Chapter 686

In the south of the Forbidden City, to the north of Yongding River, there is a skyscraper called Yongding building, near Yongdingmen.

Visitors from the south, no matter who they are, can enter the Forbidden City only after they have registered at the Yongding gate. Otherwise, they will enter the Forbidden City illegally. Those who are light will be expelled and those who are serious will be killed.

On this morning, 1141 young women stood in front of the French windows on the highest floor of the 140 story Yongding building, overlooking the boundless land in the south.

This woman is about 25 years old. She is tall and light in green water and green skirt. She looks like a fairy in green clothes. A green silk plate is tied into a ball by two waist high streamers behind her head. Although the dress is simple, she looks smart and neat, without losing the beauty, and a bit elegant.

The woman is no other than LAN Ting, the master of the Wu altar.

After Wang Wengeng set off, she came here and had been waiting for a week. At the moment, a pair of autumn water eyes, the king's wish, was full of expectations.

At this time, an old man appeared, and Lanting immediately recovered his former indifference and asked, "what's Zhao Feiyan doing recently?"

The old man respectfully said: "Marshal Zhao lived in Yuanmingyuan after he entered Beijing. He never left. He only met Zhao Fengxiang once. In addition, he didn't contact anyone else. It seems that he forgot your one-year appointment with miss."

"These days, when the sun family heard this, Lanting frowned.

Her engagement to Zhao Fengxiang has caused a fight between Zhao Fengxiang and Zhao Feiyan. Both of them are defeated. The Zhao family will surely be greatly weakened. This seems to be a very good plan.

In order to protect themselves, Zhao's family and the other two holding families were not in a good position. Finally, they turned to the LAN family for self-protection.

LAN family easily get Zhao's support, strength greatly increased, the probability of brother LAN Mingchen's upper position increased by at least 30%.

On the surface, as long as she makes a certain degree of reputation sacrifice, she can win over a strong Zhao family support for the family, which is very cost-effective.

However, she was reluctant.

"If the little man knew that I was such a vicious schemer, would he think I was a vicious woman and keep a distance from me?"

Thinking of his only friend, Lanting was inexplicably depressed.

At the end of the south, Lanting asked in a deep voice, "Wang Wengeng of Xiandao League has gone to Jinling for the seventh day. Hasn't the saint's husband come yet?"

The old man respectfully said: "the saint's husband has no news for the time being, but the little old man is curious, why does the young lady wait for that man?"

LAN Ting said in a cold voice, "I'm not waiting for him, but waiting for the saint."

The old man was slightly stunned. She had been with Miss for many years. It seemed that this was the first time that Miss made such a low-level mistake.

At this time, a big bird cut through the sky and appeared in the sight of Orchid Pavilion.

That's a snow hawk demon king.

"Snow Eagle demon king, Wang Wengeng's Mount?"

Lanting's voice trembled slightly, and the gloom in a pair of water eyes disappeared instantly and was replaced by a joy.

But at the next moment, her face sank again, because there was no one behind the snow Eagle demon king. She came back alone, even Wang Wengeng did not come back.

The little white face didn't come.

"Yes, it's Professor Wang Wengeng's mount." The old man said in a deep voice.

"Can something happen on the way?" Lanting's voice sank.

The old man shook his head: "the snow hawk demon king did not look frightened, nor was he injured. It seems that he did not encounter a battle. It may be that there were other accidents."

"Calculate the time, the saint should come today, but I'm afraid of the old man..."

LAN Ting coldly said: "it's OK to say it directly."

The old man said in a deep voice: "Jinling, who went to Jinling last time, died in Jinling in autumn. Wu Pingfeng also went to Jinling and died as a result."

"I'm afraid that Professor Wang Wengeng is also in danger..."

Lanting water eyes slightly pale: "do you mean that the saint did not intend to come to the Forbidden City?"

The old man nodded.

Lanting was silent.

Isn't that little man coming?

I didn't expect that she had been waiting for seven days for this result.

The old man sighed and said, "if there is no saint's support, the young lady is afraid that she will not be able to persuade the old man. She will still have to get engaged. Therefore, she'd better prepare herself as soon as possible."

Lanting closed his eyes, the voice with a trace of desolation: "Mr. Zheng, you go back first, tell grandfather, I will go back before sunset."

Zheng nodded, then stepped on the flying sword and disappeared into the sky.

Clang.

Zheng Lao had just left, and she smashed the teacup in her hand with one hand.

"What about the triple cultivation of Jindan?"

"What about the master of the Wu altar?"

"What about the number one legend?"

"What about the first day's proud daughter, the chief of the family?"

"What about the gold of the family holding the state?"

"Lanting, you always thought that as long as you are strong enough, the family will not force you, but you are wrong, you are wrong.""No matter how strong you are, you can't beat the family."

Lanting looked up at the sky, but tears with various complex emotions still gushed out.

She hates Zhao Fengxiang.

She doesn't want to get engaged, even if she won't marry Zhao Fengxiang in the end.

However, she still did not give up, she continued to wait.

She believed that the man would come to know from Wang Wengeng that she was going to be engaged.

Between fingers, a day passed, sunset came.

The little man still did not appear, watching the sun gradually disappear, the source of Yongding River, her heart gradually turned to ashes.

"Won't he come?"

Put up the disappointment in her heart, her face quickly returned to the usual indifference, left with the setting sun, and sent a message.

"The ninth day of the ninth month of the Yellow calendar, the Double Ninth Festival, is the night of the year. I am waiting for you at the top of the Forbidden City."

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