A long figure stood in the distance with a jade body but a frivolous step. It was swinging a jasper fan in its hand as it walked towards him in the dark night.
As he got closer, he saw Lan Zhishui, Le Bing and Yu Rou. The visitor was stunned for a moment: "Oh, so you are here too? Why, the night is nice today. Are you here to enjoy the moon?"
The man said with a smile, a smile on his handsome and elegant face, which made his eyebrows and eyes more lively.
Le Bing feels that men are really fickle, like this Lan Zhichen, who looks like a second-generation Tujia ancestor. Although he is very handsome, he is wrapped in a layer of gold that blinds people's eyes every day. Now he is wearing an ordinary suit.
He wears gray clothes, but has a profound sense of Confucianism. Of course, if he puts away his cynicism, this image will be even stronger.
But Lan Zhishui and Lan Zhichen, hearing these similar names, Le Bing is not surprised that they are related.
Lan Zhishui's deep expression just now has gone away, and the expression on his face is gentle and peaceful again: "Why are you here."
Lan Zhichen approached Lan Zhichen with a smile and pushed Lan Zhishui with his shoulder. Le Bing and Yu Rou were both a little surprised. A strong man like Lan Zhishui has transcended national boundaries, even his own relatives and friends.
Dare to be presumptuous, no matter how gentle he looks, Lan Zhichen is actually smiling like this?
"Third uncle, I got some good wine, and I'd like to taste it with you." He said and looked at Le Bing: "How about it, do you want to reward me? I spent a lot of money to get it, and the taste is really the best in the world.
Makes you want to swallow your tongue."
Le Bing looked at Lan Zhichen and saw that the latter had no intention of pursuing the case. He shook his head and said, "Then I won't disturb you two. Xiaorou, let's go."
"good!"
"Farewell, Senior Lan." Le Bing and Yu Rou bowed and left.
Lan Zhichen's smile became calmer, and he looked at Le Bing's dark eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Why, you were afraid that I would hurt them, so you showed up on purpose." Lan Zhishui's voice was calm, and there was no hint of emotion or anger.
Lan Zhichen's smile grew wider: "Who? I don't know them, why? Third uncle, let's go, I have really good wine, don't regret it if you don't drink it."
Lan Zhichen smiled heartlessly, even a little philistine. Lan Zhishui didn't say anything more and followed him.
With Lan Zhishui's strength, how could he not know where Le Lun and the other three were staying, so Lan Zhichen, who came out with him to learn from each other, did not come over and saw the scene just now.
The conflict between Yuefu and Yinmian is their own business. Mona decided that Lan Zhishui would definitely get involved in other people's affairs just because of Lan Zhishui's attitude towards Le Yan. This was unreasonable, but Le Bing deliberately said it in front of him.
After saying those words, Lan Zhishui's mind was indeed filled with emotion.
Lan Zhishui glanced at his nephew beside him. Why would he help the silver-faced man?
similar?
However, it was said that after Mona left, the Mingxue Emperor only put on his trousers and no shirt. He poured a glass of wine, took a few sips and said, "Come out."
A tall and sturdy man walked out from behind, with straight facial features and a hint of coldness between his eyebrows. He was not Xia Houchen: "Father, if you let a woman like Mona know the secret in advance, it will cause chaos, and it will be harmful to you."
I’m afraid the plan will go wrong.”
Emperor Mingxue looked at Xia Houchen's nervous look and said, "You are still too young. Do you think I told her because I was fascinated by her beauty and forgot my original intention?"
The Mingxue Emperor sneered: "She is just a pawn!"
