Chapter 384

Name：Love Scourge Nirvana Robbery: A Thousand Lives of Love Author：lan ya
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Xiao Mou Yi thought for a moment and said coldly, "it seems that we can only find the killer from her! Since the assassin's purpose is for her, find him from her!"

Xiao Jing gently pulled the corners of her mouth and nodded.

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As soon as shang'er saw Ning Lan, his sad face immediately stretched out: "princess, you can come back! The king and Princess Yi came earlier. The king knew that you were not in the cold palace... Princess, your face, maidservant, go and prepare ice."

Just as shang'er was about to turn around, she caught a glimpse of Ning Lan's clothes, which had been wet by the rain. Then she said in a hurry, "princess, your clothes are wet. My maid will go to prepare bath Soup for you."

Ning Lan frowned faintly, looked at shang'er, and asked wearily, "it's no problem. How's luo'er's injury?"

Shang'er replied, "princess, luo'er's injury has been much better. Today, luo'er can get out of bed!"

After listening to this, Ning Lan breathed a sigh of relief: "en!"

Huajing came out of the inner hall and said calmly, "princess, your clothes are ready. Let you undress when you are a slave!"

Ning Lan didn't say anything. He just took a faint look at the flower scene. Shang'er, who had hurried out, walked into the inner hall silently. After changing her clothes, Ning Lan did it in front of the bronze mirror, twisting her wet hair, stunned and distracted.

Has he come yet? Is he the familiar figure today?

All the way to the fake pear palace, but there was no trace. Did she have an illusion? I'm afraid it's an illusion! If he really came, how could he not show up to see her?

I don't know how the mother imperial concubine is now. In the twinkling of an eye, every day passes in her fingertips. What should I do in the future?

How long is life?

Huajing went to Ning Lan's side and saw Ning Lan looking at the bronze mirror absently. She couldn't help calling softly, "princess, the maid brought the ice."

Ning Lan took the ice in Huajing's hand, and her whole body trembled gently. The cool air of the ice was transferred from Ning Lan's palm to Ning Lan's heart. Staring at the mirror, her red cheeks and blood red tooth marks at the clavicle. At the moment, her heart was colder than the cold ice in her hand.