Sheng Lin is enchanting, while Lu Yilan pretends to be Gao Leng.
Both of them looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.
Two hundred days have not seen the strong missing, and some estrangement, in this night, melt.
The evening wind blows quietly. Sheng Lin takes Lu Yilan's hand and walks quietly on the long street.
"You shouldn't have come to the capital."
"Well?" Lu Yilan listened, side head, "why?"
"Because..." Sheng Lin thought of the current situation and said, "it's too dangerous here."
"Because of this?" Lu Yilan laughs heartlessly. When they say goodbye, she stands on the steps and looks at Sheng Lin. "I'm not an ignorant woman. Of course I know it's dangerous here."
"I'll come when you're here."
Lu Yilan is in pingxu, but Sheng Lin's heart is flying quietly.
He stares at her and says, "I understand."
"It's windy at night. Go in quickly."
Lu Yilan looks back at Sheng Lin, and then slowly walks into the mansion. The man stands at the door, watching her graceful shadow disappear, his heart twitching.
Sheng Lin stood at the door for a long time, thinking of a lot of things.
Here she comes.
He has to get rid of all this mess quickly and neatly.
Lu Yilan has developed rapidly in the capital. Although the sword casting technique has been handed down from generation to generation, but
Many skills are interlinked.
When it wasn't very popular in the world, some people in cangjian villa changed from casting swords to making beautiful jewelry. This time, Lu Yilan came to the capital and opened an accessory shop called the first floor.
At the end of spring, the weather is slightly drunk. Sheng Lin and Zheng Yan are having a drink on the opposite side of the first floor. By the way, they discuss the current situation.
When the dishes are ready and the second child leaves, Sheng Lin suddenly stands up with a wine glass. "Your Highness, in the past few months, the situation in the palace has changed again."
"The prime minister has been talked about by the minister. We may not be able to hold on to the king of Pingxi. The Minister of arms is the relative of the crown princess. We don't understand, but the son of the Minister of arms..."
Sheng Lin went on one by one. He spoke slowly and quietly. It was inexplicably appropriate for him to say things about the court from his mouth.
Thirsty, sipping tea to continue, and quite instructive Jiangshan flavor.
"Your Highness, in the near future, we need to win over the feudal lords first, first..."
"Wait a minute." Zheng Yan immediately raised his hand and said, "ah Lin, you seem to be in a hurry recently! How do you do everything as if it's hot and windy? "
Sheng Lin was stunned, and Zheng Yan said, "you didn't use to be like this before. You used to say that you are planning strategies. How come you have been flustered recently?"
"No The box is quiet for a while, Sheng Lin way, "although urgent, but all calculate good, how can panic."
What do you think of? Sheng Lin said, "besides, your highness can sit in that position quickly and achieve his wish to marry the girl, right?"
"Yes Zheng Yan seemed to have no intention of laughing, but he was not polite at all. "I want to be quick. I want to marry the girl. What about you?"
"It's so fierce, isn't it Want to marry your beauty? "
Zheng Yan just joked, but did not expect that this man, who had been unable to reach the end since he was nine years old, blushed.
He is dumb, "can't I guess right?"
"Yes." Sheng Lin slowly moved to the window, "Your Highness, my beauty, to the capital."