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Changan.

The Dragon's Divine General's Mansion.

This was once the residence of Du Wei, the general of Wei Lingshen.

But since the moment Beitongxuan was named a dragon, this mansion has changed its plaque.

When returning from the Holy Emperor's birthday banquet, Du Hongchang hurriedly moved out of here with his mother and went to a courtyard that Du Wei had purchased when he was alive.

This mansion has changed owners three times, and this fourth time will not be the last.

A man was lying in an ornately furnished wing room in the mansion. His face was pale, but his lips were as red as blood.

At the table covered with white brocade next to it, an old man was playing with a cup of tea in his hand. But he didn't mean to drink it in the slightest, but more like he was waiting for something.

At this moment, the man's closed eyes on the bed suddenly opened.

"Awake?" asked the old man, putting down the tea set in his hand. But he didn't look at the man, as if he knew that the man should wake up at this time. So his voice penetrated the man's ears almost the moment he opened his eyes.

The man was not surprised by the old man's voice in the slightest, and he sat up, the expression on his face as calm as a dry well for ten thousand years.

"Prime Minister, you're here. He said.

"Hmm. The old man nodded, lifted the teapot on the table, and filled the teacup with water.

"Is General Bei's health better?" the old man asked, his voice was neither salty nor light, so that people could not hear the joy or sorrow, nor could they understand the true thoughts in his heart.

"Thanks to the prime minister's blessing, it's already much better. Since I will not delay my wedding with Miss in two days. ”

"Oh?" the old man raised his eyebrows, put the teapot back into the distance, and then took a sip of the teacup to his lips. "It seems that General North is very concerned about his marriage to Changxue. ”

"Miss Changxue is as beautiful as a fairy, and she is known to be talented, so Tong Xuan naturally remembers it tightly. The man clutched the horrific wound on his chest, but there was nothing unusual in his tone.

"Really?" the old man stood up, and finally turned to look at the man. "It seems that I am still a little short of the dust step of General Bei that day, why don't I wait for General Bei to practice this step to perfection before marrying the little girl?"

The old man's words were like a stone, causing ripples on the man's face, which was like a dry well for thousands of years.

"General North should be well recuperated. There is no hurry in the matter of the marriage contract. The old man threw down the last sentence, then brushed his sleeves and disappeared into the man's room.

The man was left alone, looking at the void in front of him uncertainly.

The next day, early in the morning.

Tenran-in.

Fan Ruyue, who was wearing a yellow gauze skirt, was sweeping the fallen leaves in front of the courtyard with a broom.

The weather is already winter, so new fallen leaves fall from the trees in Tianlan Courtyard every day, and for this reason, Fan Ruyue has to clean up every day. It was a tedious thing to do, but she wasn't bored.

Compared to her previous days in the Peony Pavilion, she felt that she was truly alive now. Although she worked hard every day, she was better than freedom, and no one controlled her. She can have a lot of time to do what she wants to do. For example, playing his own pipa, doing some practice, and accompanying Su Changan, even if he doesn't do anything, just looking at him, it is also an extremely happy thing in Fan Ruyue's opinion.

But lately, such happiness has become a little out of reach.

Since returning from the Holy Emperor's birthday banquet, Su Changan has been sad every day, and he doesn't even practice his favorite knife. Thinking of this, Fan Ruyue couldn't help but be a little worried. It's not that she didn't try to persuade Su Changan, but now he can't listen to anything from others at all. Every day, I sit on the stage in a daze.

Fan Ruyue shook her head a little helplessly, secretly praying in her heart that Su Changan could come out of the shadows earlier.

With this in mind, she still lowered her head and took a broom to clean up the fallen leaves on the ground.

Suddenly, a pair of white boots stood in front of her.

She looked up, but saw a woman in Tsing Yi looking at her with a flat expression.

"Miss Qingluan?" Fan Ruyue put aside the object in her hand a little nervously. It's not that she's afraid, it's just that Qingluan's temperament is too cold, and almost no one in the Lan Courtyard except for Yuheng and Su Changan pays attention to it on this day, so seeing her suddenly appear in front of her, Fan Ruyue subconsciously felt a little uncomfortable.

"Are you free? I want to ask you something. Qingluan said. Her voice can't say how cold it is, but she can't hear the slightest emotional fluctuation, which makes people subconsciously feel that she is a woman who is as cold as an iceberg.

"En?" Fan Ruyue was stunned, although she wondered why Qingluan was looking for her, she still nodded, and at the same time showed a charming smile on her face, and responded.

"En" got Fan Ruyue's answer, but Qingluan paused, she thought about yesterday's situation.

Su Changan's mood was obviously much better when he was drinking in the restaurant, but when he finished chatting with the scholar named Gu Qianfan. On the way home, he suddenly became silent again. Then this morning, I sat on the stage and started in a daze. Qingluan felt that if she continued like this, she didn't know when she would be able to teach Su Chang'an swordsmanship, so she had to continue to find a way to make Su Changan happy.

But she really didn't have the talent for it, so after thinking about it, she decided to find someone to ask. And the target naturally fell on this girl who was about the same age as Su Changan.

"Do you know how to make a person happy?" Qingluan finally asked after groaning slightly.

At this time, her expression was very focused and serious, as if she was asking some very profound spiritual questions.

In fact, with Qingluan's talent, in the nearly three hundred years that she was alive, she had rarely encountered any incomprehensible problems in her cultivation. But this matter stumped her, so she felt that it should be a very profound question. For this reason, she had to cheer up the spirit of twelve points, and asked Fan Ruyue very seriously.

Burst!

But Fan Ruyue unconsciously covered her mouth and laughed, she felt that this kind of Qingluan was inexplicably a little cute. is very different from the cold image she usually shows.

"Isn't it funny?" Qingluan's brows furrowed, and she asked with some puzzlement as she stared at the girl in front of her.

"En~!" Fan Ruyue shook her head with a long tail note, and then stopped the smile on the corner of her mouth. She looked at Qingluan with eyes that were bent into a crescent moon and asked, "Is Miss Qingluan also worried about Su Gongzi?"

"Yes. Qingluan nodded, as if remembering Su Changan's state, her brows frowned deeper, "I want him to be happy, well, at least don't keep a sad face like now." ”

"But I don't know how to make a person happy, so I want you to teach me. Qingluan looked at Fan Ruyue, and the expression on her face became serious again.

Maybe the look on Qingluan's face was too serious, and Fan Ruyue had to restrain her smile. She stared at Qingluan in front of her, and for some reason asked the ghost, "Miss Qingluan, do you like Su Gongzi?"