The night was dark and cool. Hua Jinglan sat on the big stone by the lake and threw the stones in his hand into the lake one by one. He looked at the ripples of faint light reflected in the dim light and became slightly distracted.
"A person with no life and no appearance..." She chewed these words playfully, looked up at the faint starlight in the sky, and smiled, no life and no appearance, of course no life and no appearance, she died a long time ago , it’s just that he came here by accident.
There were footsteps behind her, and she asked without looking back, "What do you want from me?"
Wen Ruyu paused, then walked to her side, leaning on another boulder. He looked at her for a while before turning to look at the lake. With a smile on his lips, he said: "The battle between the beast control clan and the beast clan for thousands of years, big and small. I have fought more than a hundred times with weapons, but this is the first time Loulan City has stopped fighting. I didn't believe in fate at first, but now I start to believe it."
He turned his head, looked at Hua Jinglan seriously, and said, "I also want to change something completely."
A sarcastic smile slowly emerged from the corners of Hua Jinglan's lips, "It's no use burning paper with me if you have something to worship God for."
She jumped down from the stone, gave him a cold look, and said, "Don't treat me as a life-saving straw just because that woman said a few words. Regardless of whether it's true or false, I won't help you."
Wen Ruyu quickly caught up with her and asked anxiously: "Why?"
"I do everything just because I want to, and everything else has nothing to do with me." Hua Jinglan glanced at him, turned and left.
Wen Ruyu stopped and looked at her back steadily.
When she returned to the carriage, Chun Yuyan was sitting on the table writing something with a pen. When she walked in, she suddenly raised her head and said, "Don't move!"
Hua Jinglan paused, maintained her posture and asked, "What are you doing?"
Chunyu Yan stared at her deeply for a while, then put the pen in his hand on the paper again. After a while, he finally opened his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Okay."
Hua Jinglan sat down next to him, her eyes jumped to the paper, and she was slightly shocked to see that it turned out to be a portrait of her in women's clothing.
"It seems that I have never been dressed like this before." She looked at the woman in the painting, with pink cheeks and affectionate eyes, standing under the plum tree, holding half of the plum blossoms with her long sleeves, and smiled lightly. .
Chun Yuyan put down the scroll and said, "I have dreamed about Lan'er dressing up as a daughter for me dozens of times in my dreams. I can't see it with my own eyes for the time being, so I can only draw pictures to comfort me."
Hua Jinglan pursed her lips and smiled, then paused and looked up at him again, "Aren't you worried about what Wei Yan said?"
Chun Yuyan raised her hand to trace her slender eyebrows and whispered: "Didn't Lan'er say that she would go against fate for me? Why should I worry?"
Hua Jinglan sighed in her heart and laughed secretly. She had been melancholy all night, but the person involved was as relaxed and relaxed as if nothing had happened.
Chun Yuyan held her waist, snuggled her into his arms, rested his chin on her forehead, and said: "We have to separate again when we return to Yecheng. There is not much time left, so why bother with these things? us."
Something flashed in Hua Jinglan's mind, and she blurted out: "Why don't I live in the palace!"
Chun Yuyan paused, then held her shoulders in surprise, looked into her eyes and said, "What did you just say?"
Hua Jinglan saw the smile in his eyes, and all the hesitation in her heart disappeared, and repeated: "I want to live in Prince Xiaoyao's Mansion."
"Haha!" Chun Yuyan pulled her into his arms, hugged her hard, and said happily: "Lan'er wants to show me how to wear women's clothes every day!"
Hua Jinglan pulled her face and said, "Don't push yourself too far!"
Chun Yuyan held her face and kissed her lips, staring deeply into her eyes and said, "Promise me, okay?"
Hua Jinglan's face felt hot, and she looked away uncomfortably. She couldn't blame her, it was because his eyes were too revealing!
"Lan'er..." Chun Yuyan chased her eyes.
Hua Jinglan hid here and there, and finally ran into his arms, held down his arms and said, "Stop making trouble..."
Before she finished speaking, her eyes blurred, and she was pushed down on the soft quilt. She raised her eyes and met Chun Yuyan's amber eyes.
"Chun Yu..." She called his name, and finally realized that her throat was unusually hoarse.
Chun Yuyan lowered her chest, her beautiful features tinged with anxiety, but as she approached her, she moved her forehead and leaned into her neck, took a deep breath and said, "Go to sleep!"
Hua Jinglan smiled slightly, put her arms around his waist, leaned sideways into his broad chest, and gently closed her eyes.
The two hugged each other until dawn.
*
All the way back to Yecheng, Hua Jinglan didn't expect to meet Sang Bugui unexpectedly.
Along the way, there are more and more rumors about him. Some say that he inherited his father's vicious character and is hard to change. Others say that this young man is cold-faced and warm-hearted, and he has helped many people along the way. However, there is one rumor that remains unchanged. He has challenged ten major sects in the martial arts world, and his attacks have resulted in serious injuries. Everyone in the major sects in the martial arts world is in danger.
Hearing this rumor that seemed to be true but not true, Hua Jinglan wanted to laugh. How could there be no injuries in a martial arts competition? Sang Bugui had not killed anyone so far, which showed that he was not here to seek revenge.
"If it were me, the hatred for killing my father would be irreconcilable, so I would definitely use blood to honor my ancestors." Izumo muttered while helping the boss pick up steamed buns at a roadside teahouse.
Jiao Yue stuffed a steamed bun into his mouth and glared at him, "Just do it and eat it. Where did all this nonsense come from!"
When Izumo turned around, he realized that another group of people from all walks of life had come to the small tea room, staring at him fiercely.
Izumo kept silent, obediently shrank back behind Hua Jinglan, and ate the steamed bun carefully.
"Boss, hurry up and cut three kilograms of beef!" A rough man slapped the table and shouted.
The boss was so busy that he was sweating profusely. He ordered the waiter to quickly cut the beef and send it to him, "Masters, please use it slowly!"
The rough and tumble people eat and drink in vulgar ways, foaming at the mouth, kicking on tables and stools, spilling drinks on the floor, speaking in local dialects, and shouting unscrupulously.
"He must be a gangster who got entangled somewhere!" Jiao Yue whispered, "I have never seen such a person before."
Naturally, these people couldn't get on the stage. Hua Jinglan looked away without comment, but heard a deep but clear voice saying: "Boss, make four steamed buns and a pound of beef."