Chapter 598

Holding the purple jade, I couldn't figure out why, why the strange girl appeared in my mind. Is it her illusion? Ning Lan combined the purple jade again. There were no other pictures in her mind. She couldn't help smiling and shaking her head. Maybe it's really her illusion. When she saw Yelv Hanming, she asked him where his purple jade came from.

Walking to the book case by the book wall, Ning Lan put the purple jade in her hand on the book case and began to look for her favorite book. After reading several books at random, Ning Lansheng sighed that if she hadn't seen them with her own eyes, she would never have thought that Yelv Hanming, a grumpy man, had hidden so many good books in his bedroom, some of which she had always wanted to read but couldn't find.

Just, I don't know whether he really read it carefully or just put it here.

Since she can't get out, she can only wait for Yelv Hanming to come. It's better to wait while reading. On such a thought, Ning Lan picked up two books she liked and sat down in front of the book case. Her original anxious mood gradually calmed down.

Time passed quietly hour after hour, and night came gradually. Xiao Tangzi, who went to the imperial study to deliver a message, looked around for several times and saw that Ning Lan was absorbed in reading. It was hard to disturb and stole some leisure.

An hour later, Han Ming, who was reviewing the memorial in the imperial study, didn't wait for Xiao Tangzi to appear again. He was a little lost in his heart. He looked at the door for a few times, and his mood gradually became low and impetuous.

How could she be so quiet? As before... It shouldn't be so quiet! Shouldn't something happen? I don't think so. If something really happens, XIAOTANGZI will report it.

She didn't know what she was doing in the sky Palace at the moment. Was she asleep? Looking out of the window, I didn't know when it was dark. Well, it's possible!

Hanming glanced at Gizo, who was holding the lamp, and asked, "what time is it?"

Giuseppe immediately reported to the king, "it's a quarter past eight."

"Is it Xushi?" Han Ming looked out of the window suspiciously, raised his big hand and rubbed the center of his tight eyebrows. He turned his eyes back and looked at the memorials piled into a hill. He reviewed a small part of them. He couldn't help sighing. He stretched his waist a little tired, took a cup of herbal tea, and asked, "has XIAOTANGZI ever been here?"