Chapter 738

When LAN Yuying went out of Su qianle's side hall and returned to Xianyu palace, she saw a lazy man leaning on the couch under the window of the hall.

Ziluo retreated automatically. The man's voice with a unique low magnetism slowly opened his mouth: "Why are you interested in seeing Su qianle today?"

LAN Yuying went forward, smelled the smell of his wine, raised her hand and poured him a cup of tea: "after a long time, I thought the past was a dream. When I saw her, I could remind myself that those were real."

The moon wind pulls three slender white fingers holding tea cups. Between the thumb, index finger and middle finger, the color of secret color porcelain is green and dripping, as cool as jade: "do you hate me?"

Blue feather cherry lowered her eyes and stood silently by the window.

Out of the window, I caught a glimpse of Koizumi, piled up several snow-white mountains and stones, and planted a large number of rare green plants. There was a kind of exquisite poetry. A gust of night wind hit, making the grass and trees rustle and the spring water tinkle.

Blue feather cherry's cage smoke eyebrows seem to be frowning but not frowning, and a pair of peach blossom eyes seem to be hurt but not hurt. After a long time, she whispered, "I won't."

On the face of the moon wind, there was only a trace of fluctuation, as if the spring water swept by the breeze, and then returned to calm: "you just can't, but you don't hate."

Lanyuying raised her eyes and looked at the undulating branches in the wind outside the window. She didn't speak because she couldn't refute.

If it hadn't been for that day, Yuefeng went to the palace of tranquility and told her everything. At the moment, she is still in the palace of tranquility, making incense every day and feeling beautiful.

Waiting for early summer to pick her out of the palace, waiting for Xu Wenlan to carry her into the house.

All this was destroyed by the moon wind, so that she had no resentment in her heart. How can she do it calmly.

There was a moment of silence in the hall. LAN Yuying glanced at him and saw his eyes faint and deep.

He seemed to be looking at her, but he didn't seem to be looking at her. He was looking at something distant and illusory.

Or maybe, just looking at something close but afraid to touch.

Lanyuying already knew that her face was very similar to her mother's. she was afraid that yuefengwan would fall into some kind of memory again. She pursed her lips and asked softly, "has your mother's coffin been opened?"

Yuefeng slowly shook his head, but suddenly raised his hand and extended it to Lanyu Ying's face.

Lanyuying instinctively wanted to step back. Seeing a trace of imperceptible loss in his eyes, she suddenly softened her heart and stopped her step. She even turned her face slightly forward and stuck it in his palm.

Yuefeng gently rubbed her cheek, with a trace of sadness in his soft tone: "I thought I hated this face, but I don't know why I saw you, but I didn't hate you as much as I imagined."

He repressed the inexplicable warmth in his heart, dropped his hand, and suddenly stopped his words. He even had a trace of regret and brought her back to the western regions.

Lanyuying didn't know what he had experienced in his childhood, but she also heard Zhang Huang and struggle in his tone.

No wonder he looked at her strangely every time on his way back to the western regions from the state of Xiao, and his attitude towards her was sometimes cold and hot.

Mingming is very attentive to her daily life, but he seldom comes to see her.

LAN Yuying stretched out her hands and held the hand pulled down by the moon wind in her palm. She asked tentatively, "my mother... Is she not good to you?"

The hand in the palm suddenly became stiff, and the breath around him became indifferent and alienated.

LAN Yuying tightened up again and said, "I've come back with you. Our brothers and sisters will live well in the western regions in the future. Don't do anything else?"

"You should have a rest earlier." Yuefeng's voice was cold and pulled her hand out of her palm.

LAN Yuying asked him, "are you waiting for ah Chu to come?"

Yuefeng paused at his pace and gently shook his head: "no... she has come."

Lanyu Ying's palm is empty and becomes empty. Just like her heart at the moment, it is also empty and powerless.

Ah Chu is here?

Is it to seek his revenge or to seek his own revenge

Or both.

She slumped down on the window and covered her face with her hands.

The waning moon has fallen and the stars are in the sky.

The courtyard of Xianyu palace is full of flowers and luxuriant vegetation in the miasma in the dense forest.

At the beginning of summer, he didn't sleep well, not because the hammock under him was not comfortable enough, but the closer he was to the Western Palace, the more uneasy he became.

When the clouds were all over the sky in the East, he had jumped gently from the hammock. Although his action was light, he still woke up Bian Ding, who was already particularly vigilant.

Dian Dian has already jumped down from the tree. He is not too worried at the beginning of summer. This little thing is far more sensitive to poisons than him.

Seeing that he got up, he jumped down and began to tidy up the ropes tied to the tree.

At the beginning of summer, he threw his robe back to him. When he cleaned it up, he looked at the East with stunned eyes at the sunrise.

Some of the colors are pink, very rich, like a bunch of cherry blossoms in the spring breeze.

When he was ready to pack up, he chewed dry food and followed him on his way.

At the beginning of summer, he stood a little on his shoulder. When he passed by, he divided half of the fruit he picked with his hand and gave it to him. One person and one fox ate it with great energy. He couldn't help looking at the dry choking cake in his hand. He felt it difficult to swallow in an instant, and stretched out his hand to the beginning of summer with a flattering smile.

At the beginning of summer, he glanced at him and gave him some fruits.

Bian Ding picked up a fresh fortress and found that there were several insect eyes on the fruit. He frowned and muttered, "young master, you can't give me all those with insect eyes."

At the beginning of summer, he turned his mouth and opened the rest in his hand. He looked at it with a fixed probe. He saw that the only few left in his hand were also full of insect eyes. He looked around at the trees covered with fruit and purred: "your luck is too bad. There are so many good fruits."

At the beginning of summer, looking at him eager to try and ready to show his skills, he hissed and said coolly, "those with insect eyes are not poisonous. You can try the rest."

Bian Dingqu's leg ready to jump up immediately straightened up when he heard the speech, smiled twice, then threw a fruit with insect eyes and chewed it sweetly in his mouth.

The sun rises gradually in early spring, shining on the lush trees in the dense forest, and the initial leaves are as green as jasper. In early summer, I walked in the shade with Bian Ding one after another.

Although it is the cold weather in late February, there is also a hint of sultry under the non-stop galloping and occasional jumping.

Last year's wild grass is still all over the forest. This year's new grass is only two or three inches long, with mottled green mixed with withered yellow. When the wind blows, it changes slowly from gray yellow to light green.

Although the dense forest is full of poisonous weeds, there are rare miraculous drugs everywhere.

At the beginning of summer, while on the way, I didn't forget to pick flowers and break grass, and filled the small package on the messenger.

On the contrary, Bian Ding didn't have his pleasant interest. Timidly, he finally came to a waterfall and finally got a little rest.

He looked at a huge and gorgeous flower beside the pond and couldn't help but stretch out his hand. A cry of surprise came in his ear.

"Don't touch!"