Time flies. It's time for dinner when Ning Lan talks with his staff. Ning Lan orders yun'er to prepare dinner. After dinner, the staff gets up and leaves the palace. Ning Lan heard a lot about Yelv Hanming from his staff. The Yelv Hamming in the staff's mouth was a Yelv Hamming she didn't know at all. It was different from the Yelv Hamming in her mind, but much more complete than that in her mind.
Yelv Hamming, her husband? Ning Lan, who is a little drunk, holds half a purple jade in her hand, walks to the kapok tree in the yard and sits on the swing shelf, with a faint smile on her lips.
She hasn't been so happy for a long time.
The white face is red because it is too drunk.
The cool wind blew across my face and it was cool.
A curved moon in the sky is covered with a layer of light yarn, but the stars blink their big glasses lively. At night, there is a bit of drunkenness in peace.
"Princess, I'll get you a cloak."
Yun'er saw that Ning Lan was in a better mood and had no plan to go back to the bedroom. Then he turned and walked to the bedroom.
After a while, a sound of footsteps gradually approached. I felt someone put on a cloak for her, and the corners of her lips raised slightly. Ning Lan did not look back, but still looked up at the sky: "yun'er, there are many stars in the sky. I heard that after people die, they will become stars in the sky, and they will continue to protect the people they want to protect... Do you think the mother imperial concubine will look at me in the sky? Which one will be the mother imperial concubine?"
For a long time, I didn't hear the answer from the descendants. Ning Lan continued to say to herself, "yun'er, do you want to go back?"
Ning Lan's words fell for a while, but she didn't hear yun'er's answer. She looked behind her suspiciously, blinked her eyes, frowned, and muttered, "this palace must be drunk. Yun'er has a hibiscus face. How can it become Yelu Hanming's face in debt... This palace must be dazzled..."
Ning Lan couldn't help but loosen her hand holding Qianqiu rope, rubbed her eyes, looked again, and her eyebrows locked deeper: "it's strange, how can yun'er grow like Yelv Hanming? Drunk... Must be drunk..."
Han Ming smiled at Ning Lan and said, "you are so drunk that you can't even see the debt owed face of King gu!"
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