Chapter 74:

Yan Lan danced a good sword, and all the gestures and movements were exactly the same as in the memory. Wei Lan watched quietly and flicked the strings, feeling as if she was back many years ago.
The first time he cooperated, Yan Lan felt that this person seemed to have partnered with him many times, and every movement he made, every time he turned, she could catch it just right and give a most suitable note.
When Wei Lan looked at the person in front of him, she suddenly felt that she felt a little sad.
After the dance, Wei Lan handed the Qin to Ji Shao, and she couldn't help feeling a little bit of emotion: "Master Yan's dancing posture is really amazing. It is rare to hear about it in the world, and Wei Lan thanked it today."
"Where," Ji Shao said politely: "Alan's piano sound is nostalgic. I hope Alan will come back several times in the future."
Wei Lan smiled and said a few words with Ji Shao. After looking at the sky, Wei Lan got up and said, "There are other official duties to do, so A Lan will leave first."
"Alan walk slowly." They always leave as they say they want to. There is no such thing as keeping people. Ji Shao glanced at Yan Lan, and Yan Lan took the initiative to send Wei Lan. When Wei Lan saw Yan Lan following up, she suddenly wanted to talk to him a few more words, and wanted to ask him if he was doing well, and if he knew there was a place called Daliang.
But she couldn't ask so blatantly, she could only slow down and talk to Yanlan: "Is Master Yan the piano and dance he learned since childhood?"
"Yes."
Yan Lan spoke indifferently, and Wei Lan nodded: "How long has the son been studying?"
"Fourteen years."
"Fourteen years... Young Master Yan looks now, but he is in his early twenties, right?"
"It just happens to be a double ten."
"Double Ten One..." Wei Lan murmured, remembering that when she went to bury his bones in the ancestral grave of the woman he liked, he was also Double Ten.
She shifted her gaze to Yan Lan's face, and slowly said, "Master Yan must be from the family of music?"
"No." Yan Lan said indifferently: "There are no such elegant things in the family. When he was seven years old, he was sold to the Nanfeng Pavilion. The boss asked Master to teach him."
Wei Lan was silent for a moment, she looked at the person in front of her who was neither humble nor arrogant, and recalled the appearance and temperament of that person.
A person who came out of the Nanfeng Pavilion had the tolerance of the Noble Young Master Liang.
Wei Lan couldn't help laughing. After all, she couldn't help but ask aloud: "Yan Lan, do you think people have a previous life?"
Yan Lan was stunned, and then listened to her: "Sometimes I always dream. I dreamed that I lived in a country called Daliang, called Wei Lan."
Yan Lan's eyes were a little confused, as if she didn't understand why Wei Lan mentioned this to him suddenly. Looking at his expression, Wei Lan realized that he didn't know anything.
How can there be so many coincidences and miracles in this world?
When Wei Lan asked, she regretted it. Don't ask, there is always so much concern in my heart, think, is it possible?
I asked, but it just destroyed that little hope.
She sighed, waved her hand, and turned to the carriage. Yan Lan quietly watched the man leave, and couldn't help laughing. This Wei Shizi was afraid that he would recognize him.
Wei Lan sat on the carriage and slowly returned to the house.
As soon as I walked in, I heard what the chickens and dogs were talking about. Wei Lan walked into the lobby and found that Lin Xia was telling the story. The whole family listened with gusto. Wei Lan smiled and sat quietly on the side. Listening to Lin Xia's voice, she said: "I stood far away and saw a linen bag with blood all over it. I guessed that the man must have been killed in the pocket. As a result, I walked over. When I saw Hao Zuo lying on the side and throwing up, I knew it was not good. I wanted to go..." After that, Lin Xia paused and drank a sip of tea. Wei Shao urged, "What about then?"
"Cough," Lin Xiaqing coughed, and then solemnly said, "As a result, Dali Temple Shaoqing Xie Cheng stopped me and said everything came, let me see. I thought to myself, I don't lose the courage. I’m the first doctor in Lin Xiatai Hospital, and I’m afraid of a dead body? So I pretended to go up there, and when the pocket was opened, I got a big slot!"
Lin Xia seemed to have some extremely bad memories, and raised her voice: "Where are the corpses? They were chopped into pieces and packed in pieces. Only one head was well-made, and it was filled with small characters in blood, you guessed it. What is it?"
When Wei Lan heard this, she knew that although Lin Xia was joking, she was really talking about a big case. She couldn't help but calmly said, "What did you write?"
When she heard her voice, the whole family was shocked and turned their heads in panic. The old lady almost didn't come back in shock, pointing at Wei Lan and trembling: "You, you, you..."
"Grandma," Wei Lan softened her expression and stepped forward: "I'm back, don't be scared."
"Alan, you are really scary!" Wei Hua patted his chest with a lingering fear, the chest that came out was magnificent, his hands attached to it, made Wei Lan feel so jealous.
"Your are too big," she reminded him, "not very real."
"This is so beautiful." Wei Hua didn't understand, then he glanced at her, and said with contempt: "Do you want to be like you?"
Wei Lan: "..."
Forget it, she still manages the case. So she turned her head and looked at Lin Xia and said, "What did you write?"
"Heaven's reincarnation, retribution is unhappy."
Lin Xia knew that Wei Lan was going to take care of business, so she returned her seriously. Wei Lan frowned, and said to Lin Xia, "You follow me."
The whole family was quiet, Lin Xia followed Wei Lan back to the study, and after the two left, the whole family began to chat again.
"Who did you mean Jiang Xiao committed?" Old lady Wei was curious, and Wei Shao sneered: "They have so many unjust, false and wrong cases in their hands."
"Don't talk nonsense." Old lady Wei gave him a blank look, and Wei Shao was anxious: "Am I talking nonsense? Back then, Yong..."
Before he finished speaking, Wei Shao seemed to suddenly remember something. He screened his voice, didn't say much, and muttered, "They just have a problem anyway."
Lin Xia followed into the study, Wei Lan glanced at the zhezi in the study, pointed to the case beside her and said, "Sit down."
Lin Xia sat down respectfully, Wei Lan sat on the main seat, knocked on the table with a fan and said, "You speak."
"It was Dali Temple Zhengjiangxiao who was found by the moat this morning. I and Wu Zuo saw it. After about three days of death, the body was cut into pieces except the head. From the results of the autopsy It looks like it was first hit by narcotics, and then treated as minced meat with the most common kitchen knife."
Hearing this, Wei Lan frowned, but said: "Why did you, a member of the Imperial Medical Department, do what you did?"
Lin Xia smiled embarrassedly: "I helped Dali Temple solve a case where a palace lady was tortured and killed before, thanks to Shaoqing of Dali Temple..."
Upon hearing this, Wei Lan understood. She glanced at Lin Xia and said indifferently: "You don't get involved in things in the palace, you have too little eyes."
"I know," Lin Xia hurriedly shrank her head: "I just got it right."
"Success when it's time."
Wei Lan exhorted, asked about the details of the case, and then began to think about it. Lin Xia watched her words and looked at her expressions. Seeing Wei Lan sinking into thought, she cautiously said: "Then my son, am I leaving?"
Wei Lan waved his hand, Lin Xia got up and walked two steps, Wei Lan suddenly remembered something: "Lin Xia."
"Huh?" Lin Xia turned her head, Wei Lan frowned, but asked: "Do you think people have previous lives?"
"Previous life?" Lin Xia was stunned, and then she couldn't help but laughed: "The last life of the two of us, shouldn't we count as our previous life?"
"It's... indeed..."
Wei Lan spoke slowly. Lin Xia thought for a while, then turned back, kneeling and sat opposite Wei Lan, and said seriously, "What trouble has the son encountered?"
"I met a person." Wei Lan said truthfully: "His name, looks, temperament, and what he is good at are all similar to an old person in my previous life. However, he doesn't seem to be someone like you and me."
Lin Xia listened to Wei Lan’s words and thought for a while and said:
Actually, in my world, there is a theory. There are many of you in this world. They came from different worlds, but his name is his Character, what belongs to him in his bones, is actually a person. We call Parallel Space-Time..."
Speaking of this, Lin Xia felt that she seemed to be too complicated, and she hesitated, "Maybe the world understands what I'm talking about?"
"Understand." Wei Lan is so smart, he immediately understood Lin Xia's meaning, nodded and said: "You mean, he is in this world, my old friend."
"The son is smart." Lin Xia nodded, and looked at Wei Lan's expression, guessing: "Is there any quarrel between the son and the old man?"
Wei Lan didn't say a word, Lin Xia pondered that Wei Lan didn't intend to say it, so she retired with interest. When Lin Xia left, Wei Lan finally spoke.
"I owe him my life."
He owed him a lot of life.
If she could be more resolute in the past, could not be so timid, and could be more courageous as she did later, perhaps Yan Jiao would not be able to take that step.
But at that time she was too young.
Qing Weilan, the youngest Dali Temple Qing, was actually just a poor worm under the imperial power.
Wei Lan sighed, took the official document from the desktop and began to review it.
Halfway through the approval, Ranmo took a paper sheet and sent it in. He looked at Wei Lan and said, "Shizi, this is from Xie Yushi, saying that this case is not in his control and will be handed over to you."
"Come here." Wei Lan looked down at the Zhezi, and raised her hand to receive the dyed Zhezi. Ran Mo handed the zhezi into Wei Lan's hands. Wei Lan rolled his eyes and stopped. This is the case of Zheng Jiangxiao from Dali Temple today. The narration inside is similar to what Lin Xia said, but the only difference is that there is one more detail. From that pocket, I found a painting. The painting is a flower. No one has seen this flower in the south. The blood was dyed red, and the person who wrote the book made people copy the appearance of the flower, which was caught in the book.
Others can't recognize this flower, but Wei Lan knows it clearly.
This is the flower of the Northland, which blooms in autumn. If you play in autumn, your family will let them go to the battlefield with such a flower before the battle.
This kind of flower is called Sigui.
Seeing Sigui Wei Lan, he understood that this matter was not Jiang Xiao's alone. A person came from the north to kill Dali Temple Zheng from thousands of miles, or is such a cruel method, a Dali Temple, how can people be so resentful?
So Wei Lan quickly read the case and immediately ordered someone to check Jiang Xiao's background. At the same time, she sent a letter to the staff of the staff overnight to adjust Jiang Xiao's job history.
After doing all this, Wei Lan looked down at the copy of the flower.
This flower is very lifelike, but after all, it is so different from the flower in the North. The Sigui in the North has always experienced wind and frost and blooms more presumptuously, but the flower on it is more like a delicate cultivation. The flowers that came out were not full of vitality and were not cold.
Wei Lan guessed that this person probably had never been to the north. The Sigui he saw was probably raised in the south. And those who return home in the south usually migrate from the north.
"Stain the ink, and then order people to go to the flower shop," Wei Lan said: "Ask the boss, who in Shengjing bought flowers like Sigui with him?"
"Yes." Ranmo nodded, and then hesitated: "My son, in fact, this matter can be done tomorrow. We have an urgent matter tonight."
"What?" Wei Lan was stunned, then frowned, thinking desperately, what else was important.
"Master Xie..." Ranmo reminded: "You haven't visited him for half a month."
Wei Lan: "..."
I dare not.
When I went, Xie Zichen would definitely pester her to stay overnight. After pestering her to stay overnight, Xie Zichen was comfortable again. She either took a cold shower or couldn't sleep.
After thinking about it, Wei Lan shook her head and said, "Just say I have too much business..."
"What the are you doing?" Xie Zichen's voice came from the window: "I'll help you?"
Wei Lan turned her head subconsciously and saw Xie Zichen sitting on the window, quietly looking at her. He didn't know how long he had been sitting, quietly, Wei Lan was startled, and then calmed down, taking a look at the piles of papers he had piled up and said, "It's really busy with official business..."
"You have cleared all the cases that people have only cleared in half a year," Xie Zichen glanced at her papers: "Do you plan to finish one year without doing anything?"
"This...Is there a case that can be completed?" Wei Lan said with difficulty: "Closing the case sooner, it also helped the people."
"Wei Lan." Xie Zichen jumped down from the window, Yanmo quickly closed the door and withdrew out. Xie Tong stood at the door, Yanmo looked back, and was shocked when he saw him. He patted his chest and said: "You When did you come in? Changxin Houfu's defenses became so loose?!"
"Cowardly." Xie Tong mocked: "You Changxin Hou Mansion now treats our young master as a concubine, and we just got over the wall and picked us up with a ladder."
Dyeing ink: "..."
who is it! Who the is it! She is going to hack them to death!
Who is the boss of this Changxinhou Mansion?
Stained the ink at the door and quarreled with Xie Tong, Wei Lan looked at Xie Zichen who slowly walked in front of him, holding the main pen, and swallowing.
To be honest, if it was something else, she certainly couldn't tolerate Xie Zichen's strength, but she couldn't do anything about bedtime. No matter what it was, it was her fault, and she was guilty in her heart. She Wei Lan couldn't satisfy her lord, if this matter was known to her friends, it would be enough for them to laugh for a lifetime.
But she can't help it, she can only ponder in her heart every day, hurriedly promoted, and when the day can be exposed, she must let Xie Zichen know that her daughter Wei Lan is charming!
But before the time came, she could only be so forbearing, and smiled and said, "Zichen, are you all done with your business?"
"It's not over," Xie Zichen said calmly: "I will do it tomorrow."
Wei Lan hurriedly said: "Zichen, you still..."
"What the are you hiding from me?"
Xie Zichen stopped in front of her, frowning: "If you mind anything, you might as well tell me. I know you think you and I are progressing too fast, you still have Huanheng in your heart..."
"No, not so!"
Wei Lan interrupted him immediately.
A good friend of her who married the Shijun of the Eighteen Houses once told her that when a man is thinking wildly, he must not let him want to go on.
You buy him a piece of jade pendant, he thinks that jade is not good, and then quarrel with you, then he will tell you very rationally, he has to think about it.
If you really ask him to think about it, then you are done!
After half an hour, he will come back and tell you that since you don't love him, but you fall in love with other people, it's better to be separated.
understand?
Men's thinking is so terrible!
Wei Lan has had enough of this kind of man’s crazy thoughts. She quickly put down the lead writer, got up and held Xie Zichen’s hand and said, "Zichen, you don’t want to think, I’m the one who can afford to let go, ah. Regarding Heng, I put it down a year ago..."
"Nine months."
"Good, good," Wei Lan followed his words and corrected: "Nine months, it is nine months. Then I let go of it nine months ago. Since I promised you, I will treat you wholeheartedly. Don't think about it, don't talk about it!"
"Then what are you hiding?" Xie Zichen asked her to hold her hands, his expression faint. Wei Lan searched for the reason and held back for a long time and said: "It's nothing...just feel that feelings are slowly growing."
Wei Lan finally came up with a reason: "Zichen, I thought about it, gentlemen are virtuous, you and I can't always be so indulged in carnal desires, you have to cultivate spiritual feelings, this is the right way, do you think?"
Xie Zichen didn't speak, he stared at her. He understood what she said, she was grudged with his bed. Xie Zichen recalled that he might indeed scare her. But every time, she was reluctant to undress, never let him help her, and occasionally approached several times, she was completely unmoved...
With these clues, plus the appearance of her rejection at the moment, Xie Zichen couldn't help but have an idea...
He was a little worried: "Aren't you, can't you?"
"What?" Wei Lan was stunned, her expression affirmed Xie Zichen's guess. Xie Zichen's heart was relieved, his eyes softened, but he persuaded: "If this is the case, just tell me. , I will take you to see the doctor. I... won't mind this kind of thing."
Not only didn't mind, he even felt so relieved. Otherwise, Wei Lan kept holding back, and he was not without guilt. But he was also worried about Wei Lan's body.
Wei Lan's complexion changed unpredictably. She understood what Xie Zichen said, and said with difficulty: "Zichen, you misunderstood, there is nothing wrong with me..."
"Then why?" Xie Zichen frowned. Wei Lan sighed and said, "I'm probably...just as the head of the criminal ministry, and I'm under too much pressure."
Hearing this, Xie Zichen couldn't help but was stunned. In his memory, Wei Lan had always been omnipotent and confident, which made him almost forget that she was only eighteen years old. He was still a young boy at her age, so there was no such courage as her. Thinking about this, Xie Zichen finally accepted her reason.
His eyes softened, looking at the person in front of him, he felt a little nervous again.
She was only eighteen years old, and his two lifetimes combined, but he was over forty...
If one day she knew the truth, would she think he was too old?
But when I think about it, in this life, he is only seventeen years old now, one year younger than her. He felt a lot of peace, and he became so sweet. Suddenly he was so lucky to be able to live his life again, at the best time, to meet such a person.
If he hadn't lived a lifetime, he really met her at the age of seventeen, maybe he was like Huanheng, proud and willful, as early as the moment she guessed that she liked Huanheng, he would throw his sleeves and leave, and he would never interact with her. . How can you be patient, guard her, watch her move closer to yourself like now?
After four years of getting along, he knew the person in front of him too well. She looked at Feng Liu, but she was actually a person with a great sense of responsibility. She promised him at first, even if she didn't love him, she would keep her promise and try her best to cultivate her feelings.
How can there be unprovoked feelings in this world? The so-called love at first sight has never been just a teenage impulse.
The true feelings are long flowing, understanding each other little by little in company, and then falling in love with that person.
Her feelings for Huan Heng began to follow her when Huan Heng was ten years old. It was Huan Heng's desperate exchange from North to South.
She is like a stone. To get this person's feelings, she must be polished drop by drop until one day, dripping through the stone.
She is emotionally clumsy, but if you give it to her, she will work hard to respond.
Huan Heng wants a person to put himself in his heart wholeheartedly. Why not Wei Lan?
Xie Zichen couldn't help holding her hand, squeezing her fingers together, stroked her hair, and said gently: "Don't worry, there is me."
"You have just taken office. Don't worry. You can't be impatient about things in this officialdom. You could have done a good job. Don't worry too much."
Wei Lan nodded with a guilty conscience, Xie Zichen came to the case, took her to the case, and said like a teacher: "Come on, I will look at Zhezi with you."
"What about you?"
"It's done a long time ago." Xie Zichen couldn't help laughing: "I just lied to you."
As long as it wasn't in bed, Wei Lan was relieved a lot, and sat with Xie Zichen, and the two of them discussed matters on the paper. The political views of the two are similar, and you deal with it quickly. I thought I was going to read the files overnight, but the time was shortened by half.
Wei Lan was a little excited, and said to Xie Zichen: "You have to go to bed first, Zichen, I will write a note to Master Lin, and I want to change the work process of the Criminal Ministry."
Xie Zichen looked at the 18-year-old Wei Lan and didn't know what was wrong. He felt so proud and felt that the person in front of him was really a smart person. She will definitely be able to reach a very high position in the future, maybe he will be taller and go further than him.
He couldn't bear to disturb her interest. Knowing that she had a lot of words at the moment, he said: "I'm thinking about reforming the tax system these days, why don't Alan think about it with me?"
Reforming the tax system was something that Taizu was thinking a few days ago. The imperial court should not rely too much on the north. If Xie Zichen's memory is correct, within a few years, Huan Heng will attack the country of Chen three times and destroy it directly. At that time, Huanheng's prestige will be in full swing, but at this time, North Korea has no strength at all because it supports the northern army all year round, and can only let Huanheng handle it. In his previous life, Xie Zichen united the family's southern army and resisted Huanheng. It was not until Huanheng was too proud that he died on the battlefield during the fourth Northern Expedition, and he took the army into his own pocket.
But there are too many variables in this life, and Huanheng’s personality is too different from his previous life. He is not sure whether Huanheng will have three northern expeditions in the future, and he is not even sure if Huanheng’s current character will be arrogant and complacent. He was praised by courtiers. The fourth Northern Expedition at an inappropriate time.
If Huan Heng did not die, Xie Zichen would not come back to such a frustrated day. Therefore, he planned to reform the tax system, support the people and support the business, and wanted to give the country some foundation. When supporting the northern army, he would establish a government army in the south, and then put it to the north to restrain Huanheng.
Wei Lan also has this idea. It's just that all her teachers died in the reform, she feels that it is still too early. But since Xie Zichen wanted to change, she was willing to accompany him, so she chatted with Xie Zichen all night.
Both of them had gone through reforms in their previous lives, and Wei Lan was the last to succeed in reforms, making the beams flourish. If it weren't for her death too early, she would definitely see the prosperity of the world unify. The points raised by the two are extremely old, and every point is crucial, and they can't help but have a new estimate of the strength of each other in their hearts.
After chatting for most of the night, Xie Zichen considered Wei Lan's body and finally stopped: "Things can't be done overnight, let's rest."
Wei Lan hesitated for a while, but Xie Zichen smiled and said gently: "If you are tired, just rest."
Knowing that this was Xie Zichen's concession, Wei Lan was relieved, but she was also a little guilty.
The two returned to the bed after washing, Xie Zichen closed his eyes and went to sleep with her on his back.
She hugged him from behind, resting her forehead on his back.
"Zichen," she said seriously: "wait one day...I will definitely satisfy you!"
Xie Zichen couldn't help feeling funny, but also a little worried.
He turned over, took her into his arms, and followed her apostasy: "Don't worry, I will find the doctor to heal you."
Wei Lan: "..."
Don't want to explain.
On the second day, Wei Lan went to court. The whole court was discussing the case of Jiang Xiao being killed. The emperor was a little impatient, so he handed the case to Wei Lan. Wei Lan was also ready to accept this case. After accepting the case, she walked towards the corpse room.
The corpse is of little value, the Mixiang used to fascinate Jiang Xiao is the most common kind, and the knife used to chop him is also the most common kitchen knife. If it weren't for that flower, the murderer hadn't left any clues. And this flower was left on purpose by him. Who does he want to show to?
Wei Lan guessed, while listening to Jiang Xiao's subordinates tremblingly describe the scene on the day Jiang Xiao disappeared.
"Master Jiang was working at Dali Temple that day. Suddenly someone sent him a letter. After reading it, he hurriedly left, and then didn't come back..."
"Believe it?"
Ran Mo handed in the letter, Wei Lan put on her gloves and took out the letter.
This person is very cautious. The stationery used is the most common and cheapest paper in Shengjing. Starting from this paper is of no value. And there is nothing on it, only one thought.
Sigui, North, this is Jiang Xiao's secret with that person, so after that person sent Sigui, Jiang Xiao immediately went out.
The other party didn't mind someone discovering the connection between the two of them, and even he was expecting someone to discover the connection.
why?
Wei Lan couldn't help thinking, and then went to Jiang Mansion. The young and old in the Jiang mansion were crying. Wei Lan interrogated them one by one, and then said: "Have you ever been to the north?"
"Never." Mrs. Jiang cried: "My son is from Shengjing. I have never left Shengjing in my life. Master Wei asked, is there any clue?"
"So Master Jiang can know people related to the north?"
"This... is not very clear." Mrs. Jiang recalled: "In this Shengjing, there are always some officials who have inextricably linked relations with the north."
Mrs. Jiang was telling the truth, and Wei Lan couldn't help but feel a headache.
Seeing that she couldn't ask anything today, Wei Lan got up and just got on the carriage, she remembered to talk.
She felt a little irritable, and when she came into contact with these cases, she couldn't help thinking about the time when she was Dali Temple Secretary.
Wei Lan rubbed her temples and sat on the carriage and said, "Go to Ji's house."
"Ji Mansion?" Ran Mo was a little surprised, Wei Lan did not respond, and Ran Mo could only go to Ji Mansion again.
Ji Shao had been waiting in front of the house long ago, and when Wei Lan arrived, she couldn't help being a little surprised. Seeing Wei Lan's expression, Ji Shao laughed: "Yanlan bet me yesterday that you will come today, Alan. I didn't expect Yanlan to guess right, but you made an appointment with him?"
"No." Wei Lan smiled and turned to look at Yan Lan: "How did Master Yan guess that he is coming today?"
"Wei Shizi knows," Yan Lan smiled slightly, standing behind Ji Shao, looking like a pavilion repairing bamboo, handsome and clear: "The eyes of Shizi can speak."
Wei Lan was taken aback for a moment, as if she saw the person standing in front of her back then.
"Alan, your mind can never be hidden, your eyes can talk."
No one has said that for so many years, others have only said that Prime Minister Wei has a deep mind and is elusive.
Years later, I never thought I would hear this sentence again. Wei Lan laughed and shook her head, and entered the house with the two of them.
Yan Lan danced a sword dance for her as usual. It was Chunsheng, when the peach blossoms were just right, Wei Lan saw the peach blossoms flying around, and the people under the tree were spinning fast, the sword light brought a strong chill, beautiful and resolute.
She played the piano without speaking, and her heart was extremely quiet.
The three of them got drunk, and Ji Shao sent her away. Before leaving, Yan Lan sent him off. She was a little drunk. Before getting into the carriage, she looked back and looked at the smiling people in front of her. She couldn't help but say: "This time, what do you see in my eyes again?"
"Guilty."
Yan Languo broke his mouth: "The son must be so guilty of that person that he must do something to appease the restless self for a lifetime."
Wei Lan laughed.
"You really look like him."
She spoke hoarsely, and Yan Lan shook her head: "But I am not."
"Then you guess again," Wei Lan watched his face: "Tomorrow, will I come?"
"If there is no one to stop him," Yan Lan smiled and said, "Yan Lan cooks wine and waits."
Upon hearing this, Wei Lan couldn't help laughing.
She turned and got into the carriage. After getting drunk, she felt a little bored. She pulled away some clothes and leaned against the wall of the carriage, watching the ups and downs of the curtain.
As soon as the carriage arrived at the gate, it was stopped.
"Shizi," the voice dyed ink came from outside: "Master Xie invited Wei Shizi to go boating at night."
"According to him."
After dyeing ink, he left with that person.
When the man took the carriage to a remote place, Wei Lan and Ran Mo couldn't help but become vigilant. Wei Lan took her temper and held the small fan in their hands.
The carriage stopped, and the man respectfully said: "My son, my son is waiting for him by the river."
Dyeing ink rolled the car curtain, Wei Lan found that this place was actually a reed field. Wei Lan got off the carriage holding the folding fan, pulled away the reeds that were taller than a human, and then saw a small boat.
On the boat, a stunning woman stood at the stern with the oar in her hand. Wei Lan has seen many singers in Shengjing, but she has never seen such a beautiful woman, holding a boat oar, like a fairy in the moon palace.
On the bow, a man in Tsing Yi and white shirt stood in front. He put his hands behind his back, his clothes were loose, and a hosta held his hair casually, as if he was about to fall down at any time. He looked unruly and unruly, with a sense of madness and chicness.
He heard the sound, and slowly opened his eyes, his eyes seemed to be filled with galaxies, making people dazzled.
The woman was stunning just now, but when she compares it in front of this person, she seems to have fallen through.
He seemed to be coming by the wind, standing under the moonlight, and going away at any time.
"Alan," he stretched out his hand towards her and said gently: "Come."
On the other side, Cheng Chuchen of Dali Temple knelt on the ground, tremblingly watching the people walking in front of him.
"I was wrong... we were all wrong..."
"Leave us..."
"Let you go?" The man laughed softly: "Then who, let them go?"
"Heaven's reincarnation, retribution is unhappy. Chu Chen," the man sighed: "No one can run away. You owe me, and I will find them one by one!"
"This fairness, God won't give it to me, I will give it myself."
The author has something to say:
【small theater】
Xie Zichen: "Alan, are you not allowed?"
Wei Lan: "Go away."
Xie Zichen: "Alan, you really can't do it, you don't think you can harden it."
Wei Lan: "..."
She is hardened, this is the ghost! !
Xie Zichen: "No, I want to heal Alan!"
So Xie Zichen ordered the imperial physician to quietly diagnose Wei Lan's pulse.
Imperial doctor: "Wei Da's body is masculine, so he needs more impotence!"
Xie Zichen: "You can prescribe any medicine!"
So Wei Lan began to feel that the recent meals smelled like medicine.
After a while...
Lin Xia: "My son, why do you grow a beard?!!!"
Wei Lan: "..."
Xie Zichen: "Alan, you have finally grown a beard, but do you feel that you have a strong manhood and awe-inspiring?"
Wei Lan: "Go away!!!"