C9

Although it was only one word, the voice of the person who spoke was like a sharp sword that directly struck at Xiao Lan's soul.

Her voice was deep, melodious, and melodious. This kind of voice was exactly the same as the man in her dreams yesterday!

Will you...

Would his appearance be the same …

Xiao Lan lowered his eyes as he rapidly rotated his body. The hand he placed on top of his head was slowly digging into the tough limestone road.

Finally, Xiao Lan couldn't hold back any longer and slowly raised his head.

While Xiao Lan was still in a daze, the Eastern Emperor, Xuanyuan Hongxi, had already led everyone into the manor.

Just as Xiao Lan lifted her head halfway, a pair of golden boots with a dragon embroidered on it slowly walked before her eyes.

At that instant, Xiao Lan was rooted to the spot as if she was struck by lightning. Her entire body was stiff like a stone, and her head was naturally fixed in place, unable to lift up.

How could it be, how could it be!

A dream was always a dream, so how could it be completely compatible with reality? It could be said that seeing a dream every day could still be said to be reasonable, but she had never seen that man before, had never heard that voice, and naturally had never seen that pair of dragon boots either.

It was all a dream, all a dream!

Xiao Lan, who was as stiff as a stone, didn't care about the others and abruptly raised his head. His sharp gaze directly shot toward the man in dragon gold boots.

The surrounding people all sucked in a breath of cold air after noticing Xiao Lan's actions.

Who was this!? Was he courting death? The emperor actually dared to raise his head and do such an outrageous thing before the emperor!

Everyone held their auras in fear and waited for Xuanyuan Hongxi's order to execute Xiao Lan on the spot.

However, Xuanyuan Hongxi did not see Xiao Lan's impolite actions. At this time, the Eastern Han Emperor's eyes were filled with the glory of his meritorious general, and he was currently chatting and joking with him.

When Xiao Lan raised her head, she was also a step too late. She didn't see the face of the person she wanted to see, she only saw the slender back of the man and the sleeves of his red and white robe fluttering in the wind.

Xiao Lan almost forgot to breathe. Was it him? Even the clothes were so similar.

At this moment, Xiao Lan had too many questions and too many questions. The source of all of her confusion was that man.

The emperor led the crowd further and further away. Everyone stood up one after the other, except for Xiao Lan, who was still kneeling on the ground with a dazed expression on his face. His knees were firm and his upper body was perfectly straight.

After the Emperor's Xuanyuan Hongxi had completely disappeared from sight, a servant girl quickly walked in front of Xiao Lan and reproached with a face full of malice, "Which academy are you a servant of? Have you gone mad? "When I turn around, I'll tell Madam that even if the emperor forgives you, I'll still let Madam teach you a ruthless lesson!"

"That's right, that's right!"

"…"

The surrounding people chimed in.

Xiao Lan turned a deaf ear. At this moment, her eyes were filled with the white cloaked figure that had just left.

She wanted to find out if he was the man in her dreams, the man in the coffin!

Xiao Lan, who was kneeling on the ground, abruptly stood up and directly pushed the person in front of her away, then quickly walked towards the main hall.

The little girl, who had been pushed by Xiao Lan, involuntarily tilted her body. It was fortunate that the surrounding people had supported her in time and she did not fall down.

The little girl was immediately enraged and screamed, "Sigh!" This is too much. Just which academy are you from? "

Xiao Lan's figure had long since vanished without a trace.

All along the way, Xiao Lan's mind was a mess. The matter of transmigrating wasn't as simple as just a Profound Spirit Pearl. It seemed like there was another reason!

The banquet was naturally arranged in the spacious and bright main hall of the Hou Mansion. The Eastern Han Emperor, Xuanyuan Hongxi, sat on the main seat with a gentle expression on his face.

Everyone was happy. After all, they had won the battle and everyone was happy in their hearts.

As the candles lit up, all sorts of dancers entered from both sides of the side door, and the sound of silk and bamboo was heard from all around the hall. For a moment, the beautiful scene of a bright morning, the beautiful women under the candles, and the beautiful notes of a beautiful melody, formed a captivating scene.

After Xiao Lan stood alone on a pine tree, she had already stood beside the tree for two hours. During this time, she had thought of countless ways to enter the main hall, but none of them were feasible.

Every servant that entered the main hall was being inspected by the imperial guards. Suspicions, busybodies, and even servants that did something important and entered the main hall would be dragged to the corner of the wall by the imperial guards without any hesitation to be executed.

Therefore, even in the bustling Imperial Feast, no one dared to be too impudent. Everyone was conscientious and did what they should have done when they said what should have been said.

Xiao Lan didn't have any reason to enter the main hall, so she could only wait, quietly, slowly, for a suitable opportunity, or for the man in white robes, red satin, and golden dragon boots to come out on his own.

Suddenly, a group of women walked over from afar, each of them holding onto a lunchbox steadily. It turned out that it was time to change dishes.

Xiao Lan, who was behind the pine and cypress tree, narrowed her eyes as she looked at the group of females that were slowly entering the main hall.

When the group of women once again entered the main hall, the last person had already become Xiao Lan.

The group had just entered the main hall just in time to catch up with the two young ladies from the Hou Mansion. They were forced to stop by the two sides of the door.

The two daughters of Hou Mansion were none other than Wei Menghan and Wei Yaru. This was the first time the two sisters had performed in front of the emperor and all the officials. They couldn't help but feel nervous, but in the end, they were more excited.

She had always been gentle, quiet, and beautiful, and there was no need to say anything more. On the other hand, she had always been very smart. She took her time with her and carefully moved along with her.

Xiao Lan casually cast a glance at her. It seemed that this Wei Yaru was also an intelligent person. She didn't seem like a fool who relied on her personality to keep to her surroundings.

The music started dancing, and the two sisters' pleated skirts swirled in a charming arc in the middle of the hall.

It had to be said that the two of them danced extremely well. At least, Xiao Lan could see that the Emperor, dressed in a bright dragon robe, was already fully focused on the two of them.

Xiao Lan's brows slightly moved. Presumably, this young and handsome Emperor would very quickly add a coquettish concubine.

After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, the sound of the silk bamboo slowly stopped. The two sisters had finished their dance. The emperor was not stingy with his praise, and he was especially appreciative of her.

Marquis Wei Ze's expression was calm, but his wife, Lady Yan, was already laughing so hard that her eyes could no longer be seen. Listening to Xuanyuan Hongxi praise the two sisters one after another, she was on the verge of flying off.

At this moment, someone from the female team, who was dragging food by her side, reminded them in a low voice, "Ladies, you can serve the dishes now."

The people at the front of the group followed his instructions and started to move forward.