concubine, you cant do

Chapter 189
"How did the head of this generation of the Lan family be chosen? His words are so low-key." The white-bearded old man who was hanging upside down in the air shook his hands, as if he felt that he had touched something dirty and wanted to shake it off quickly.

Lanzi no longer had the thought to cover his deafened face from the palm he had never received in his life, but looked at the tight energy around his waist, as long as he sent it a little further, he would have died by now die.

Head up and look at the owner of the palm.

Murong Shengrui didn't even look at Lanzi, he loosened his strength and withdrew his hand.

At this time, the guards of the Lan family hiding in the dark were about to rush in outside the front hall, but they were blocked by Qing'er and the others who also showed up.

Qing Er rubbed his nose, what am I going to do to let you in, it just so happens that I haven't practiced for a long time since the princess left, so I'm in a hurry.

That slap, tsk tsk, really, when the princess comes back, he must make a face in front of the princess...

Lanzi looked at Murong Shengrui, watched him withdraw his hand, watched his averted eyes, seemed to watch the cold air surrounding him recede quietly, the eyes were unbelievable, angry, bitter, sad, etc. The emotions flashed by, and finally, Lanzi turned around and stepped out of the front hall.

"Your hands are too light." Behind Murong Shengrui, he seemed to be whispering to the white-bearded man in mid-air, but every word made Lan Zi's heart cold.

Why, a concubine who is nothing compared to her can be so taken care of by a noble and stalwart man in this world.

"I won't make any more moves. I'm afraid you'll kill him and cause unnecessary trouble." The white-bearded man who fell down in mid-air suddenly spun and fell to the ground, showing a playful and unscrupulous attitude.

Naturally, the mountain is old.

Lan Zi, who was about to leave the mansion after striding, heard the words, and his face no longer knew what a smile was.

"Old Shan, have you told her about the flexible grass?" After a long time, Murong Shengrui looked at the seemingly cold sky for a moment, before turning his head to look at Old Shan.

Old Shan's eyes flickered for a moment and then stopped, "The little girl asked me, so I said it, anyway, that girl is very capable, so it doesn't look like a short-lived... eh..."

Old Shan looked at Murong Shengrui who turned and hurried away, and hurriedly followed.

And Hua Zhiyao, who wanted to come to join in the fun in the middle of the night, had just landed with his light kung fu, when he saw that Murong Shengrui, who had always walked leisurely, quickened his pace, and his complexion changed slightly.

What happened?

In the study of Prince Li's Mansion.

Murong Shengrui raised a pen and handwriting, then threw it out of the window, "Let An San use thousands of miles of sound transmission to contact An Er, and make sure to prevent the princess from going to the Lan Family Holy Church."

"Yes." The people outside the window retreated in response.

Murong Shengrui looked at Hua Qianyao who was rushing towards the door, his clear eyes fluctuated slightly, "The bottom of the Lan Family Holy Hall..."

"I'll go." Hua Qianyao was also rarely serious.

Lei Tang Mansion, in a dark room.

A dim light illuminated the red dress like fire, and the light jumped dimly. The man's back was on his back, and his black hair hung down his back. Behind him, Lan Jinglei stood in a slightly respectful posture.

"I don't know what the young master in red thinks of this young master Luoyan tonight?"

The brass mask of the young man in red shone brightly and coldly under the dim light, and after a while, the corner of his mouth curled up, "Master Lei, let's follow the plan first, and I will not interfere in the matter of recruiting talents."

"Yes. Then... King Ding..." Lan Jinglei cautiously probed.

"Don't worry, I have my own measure, you go down."

"Yes."

The moonlight was as bright as it was, and it was as quiet as deep. A black shadow crossed a clear arc in the sky and fell into the depths of Lan's house in Phoenix City - the sanctuary.

Leng Yannuo stood in front of the church dressed in black.

What she didn't know was that just as she left the room, An Er who came in looked at the empty room, his complexion changed suddenly, and his toes stood up...

In front of the church, the moonlight cast a light and shadow on the towering portrait.

As for the guards?Leng Yannuo threw two stones at random and made the two guards faint for a while.

The holy hall is located in Phoenix Mountain, and it is actually far away from the Lan family. It is not as hidden as Leng Zhunuo imagined, but it is like a cave entrance.

Glancing around, Leng Yannuo floated over, followed by a finger, and the two guards shook their heads and straightened.

Going down the cloud along the road is like walking on a mountain road. There are hundreds of night pearls on both sides, and the road is one meter wide, which is not too narrow.

After walking for less than a stick of incense, the front suddenly brightened. Ten meters away, there is a humanoid sculpture that is not lifelike. There are also about ten portraits hanging on the wall.

Moreover, their appearances are all similar. This sculpture must be the founder of the Lan family. This portrait is estimated to be the owner of the Lan family. Although the Lan family has been handed down to the outside world for a hundred years, it is after the present world. .

Looking at these portraits, there are old people and old people, and there are also short-lived people in this Lan family?It's incredible.

Didn't it mean that the Lan family paid attention to physical exercise, with an ancient martial physique, and even when they went out, they felt windy all over?
Leng Yannuo scanned the portraits with a hint of sarcasm.

Blinking his eyes, he felt that the people in these portraits seemed to have moved a bit, blinking again, no, Leng Yannuo became suspicious for a moment, closed his eyes for a moment, and found that there was no abnormality around his body, and then he looked at the surrounding space , There is no strange fragrance, the ground is paved with white jade, clean and shining with soft and cold light under the moonlight pearl.

Next to the sculpture in the middle, there is an inscription.

Inscription of the Lan family.

Afterwards, the bottom corner looks like a ghost face in human form, Leng Yannuo is puzzled, but he can't think about it, the flexible grass refuses to say that it likes wet and cold places, and grows at the bottom of the church, Leng Yannuo glances around, left and right Each side has a channel.

However, which way to go.

Those who are late are suspicious, everything is changeable, and if you go wrong, it’s a big deal to go back and walk again. Leng Yannuo just wanted to take a step to the left, but turned back to God, looking at the tall sculpture. I don't think this sculpture is a bit weird at this moment. Shouldn't the originator of such a meritorious carving in ancient times look up at the sky or look straight ahead to show his supernatural powers, but this one is better, bowing his head.

What is the style of bowing your head?
Leng Yannuo took a few steps forward...

"Batt." There was a soft sound, the feet suddenly cracked, Leng Yannuo missed it, and then landed, the darkness under the feet was endless, and the wind whistling above the head was bright and dazzling, with a very sharp sense of contrast.

But suddenly the head was covered with a red shadow, and the strange fragrance came again and again.

In the darkness, a hand suddenly grabbed Leng Yannuo, and at the moment when the floor tiles above his head closed to take away the light, Leng Yannuo saw the copper mask clearly.

Like an enemy but not a friend, how can he be restrained, Leng Yannuo mobilized his internal strength and concentrated his strength on his arm, the hand that grabbed Leng Yannuo was not only not shaken away as expected, but on the contrary, it held even tighter. In the decline of wanting to know, Leng Yannuo still felt a little raw.

(End of this chapter)