A smile gradually appeared at the corner of Lan Yunyi's mouth, and she lowered her eyes to look at him, her eyes as gentle as in her previous life.
Chu Huan felt a little elated, so happy that he almost ascended to heaven.
"Sister, do you know what kind of injustice I suffered yesterday? They beat me and kicked my butt! It hurts so much, Xiaohuan's body hurts so much. It was you who protected me in the past -"
When Chu Huan reached this point, he realized what he had said and his voice stopped abruptly.
He turned his head unnaturally and pursed his lips to observe Lan Yunyi's reaction, but Lan Yunyi didn't seem to hear the flaw in his words, and the gentle smile still hung on the corner of his mouth.
"So what grievance did you encounter yesterday?"
Lan Yunyi asked softly, just like the voice Chu Huan imagined.
She slowly approached Chu Huan's body, as if she wanted to hear his voice clearly, and the hands hidden behind her were holding something.
"Okay - give me some money - give me some money, young lady!"
The beggars arranged by Chu Huan did not notice anything strange in front of them. Instead, they swarmed up according to the plan and crowded around Lan Yunyi. They scrambled to raise their thin hands and made begging gestures towards Lan Yunyi.
Being squeezed by the crowd, Chu Huan looked at Lan Yunyi in a panic, trying his best to squeeze in beside her and not separate from her: "I yesterday - I was bullied by a large group of people yesterday, they punched and kicked me -"
Chu Huan said and looked at the beggars around him.
There were too many people on the street today, more than he imagined, and he suddenly felt that things were somewhat out of his control.
The old miracle doctor hasn't come yet, and they are surrounding here. So who will the beggar with the dagger hidden in his sleeve stab?
Chu Huan thought about it, and his hair stood up in an instant. He hurriedly wanted to hold Lan Yunyi's hand and take her out.
But in the midst of the lightning and flint, Chu Huan suddenly felt a cold light appear in front of his eyes, before he could clearly see what was going on in front of him.
Then a familiar voice was heard.
This was a voice he had been waiting for for a long time, and he had recalled it every day since his rebirth.
But this voice, which had always been gentle, felt as if it had been immersed in an ice cellar, freezing to the bone.
"They beat you with so many people, why didn't they kill you? Chu Huan. Why are you still alive?"
Chu Huan's back stiffened.
Lan Yunyi's originally soft outline became a bit colder at this moment, and her eyebrows became clear and distant at this moment.
She clenched the dagger in her hands with both hands, and without any hesitation, stabbed Chu Huan hard in the chest.
Chu Huan felt the pain in his chest, and his whole body lost the ability to react. His pupils shrank suddenly, and he stared blankly at everything in front of him.
The surroundings were still noisy, and people didn't seem to notice this small episode. People were still rushing towards the temple fair.
The huge flow of people almost squeezed them away. Lan Yunyi had a cold face, tightened her jawline, and suddenly thrust the dagger forward.
Chu Huan opened his mouth in disbelief, his lips trembled with pain, but he couldn't even say a word.
His eyes were almost blank, and his trembling pupils looked at Lan Yunyi motionlessly, his eyes losing focus.
Why?
Why?
Why……
Lan Yunyi slowly let go of the dagger in her hand, and allowed herself to be squeezed away by the crowd. Her cold eyes shimmered in the dim sunlight.
Lan Yunyi lowered her eyes and stared at the blood on her hands. After being silent for a long time, she let out a very light laugh.
"Why? Chu Huan, go to hell and ask."
The gentle sound slowly drifted into the distance with the wind.
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Lan Chongzhou has never gone back since he left Lan Mansion.
At night, he spread a mattress in the corner of the yamen. After washing up during the day, he went to the city gate early to be on duty wearing ill-fitting clothes.
Because of his illustrious status, people in the yamen hardly interacted with him, and Lan Chongzhou did not take the initiative to speak. He was always serious and silent every day when he was on duty.
Whenever I think of Lan Yunyi, a peaceful smile will appear in his deeply sunken eyes.
However, there is another person in the guard, named Xiong Lang, who is the son of the stewardess of Lan Mansion. With the name of Lan Mansion, he became the leader of the guard and was in charge of more than a dozen soldiers under his command.
He is familiar with Lan Chongzhou, but in the past it was a master-servant relationship, but now he has become Lan Chongzhou's immediate boss.
But Lan Chongzhou didn't care. Although he didn't understand, he still showed some concern for Lan Chongzhou. During the days when he was working with him, Lan Chongzhou would talk more.
Today it was Lan Chongzhou and Xiong Lang's turn to guard the city gate again.
A carriage drove by in the distance. The four corners of the carriage were decorated with jade stones. As the carriage drove slowly, the jade stones collided and jingled.
When the carriage arrived at the city gate, the door curtain was lifted, and a hand was stretched out in a swaggering voice: "This is the token."
The two characters "Ji Fu" were clearly written on the token.
That is the token of Mr. Ji, the Minister of Rites.
Lan Chongzhou looked at the token in front of him, but said calmly: "According to the calendar, the carriage leaving the city requires soldiers to count the number of people in the carriage and verify the safety of the carriage."
"I'm the fucking legitimate son of the Minister of Rites!"
The person inside suddenly became angry when he heard Lan Chongzhou's cold voice. He suddenly opened the curtain, casually packed up his messy clothes, and got out.
"Now that you know my identity, do you still need to count the number of people?" He squinted his eyes and looked up and down at Lan Chongzhou.
He is taller and more handsome than him. Although he is thin, he looks a bit arrogant and arrogant.
But so what? He's just a gatekeeper. He wears tattered clothes and smells of poverty.
"According to the calendar, we need to take stock." Lan Chongzhou continued without any expression on his face.
Mr. Li instantly became angry. He held up the token in his hand and patted Lan Chongzhou's face as if he was insulting.
With a crisp sound, the token struck Lan Chongzhou's slightly protruding cheekbone.
"Open your poor dog eyes and see clearly. This is the token of the Minister of Rites! The Ji Mansion's carriage is not something people like you can see if you want, you dog slave!"
Lan Chongzhou's cheeks immediately became red and swollen.
Only then did Xiong Lang notice the movement here. He looked at the red marks on Lan Chongzhou's face. He was shocked and frightened, and hurried over to apologize.
"Sorry, sorry, Mr. Ji! This is new here. I don't know the rules. Please, please - we don't dare to look, we don't dare to look!"
Xiong Lang nodded and bowed towards him, almost kneeling down, when Mr. Ji snorted coldly.
"Dog slave!"
He spat on Lan Chongzhou's boots before returning to the carriage condescendingly.