Yan Lan danced with a good sword, and all gestures and movements were exactly the same as in memory. Wei Lan watched quietly and plucked the strings, feeling as if she had returned to many years ago.
The first time he cooperated, Yan Lan felt that this person seemed to have partnered with him many times. Every movement, every turn of his body, she could catch up just right and give the most suitable note.
Wei Lan looked at the person in front of her, and suddenly felt a little sad.
After a dance, Wei Lan handed the piano to Ji Shao, feeling a little bit emotional: "Mr. Yan's dancing posture is really amazing. It's rare to hear it in the world. Today, Wei Lan thanked you."
"Where," Ji Shao said politely, "Alan's piano sound is what makes people miss it. I hope Alan will come here a few more times in the future."
Wei Lan smiled, said a few words to Ji Shao, looked at the sky, Wei Lan got up and said: "There are other official duties to be done, so Ah Lan will leave first."
"Alan, go slowly." They always leave as soon as they say they want to leave, and there is no such thing as keeping anyone. Ji Shao glanced at Yan Lan, and Yan Lan took the initiative to see Wei Lan off. Seeing Yan Lan following up, Wei Lan suddenly wanted to talk to him a little more, wanted to ask him if he was doing well, and wanted to ask him if he knew there was a place called Daliang.
But she couldn't ask such blatant questions, so she could only slow down and chat with Yan Lan: "Did Mr. Yan learn the piano and dance since childhood?"
"yes."
Yan Lan spoke indifferently, Wei Lan nodded: "How long have you been studying, my lord?"
"Fourteen years."
"Fourteen years... Mr. Yan looks like he is only in his early twenties now?"
"It happens to be Double Eleven."
"Double Eleven..." Wei Lan murmured, remembering that when she went to bury his bones in the ancestral grave of the woman he liked, he was also on Double Eleven.
She shifted her eyes to Yan Lan's face, and said slowly: "Master Yan must be from a family of music, right?"
"Not at all." Yan Lan said calmly, "I don't have these elegant things at home. When I was seven years old, I was sold to the Nanfeng Museum, and the boss hired Master to teach me."
Wei Lan was silent for a moment, she looked at the appearance of the person in front of her who was neither humble nor overbearing, and recalled the appearance and temperament of that person.
A person who came out of the Nanfeng Pavilion actually had the bearing of the No. 1 noble son of Daliang.
Wei Lan couldn't help laughing, and finally she couldn't help asking: "Yan Lan, do you think people have a previous life?"
Yan Lan was stunned for a moment, and then heard her say: "Sometimes I always dream, dreaming that I live in a country called Daliang, called Wei Lan."
Yan Lan's eyes were a little confused, as if he didn't understand why Wei Lan suddenly mentioned this to him. Looking at his expression, Wei Lan understood that he didn't know anything.
How can there be so many coincidences and miracles in this world
When Wei Lan asked, she felt regretful. Don't ask, but there is always a little concern in my heart, thinking, is it possible
Asked, but also destroyed that point of hope.
She sighed, waved her hands, turned and got into the carriage. Yan Lan quietly watched the man leave, and couldn't help laughing, this Wei Shizi probably recognized him as someone.
Wei Lan sat in the carriage and walked back to the mansion slowly.
After entering the door, I heard chattering chatter in the room. Wei Lan walked into the lobby and found that it was Lin Xia who was telling the story. The whole family listened with great interest. Wei Lan smiled and sat quietly on the side, Listening to Lin Xia's vivid voice: "I was standing there from a distance, and I saw a sack with blood all over it. I guessed that the man must have been beaten to death in the pocket. As a result, I walked over, I saw Wu Zuo throwing up on the side, and I knew something was wrong. I wanted to leave..." Lin Xia paused, took a sip of tea, and Wei Shao urged anxiously, "And then?"
"Cough," Lin Xiaqing coughed, then with a dignified expression, he continued: "In the end, Xie Cheng, Shaoqing of Dali Temple, stopped me and said it all, let me have a look. I thought in my heart, you don't lose your guts, I am the number one doctor in Lin Xiatai Hospital, still afraid of a corpse? So I pretended to be brave and went up, and when the pocket was opened, I got a big hole!"
Lin Xia seemed to have some extremely bad memories, so he raised his voice: "Where is the corpse? It was chopped into pieces and put inside. Only one head was fine, and it was covered with blood in small characters. Guess what? What is it?"
When Wei Lan heard this, she knew that although Lin Xia was joking, she was indeed talking about a big case. She couldn't help but look serious, and said coldly: "What did you write?"
As soon as they heard her voice, the whole family jumped in fright and turned around in panic. The old lady was so frightened that she almost didn't come back, pointed at Wei Lan and tremblingly said: "You you you..."
"Grandma," Wei Lan softened her expression, stepped forward and said, "I'm back, don't be scared."
"Alan, you're really scary!" Wei Hua patted his chest with lingering fear, the padded chest was magnificent, and his hands were attached to it, which made Wei Lan feel a little bit jealous.
"Your breasts are too big," she reminded him, "it's not real."
"It's so beautiful." Wei Hua didn't understand, then glanced at her, and said with contempt on his face, "Do you want to be like you?"
Wei Lan: "..."
Forget it, she's still in charge of the case. So she turned her head, looked at Lin Xia and said, "What did you write?"
"The reincarnation of the heavens, the retribution is not good."
Lin Xia knew that Wei Lan wanted to take care of business, so she answered her seriously. Wei Lan frowned, and said to Lin Xia, "Follow me."
The whole family was quiet, Lin Xia followed Wei Lan back to the study, and when the two left, the whole family started chattering again.
"Who are you talking about Jiang Xiao committing crimes?" The old lady Wei was full of curiosity, and Wei Shao sneered: "Those from Dali Temple have a lot of unjust, false and wrong cases in their hands."
"Stop talking nonsense." Mrs. Wei gave him a blank look, and Wei Shao became anxious: "Am I talking nonsense? Back then..."
Before he finished speaking, Wei Shao seemed to suddenly think of something again, held his voice, and muttered without saying anything: "Anyway, they just have problems."
Lin Xia followed into the study, and Wei Lan glanced at the books in the study, pointed to the copy next to her and said, "Sit down."
Lin Xia sat down respectfully, Wei Lan took the main seat, tapped the table with her fan and said, "Speak."
"The one who died was Zheng Jiangxiao of Dali Temple. He was found by the moat this morning. I saw it with Zuo Zuo. He died for about three days. Except for the head, the rest of the body was cut into pieces. According to the results of the autopsy From the looks of it, it was first drugged with anesthesia and then treated as minced meat with the most common kitchen knife.”
After hearing this, Wei Lan frowned, but said: "Why are you a member of the imperial medical office doing what you did?"
Lin Xia smiled embarrassedly: "Before, I helped Dali Temple to solve a case where a palace maid was tortured and killed. Thanks to the love of Dali Temple Shaoqing..."
Upon hearing this, Wei Lan understood, she glanced at Lin Xia, and said calmly: "Seldom get involved in the affairs of the palace, you have too little mind."
"I know, I know," Lin Xia shrank her head quickly: "I just let it go."
"Let's go smoothly when it's time to go."
Wei Lan gave an order, asked about the details of the case, and then began to think about it. Lin Xia looked at her words and saw that Wei Lan was lost in thought, and said cautiously: "Then son, I'm leaving?"
Wei Lan waved her hand, Lin Xia got up to leave, and took two steps, Wei Lan suddenly remembered something: "Lin Xia."
"Huh?" Lin Xia turned her head, Wei Lan frowned, but asked, "Do you think people have past lives?"
"Past life?" Lin Xia was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help laughing: "Shouldn't our previous life be counted as our previous life?"
"It's true... indeed..."
Wei Lan spoke slowly, Lin Xia thought for a while, then folded back, knelt and sat opposite Wei Lan, and said seriously: "What troubles have your son encountered?"
"I met a person." Wei Lan said truthfully: "His name, appearance, temperament, and things he is good at are all similar to an old man in my previous life. However, he does not seem to be like you and me."
Lin Xia listened to Wei Lan's words, thought for a while and said: "Actually, in my world, there is a theory. There are many you in this world, and they were born in different worlds, but his name, his Personality, something that belongs to him in his bones, is actually a person. We call it parallel time and space... "
Speaking of this, Lin Xia felt that what he said seemed too complicated, and he hesitated: "Maybe the prince understands what I'm talking about?"
"Understood." How smart Wei Lan was, she immediately understood Lin Xia's meaning, nodded and said, "You mean, he is my old friend from this world."
"The son is smart." Lin Xia nodded, looked at Wei Lan's expression, and guessed: "Is there any entanglement between the son and the old man?"
Wei Lan didn't say anything, Lin Xia thought that Wei Lan didn't intend to say anything, so she resigned. After Lin Xia left, Wei Lan finally spoke.
"I owe him my life."
I owe him the life of Yan's family.
If she had been more resolute back then, had not been so timid and timid, and had been a little more courageous as she did later, perhaps the Yan family would not have been able to make it to that step.
But she was too young then.
Wei Lan, the youngest minister of Dali Temple back then, was actually just a poor wretch under the imperial power.
Wei Lan sighed, took the official document from the desktop, and began to review it.
Halfway through the approval, Ran Mo sent it in with a booklet, looked at Wei Lan and said, "Your Majesty, this was handed over from Xie Yushi, saying that this case is not under his control and will be handed over to you."
"Bring it here." Wei Lan lowered her head to look at the booklet, while raising her hand to catch the ink-stained booklet. Ran Mo handed the folder to Wei Lan, Wei Lan glanced at it casually, and then stopped, this is the case of Zheng Jiang Xiao in Dali Temple today. The description in it is similar to what Lin Xia said, but the only difference is that there is one more detail. From that pocket, I found a painting. That painting is a flower. No one has seen this flower in the south. The flower is quilt. The blood was stained red, and the person who wrote the notebook asked someone to copy the appearance of the flower and put it in the notebook.
Others couldn't recognize what kind of flower it was, but Wei Lan knew it clearly.
This is the flower of the Northland, which blooms in autumn. If they go to battle in autumn, their family members will let them take such a flower to the battlefield before going to battle.
This kind of flower is called Sigui.
Seeing Sigui Weilan, she understood that this matter was not Jiang Xiao's business alone. A person who came all the way from the north to kill Dali Sizheng was still such a cruel method. How could a Dali Sizheng be so resentful
So Wei Lan quickly finished reading the case, and immediately ordered someone to check Jiang Xiao's background. At the same time, someone sent a letter to the officials overnight, calling Jiang Xiao's employment history.
After doing all this, Wei Lan looked down at the imitated flower.
This flower is painted lifelike, but after all, it is somewhat different from the flowers in the Northland. The Sigui in the Northland has always been through wind and frost, and it blooms more unrestrainedly, but the flowers on it are more like exquisitely cultivated flowers. The flowers that come out are not full of vitality and have not been cold.
Wei Lan guessed that this person had probably never been to the north. The Sigui he saw was probably raised in a family in the south. In the south, the families who meet in the south usually migrate from the north.
"Ranmo, tell someone to go to the flower shop," Wei Lan said, "Ask the boss, who in Shengjing bought flowers like Sigui from him?"
"Yes." Ran Mo nodded, and then hesitantly said: "My lord, in fact, this matter can be done tomorrow, we have an urgent matter tonight."
"What?" Wei Lan froze for a moment, then frowned, desperately thinking about what else was important.
"Mr. Xie..." Ran Mo reminded: "You haven't seen him for half a month."
Wei Lan: "..."
A little afraid.
After going, Xie Zichen will definitely pester her to stay overnight, after pestering her to stay overnight, Xie Zichen feels comfortable again, and she will either take a cold shower or can't fall asleep.
After thinking about it, Wei Lan shook her head and said, "Just say I have too many things to do..."
"What are you busy with?" Xie Zichen's voice came from the window, "May I help you?"
Wei Lan turned her head subconsciously, and saw Xie Zichen sitting on the window, looking at her quietly. He didn't know how long he sat there without making a sound. Wei Lan was taken aback, then calmed down, glanced at her mountain of notebooks and said, "It's true that I'm busy with business..."
"You've cleared all the cases that others took half a year to clear." Xie Zichen glanced at her notebook: "Are you planning to finish it in one month and do nothing for a year?"
"This... there is no case that can be completed." Wei Lan said with difficulty: "Close the case quickly, and it also helps the people."
"Wei Lan." Xie Zichen jumped down from the window, Ran Mo hurriedly closed the door and retreated out, Xie Tong stood at the door, Ran Mo looked back, saw him, was startled, patted his chest and said: "You guys When did you come in? The Marquis of Changxin’s mansion has become so defensive?!”
"Coward." Xie Tong sneered: "Your Changxinhou's mansion is now treating our young master as a concubine, and we just climbed over the wall and took a ladder to pick us up."
Dyeing ink: "..."
who is it! Who is it! She's going to kill them all!
Who is the boss of this Changxinhou Mansion
Ran Mo bickered with Xie Tong at the door, Wei Lan looked at Xie Zichen who was slowly walking in front of him, held the main pen, and swallowed.
To be honest, if it was about other things, of course she couldn't tolerate Xie Zichen being so strong, but about the bed matter, she couldn't do it, no matter if it was put on Liang Dachu, it was all her fault, and she was also guilty in her heart. She, Wei Lan, couldn't satisfy her lord. If her friends from back then knew about it, it would be enough for them to laugh for a lifetime.
But she can't help it, she can only think secretly every day, hurry up to get promoted, and when she can be exposed, she must let Xie Zichen know that she is Wei Lan's daughter!
But the timing didn't come, so she could only bear with it, smiled and said, "Zichen, are you done with your work?"
"It's not over," Xie Zichen said lightly, "I'll do it tomorrow."
Wei Lan hurriedly said: "Zichen, you still..."
"What are you doing hiding from me?"
Xie Zichen stopped in front of her, frowning: "If you mind something, you might as well tell me. I know you think you and I are progressing too fast, and you still remember Huan Heng in your heart..."
"No, that's not the case!"
Wei Lan interrupted him immediately.
In the past, a good friend of hers who married the Eighteenth Chamberlain once told her that when a man is thinking wildly, he must never be allowed to think about it.
You buy him a jade pendant, and he thinks the jade is not good, and then fights with you, and then he will tell you very rationally that he has to think about it.
If you really make him go back and think about it, then you are screwed!
After half an hour, he will come back and tell you that since you don't love him and fell in love with someone else, why not make peace.
understand
Men's thinking is such a scary jump!
Wei Lan has suffered enough from this kind of man's wild thinking, she quickly put down the main pen, got up and held Xie Zichen's hand and said: "Zichen, don't think wildly, I, Wei Lan, can afford to let go, ah I put aside the matter of balance a year ago..."
"Nine months."
"Okay, okay," Wei Lan followed his words and corrected: "Nine months, it's nine months. I let go of those nine months ago. Since I promised you, I will treat you wholeheartedly. Don't think so, don't say such things!"
"Then what are you hiding?" Xie Zichen asked her to hold hands with a calm expression. Wei Lan searched for a reason, held back for a long time and said: "It's nothing... I just feel that the relationship is slowly developing."
Wei Lan finally figured out the reason: "Zichen, I've thought about it, a gentleman has virtue, you and I can't always indulge in carnal desires like this, we must cultivate spiritual feelings, this is the right way, what do you think?"
Xie Zichen didn't speak, he stared at her. He understood what she said, she was a grudge and something in his bed. Looking back, Xie Zichen felt that maybe he had indeed frightened her. But every time, she was unwilling to take off her clothes, and never let him help her. Occasionally, she got close to him a few times, and she was completely unmoved...
With these clues, coupled with the appearance of her resignation at the moment, Xie Zichen couldn't help but have an idea...
He was a little worried: "Aren't you, can't you?"
"What?" Wei Lan was stunned, her expression confirmed Xie Zichen's guess even more, Xie Zichen breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes softened, but he persuaded: "If this is really the case, just tell me , I'll take you to see the doctor together. I... don't mind this kind of thing either. "
Not only did he not mind, he even felt a little relieved. Otherwise, Wei Lan has been holding back, and he is not without guilt. It's just that he is also worried about Wei Lan's body.
Wei Lan's complexion changed unpredictably, she understood Xie Zichen's words, and said with difficulty: "Zichen, you misunderstood, there is nothing wrong with me..."
"Then why?" Xie Zichen frowned. Wei Lan sighed and said, "I guess... I just took up the post of Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, and the pressure is too great."
Hearing this, Xie Zichen couldn't help being stunned. In his memory, Wei Lan has always been omnipotent and confident, which made him almost forget that she is only eighteen years old. At her age, he was still a young boy, how could he have such courage as hers. Thinking about it this way, Xie Zichen finally accepted her reason.
His eyes softened, and when he looked at the person in front of him, he felt a little uneasy again.
She is only eighteen years old, and his two lifetimes add up to more than forty years old...
If one day she knew the truth, would she think he was too old
But thinking about it, in this lifetime, he is only seventeen years old, one year younger than her. He felt more at ease, and became a little sweet again. He was suddenly so lucky to live his whole life again, and to meet such a person at the best time.
If he hadn't lived a new life, he would have met her at the age of seventeen, and he might have been as proud and willful as Huan Heng. As early as the moment he guessed that she liked Huan Heng, he would have left with his sleeves and never had any contact with her. . How could he be as patient as he is now, guarding her and watching her move closer to him.
After four years of getting along, he knew the person in front of him too well. She looked romantic, but she was actually a person with a great sense of responsibility. She had promised him back then, even if she didn't love him, she would keep her promise and work hard to cultivate her relationship.
How can there be feelings for no reason in this world? The so-called love at first sight has never been just a juvenile impulse.
True feelings flow slowly and slowly, getting to know each other little by little in company, and then falling in love with that person.
Her affection for Huan Heng was obtained when Huan Heng began to follow her when he was ten years old, and Huan Heng desperately traveled from the north to the south in exchange.
She is like a stone, to get this person's feelings, she has to be polished drop by drop, until one day, dripping water wears away the stone.
Although she is emotionally clumsy, but if you give her, she will try her best to respond.
Huan Heng wants someone to put himself in his heart wholeheartedly, why not Wei Lan
Xie Zichen couldn't help holding her hand, interlocking his fingers, stroked her hair, and said softly, "Don't worry, I'm here."
"You've just taken office, don't worry, you can't be impatient about official affairs, you can do well, don't worry too much."
Wei Lan nodded guiltily, Xie Zichen became interested, pulled her to the desk, and said like a teacher, "Come, I'll read the scriptures with you."
"What about your business?"
"It's already been done." Xie Zichen couldn't help laughing: "I just lied to you."
As long as it wasn't about the bed, Wei Lan felt relieved a lot, sat with Xie Zichen, and the two of them discussed the matter on the booklet. The political views of the two are also similar, you say what you say, and they deal with it quickly. I thought I would have to read the dossier overnight, but the time was cut in half.
Wei Lan was a little excited, and said to Xie Zichen: "Zichen, you go to bed first, I will write a note to Mr. Lin, and I want to change the procedure of the Ministry of Punishment."
Xie Zichen looked at the eighteen-year-old Wei Lan, and for some reason, he felt a little proud, and felt that the person in front of him was really too smart. She will definitely be able to reach a very high position in the future, maybe she will be taller than him and go further than him.
He couldn't bear to interrupt her interest, knowing that she had a lot to say at the moment, he said, "I've been thinking about reforming the tax system recently, why don't you think about it with me?"
Reforming the tax system was something Taizu was thinking about a few days ago. The court should not rely too much on the north. If Xie Zichen's memory is correct, within a few years, Huan Heng would attack Chen Guo three times and destroy Chen Guo directly. At that time, Huan Heng's prestige will be at the height of the sky, but at this time, because the court has supported the northern army all the year round, they have no strength at all, so they can only let Huan Heng handle it. In his previous life, Xie Zichen united the southern army of the aristocratic family to resist Huan Heng. It was not until Huan Heng was too proud that he died on the battlefield during the fourth Northern Expedition that he took the army into his pocket.
But there are too many variables in this life, and Huan Heng's character is too different from his previous life. He is not sure whether Huan Heng will have three Northern Expeditions in the future, and he is not sure whether Huan Heng's current character will be arrogant and complacent, and he will be flattered by the courtiers. The fourth Northern Expedition came at an inopportune time.
If Huan Heng didn't die, Xie Zichen wouldn't have such an aggrieved day again. Therefore, he planned to reform the tax system, support the people and support the business, and wanted to give the country some foundation. When supporting the northern army, he would establish a government army in the south, and then send it to the north, forming a restraint trend with Huanheng.
Wei Lan also has this idea. It's just that her teachers all died because of the reform back then, and she feels it's too early now. But since Xie Zichen wanted to change, she was willing to accompany him, so she chatted with Xie Zichen all night.
Both of them had undergone political reforms in their previous lives, and Wei Lan succeeded in the reform in the end, which made Daliang flourish. If she hadn't died too early, she would have seen the unification of prosperity. The points raised by the two are very sophisticated, and every time they hit the key points, they can't help but have a new estimate of the other's strength in their hearts.
After chatting for most of the night, Xie Zichen finally stopped considering Wei Lan's body: "It's impossible to finish things overnight, let's rest."
Wei Lan hesitated for a moment, but Xie Zichen smiled, and said softly, "I'm tired, just rest."
Knowing that this was Xie Zichen's concession, Wei Lan felt relieved, but felt a little guilty.
After the two washed up, they went back to bed. Xie Zichen closed his eyes and fell asleep with her on his back.
She hugged him from behind, resting her forehead on his back.
"Zichen," she said seriously, "One day... I will definitely satisfy you!"
Xie Zichen couldn't help feeling amused, but also worried.
He turned over, took her into his arms, and said along her back: "Don't worry, I will find a doctor to heal you."
Wei Lan: "..."
I don't want to explain.
On the second day when Wei Lan went to court, the whole court was discussing the case of Jiang Xiao's murder. The emperor was a little impatient, so he handed over the case to Wei Lan. Wei Lan was also ready to take over the case. After accepting the case, she immediately headed towards the morgue.
The corpse was worthless, the incense used to fascinate Jiang Xiao was the most common kind, and the knife used to chop him was also the most common kitchen knife. If it wasn't for the flower, the murderer would have left no clues. And this flower was left on purpose by him. Who does he want to show it to
Wei Lan guessed, while listening to Jiang Xiao's subordinate tremblingly describing the scene on the day Jiang Xiao disappeared.
"Master Jiang was working in Dali Temple that day. Suddenly someone sent him a letter. After he read it, he left in a hurry and never came back..."
"Where's the letter?"
Ran Mo handed over the letter, Wei Lan put on her gloves and took out the letter.
This person was very cautious, and the letter paper he used was the most common and cheapest paper in Shengjing, and it was worthless to start with this paper. And there is nothing on it, only one thought.
Sigui, the north, this is the secret shared by Jiang Xiao and that person, so after that person sent Sigui away, Jiang Xiao went out immediately.
The other party doesn't mind if someone discovers the connection between the two of them, and even, he is still looking forward to someone discovering these connections.
why
Wei Lan couldn't help thinking, and then went to Jiangfu. The whole family of Jiang's family was crying, Wei Lan interrogated them one by one, and then asked, "Master Jiang, has he ever been to the north?"
"No." Mrs. Jiang cried and said: "My son is from Shengjing, and he has never left Shengjing in his life. Master Wei asked this, do you have any clues?"
"Does Lord Jiang know anyone related to the north?"
"This...isn't quite clear." Mrs. Jiang thought about it for a while: "In this Shengjing, there are always some officials who are inextricably linked to the North."
Mrs. Jiang was telling the truth, and Wei Lan couldn't help but feel a little headache.
Seeing that she couldn't ask any questions today, Wei Lan got up, and as soon as she got into the carriage, she remembered Yan Lan.
She was a little irritable. Whenever she came into contact with these cases, she couldn't help but think about those days when she was the Minister of Dali Temple.
Wei Lan rubbed her temples, sat on the carriage and said, "Go to Ji's Mansion."
"Ji Mansion?" Ran Mo was a little surprised, but Wei Lan didn't respond, so Ran Mo had to go to Ji Mansion again.
Ji Shao had been waiting in front of the mansion for a long time, and Wei Lan couldn't help being a little surprised when she arrived. Seeing Wei Lan's expression, Ji Shao laughed loudly: "Yesterday, Yan Lan bet me that you would come again, Ah Lan. I didn't expect that Yan Lan guessed it right. Did you make an appointment with him?"
"No." Wei Lan smiled and turned to look at Yan Lan: "How did Mr. Yan guess that I'm coming today?"
"Your Majesty Wei, do you know?" Yan Lan smiled slightly, and stood behind Ji Shao, looking handsome and elegant like a pavilion of bamboo, "Your Majesty's eyes can speak."
Wei Lan was slightly taken aback, as if seeing that person standing in front of him back then.
"Alan, you can never hide your thoughts, your eyes can speak."
No one has ever said that for so many years, others have only said that Prime Minister Wei has deep thoughts and is elusive.
Years later, I never thought I would hear this sentence again. Wei Lan laughed and shook her head, and entered the mansion with the two of them.
Yan Lan danced the sword dance for her as usual. It was spring, and the peach blossoms were just in time. Wei Lan saw the peach blossoms were flying, the people under the tree were spinning rapidly, and the sword light was cold, beautiful and resolute.
She played the piano without saying a word, and her heart was extremely quiet.
The three got drunk, and Ji Shao sent her away. Before leaving, Yan Lan sent him off. She was a little drunk, turned her head before getting into the carriage, looked at the smiling person in front of her, and couldn't help but ask, "This time, what did you see in my eyes?"
"Guilty."
Yan Lan resolutely said: "The son must be extremely guilty of that person, so that he must do something to appease himself who has been restless all his life."
Wei Lan laughed.
"You really look like him."
She spoke hoarsely, and Yan Lan shook her head: "But I'm not."
"Then guess again," Wei Lan stared at his face: "Will I come tomorrow?"
"If there is no one to stop you," Yan Lan said with a smile, "Yan Lan cooks wine and waits."
Hearing this, Wei Lan couldn't help laughing.
She turned around and got into the carriage. After being drunk, she felt a little bored. She opened some clothes and leaned against the wall of the carriage, watching the curtains rise and fall.
As soon as the carriage arrived at the city gate, it was stopped by someone.
"Your Majesty," Ran Mo's voice came from outside: "Young Master Xie invited Wei Shizi to go boating at night."
"Depend on him."
Ran Mo agreed and followed the man.
The man took the carriage to a remote place, Wei Lan and Ran Mo couldn't help becoming vigilant, Wei Lan calmed down and held the small fan in her hand.
The carriage stopped, and the man said respectfully: "My lord, my son is waiting for you by the river."
Dye Mo rolled up the curtain of the car, and Wei Lan discovered that this place was actually a field of reeds. Holding the folding fan, Wei Lan got out of the carriage, pulled away the reeds that were taller than a person, and then saw a small boat.
On the boat, a stunning woman stood at the stern with a paddle in her hand. Wei Lan has seen many singers in Shengjing, but she has never seen such a beautiful woman. She is holding a paddle, like a fairy descending from the moon palace.
On the bow of the boat, a man in blue and white shirt stood in front. He had his hands behind his back, his clothes were loose, and a hosta hairpin was randomly tied around his hair, as if it was about to fall down at any time.
Hearing the voice, he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes seemed to be filled with stars, making people dazzled.
The woman just now was stunning, but when compared in front of this person, she seemed to fall short.
He seems to come by the wind, stand under the moonlight, and will leave at any time.
"Alan," he stretched out his hand towards her, and said gently, "Come."
On the other side, Dali Temple Prime Minister Chuchen knelt on the ground, tremblingly looking at the person walking in front of him.
"I was wrong...we were all wrong..."
"Leave us alone..."
"Let you go?" The man laughed lowly: "Then who will let them go?"
"Heaven reincarnation, retribution is not good. Chu Chen," the man sighed, "No one can run away. I will find everything you owe me one by one!"
"This is fair, if God doesn't give it to me, I will give it myself."
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[small theater]
Xie Zichen: "Alan, can't you?"
Wei Lan: "Get lost."
Xie Zichen: "Alan, you really can't do it, you can't even get hard."
Wei Lan: "..."
She's hardened, it's a ghost! !
Xie Zichen: "No, I want to heal Ah Lan!"
So Xie Zichen ordered the imperial physician to come and quietly diagnose Wei Lan's pulse.
Imperial Physician: "Master Wei's physique is yin, so he needs to strengthen his yang!"
Xie Zichen: "Prescribe whatever medicine you want!"
So Wei Lan began to feel that the recent meals smell like medicine.
after a while...
Lin Xia: "My lord, why do you grow a beard?!"
Wei Lan: "..."
Xie Zichen: "Alan, you have finally grown a beard, but do you feel that you are masculine and majestic?"
Wei Lan: "Get out!!!"