. The emperor's breathing is getting heavier, if it weren't for the fact that he was in the middle of the wind, I'm afraid it would not be an exaggeration to faint.

The military attache who spoke at the beginning couldn't help but be provocative, "Lord Mo is very right, but every sentence is biased towards the filthy people like Qin Yan, doesn't the prince have other thoughts?"

Ran Xiyan smiled leisurely and glanced at the military attaché, "This king is just analyzing the facts, although these are not good for us, but they are all facts...... According to this king, it is precisely because many officials cannot analyze it that they can lead to today's situation, right?"

These words were all explicitly and implicitly referring to the military attaché, who was so angry that he couldn't say a word.

The emperor's face was not very good-looking, and he said in a deep voice to retreat from the court, and all the officials saluted together, but Ran Xiyan, dressed in white and shengxue, stood motionless among the crowd, smiled and looked directly at the emperor, there was a kind of domineering spirit that stood out from the crowd, the emperor's face turned dark, and he almost fainted out of breath! After the hundred officials saluted, the emperor brushed his sleeves away.

Everyone thought that the emperor was angry with the military attaché, and they couldn't help but sigh.

They all responded and said that Lord Mo had the foresight and could afford to take on big things.

Ran Xiyan smiled lightly and said where, where.

But no one ignored it, and Ran Xiyan only said the "facts", but did not say the solution at all. It didn't help either.

So is Ran Xiyan insidious or insidious?

After everyone retreated, Ran Youmiao and Ran Xiyan went out of the palace together, the two walked side by side, Ran Youmiao wanted to speak several times and stopped, Ran Xiyan naturally knew, he spoke first: "What do you want to say?"

“…… How's she doing?"

The corners of Ran Xiyan's lips rose, and he didn't know what he meant by that smile, so he just heard him say, "Better than you." ”

It's not, Ran Youmiao has been entangled in disgust and love, and in the end, she actually cares about how she is doing, and she is really tired. In comparison, Zhu Xiqin did look much better than him.

His ninth brother always uses the most concise words to tell the truth under many words, which makes him happy and worried.

It was as if nothing could escape in Ran Xiyan's eyes.

Ran pursed his lips and said nothing.

After separating from Ran Xiyan, Ran Youmiao sat alone in the carriage, habitually holding his chin with his hands, and watching the scenery outside the window flashing quickly with an expressionless face, not far from his hand, there was a jade flute quietly placed.

It must have hit a stone or something, the body shook suddenly, and the jade flute rolled off the seat and landed on the wall of the car, making a crisp knocking sound.

As if awakened from a dream by this sound, his deep dark eyes came back to his senses, and he slowly turned his head to look at the jade flute, which was very strong and undamaged, just lying there alone, motionless.

Now at the end of autumn, the weather is very cold, and the jade flute is accompanied by a cold air, and it is also bitterly cold, as if it is constantly reminding Ran Youmi's storage zài, and the hand holding the flute tightened a little.

Is she better than him?

…… It's pretty good, too.

When Ran Xiyan returned home, He Yan and Zhu Xiqin sat together on the stone table in the pavilion in the garden, and they didn't know what to talk about.

Ran Xiyan stood behind He Yan, wrapped his hands around He Yan, and covered He Yan's eyes with his sleeves, Ran Xiyan leaned on her ear, and the heat sprinkled on He Yan's ears with his deep voice, Ran Xiyan was rarely naughty once, and asked with a smile: "Who am I?"

The fragrance struck, and He Yan didn't need to go back to know that it was Ran Xiyan, she leaned back against Ran Xiyan and pulled out a long um, and then really said in a suspicious tone: "The famous Mo Wangye?"

Ran Xiyan squinted her eyes, didn't let go, but tightened it tighter, "No, guess again." ”