The emperor's favorite useless concubine

Chapter 146

He Lanxue thought about this.Instead of feeling depressed, there is a feeling of complacency.

She is a well that gradually deepens, and he will go all the way to the end.

"My lord, how about Yi Jian?" Seeing that He Lanxue was depressed by Yi Ren's answer again, Feng Jiu quickly changed the subject without a trace.

He Lanxue looked towards the shore, and said with a little worry: "It's probably too bad, I'll go and see first, Mr. Feng should leave here quickly, I'm afraid it's not peaceful."

"My lord, don't worry." Feng Jiu replied lightly.

"Yi Ren, let's talk when we get back." He Lanxue then let go of Yi Ren, tapped the plank with her toes, and leaped towards the shore with a graceful posture.

On the small boat, only Feng Jiu and Yi Ren were left.

Feng Jiu was leisurely and leisurely, as if she had no intention of leaving, she flicked her fishing rod and continued to sit quietly on the bow.

Yi Ren supported Yi on his elbows, and stared blankly at the direction of the boat.

Naturally, I couldn't see the boat clearly, only a pool of mist.

"Do you want to see him?" Feng Jiu glanced at him inadvertently, and asked with a smile.

In just a short day, he and Yi Ren were fishing alone on the lake, and somehow they developed a tacit understanding.

In fact, during this period of time, the conversation between the two did not exceed ten sentences, and it was nothing more than——

Feng Jiu said, "The fish here are very fresh."

Yi Ren, "Yes." After waiting, he said to himself, "I have not been polluted."

Feng Jiu said again: "My lord will probably blame me when he sees you coming."

"Are you worried?" Yi Ren tilted her head.

Feng Jiu smiled slightly, "Since I can bring you here, I don't worry about it."

"Why?" Yi Ren asked.

Why are you willing to bring her here?
"Because, you probably want to meet him." Feng Jiu replied.

He didn't say who he was.

"Feng Jiu, you are fine." Yi Ren said very seriously.

Feng Jiu smiled, "I'm not good, you just don't understand yet."

"You are fine." There is no doubt about it.

All talk, so far.

Now that Yi Ren is sitting in the cabin, looking at the lake, in a daze, Feng Jiu can't help bringing up the topic just now, "Do you want to see him?"

Who is he, Feng Jiu didn't say clearly.

Yi Ren was silent for a while, then clapped his hands and got up and said, "Forget it, let's go."

Feng Jiu didn't persuade anymore, put away the fishing tackle, passed the rudder, the bamboo pole was light, and it was about to slide to the shore.

At this moment, the outline of the boat began to emerge from the mist, and Pei Ruochen and Yanhan planned to go home.

Feng Jiu took two bamboo hats from the side of the boat, handed one to Yiren, and kept the other for herself, and put them on their heads respectively, lowered them down, and continued to rock the boat leisurely.

Yi Ren didn't panic, and sat cross-legged at the small table again, staring at the little snack in front of him in a daze.

As the boat approached, the guards on it saw them and thought they were tourists who had been playing nearby and hadn't returned for a long time, so they didn't take it too seriously.

The two boats were getting closer and closer. Feng Jiu slightly turned the rudder and slanted out to the right, while Huafang continued to move forward. The two were about to separate, but Yiren suddenly turned her head and looked at Huafang's boat. head.

On the bow of the ship, standing against the wind and cold, the green shirt flutters, and in the night lights, it is as straight as a statue.

Pei Ruochen sat not far from Yanhan, with one leg bent and the other stretched forward, crossing the side of the boat and hanging onto the water. They were all looking at different places. The distance was too far, and the night was too thick for Yi Ren to see clearly. Their expressions just felt that the atmosphere was solemn, as if time was about to freeze.

Yanhan at the bow of the boat withdrew her gaze from afar, and glanced lightly at the nearby boat.

He saw a boat with a calm fisherman and a silly fisherwoman on board.

The fisherwoman turned her back to him, she couldn't see her face, she just felt that the small, wriggling figure was really cute, a bit like someone.

Yan Han couldn't help smiling, but the fisherwoman suddenly turned her head and glanced at him.

He still couldn't see anything clearly, the bamboo hat was pressed too low, and the night was too dense, but he only felt his heart skip a beat.

However, she quickly turned back.

Yan Han was stunned for a while, then smiled self-deprecatingly, the boat flew quickly, and quickly passed by the side of the small boat.

When the two ships intersected, they were at their closest for a time.

Yan Han has turned around and walked towards Pei Ruochen.

Feng Jiu breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly left the painting boat amidst the ripples of the water.

They are gone.

Yan Han said to Pei Ruochen: "I will return to Yan Kingdom tomorrow, and I hope to hear good news from you soon."

"Okay." Pei Ruochen nodded and said, "He Lanqin has already returned to Suiyuan. If he makes any moves at that time, I hope His Majesty will restrain him."

"Naturally." Yan Han replied lightly, then turned around again, looking at Bibo in the distance.

The outline of that small boat could hardly be seen.

In the hazy silhouette, the fisherwoman in the cabin suddenly stood up, put her hands around her mouth, and shouted something towards them.

The distance is too far, her voice is not high, her voice is intermittently lost in the night wind, Yanhan can't hear anything clearly, just watching the fisherwoman's movements, her hands making a trumpet shape, her standing posture, and , an inexplicable feeling in his heart——Yan Han's eyes froze, and suddenly he felt blessed in his heart, and understood who she was.

"Turn the rudder!" Just as Yan Han was about to catch up, Pei Ruochen suddenly jumped out from where he was sitting.

Stepping on the water with her toes, she bent lightly in the air, and with a flick of her long arm, she fished out something from the water.

Pei Ruochen jumped back onto the boat again, took the thing in his hand and took a closer look, but it was a small, exquisitely carved wooden boat holding a temporary picture.

The reason why it is said to be temporary is because the straw paper used to wrap Huamei snacks is not ink.It's a faint rouge color, like ink made temporarily by melting rouge or something in water.

The lines on it are very thick, and Pei Ruochen observed it for a long time before he was sure that it was drawn with his fingers.

He looked at it for a long time, then silently handed it to Yan Han beside him.

The boat was about to turn around.

Yan Han looked solemnly, looking at the small boat that had become a black spot in the sky, he casually took the things that Pei Ruochen handed over, and unfolded them.

There is a very cute composition above, a girl with big eyes, squatting like a puppy, with a big head and a small body, if described in modern language, it is the Q version of Yiren.

The first time Yan Han saw it, he couldn't help laughing out, smiling so much that his brows and eyes were full of doting.

Next to it, there are a few clumsy traditional characters, also written in a strange font.

"I'm fine. Yiren."

Yan Han smiled while watching, but the smile sank from his face little by little, and sank into his heart.

He put away the small painting scroll, and glanced at the boat that was drifting away.

"Go back."

Finally, he said.

The painting boat that hadn't completely turned its head turned back again, and quickly docked. Soon, there were only ripples on the dark water surface that dissipated immediately.

He Lanxue tapped Lingbo several times, and soon reached the shore.

The person who rescued Yi Jian from the bottom of the water had arrived at the place they had agreed upon before, which was an abandoned temple beside Linbo Lake.

When He Lanxue entered, everyone was surrounding Yi Jian, and Yi Jian was sitting right in front of the altar, adjusting his breath and nourishing his energy.

The temple is really broken, and it has not been popular for a long time. There are long-settled dust and dusty cobwebs everywhere.

When He Lanxue went in, he bumped into a spider web and covered his face.

He reached out to wipe off the spider web, and before he could put his hand down, he realized something was wrong.

It was too quiet, the temple was too quiet.

The people sitting inside, as if they didn't hear his footsteps, still maintained their original state.

He Lanxue was slightly startled, and stood at the gate of the temple, looking inside carefully, but did not go in.

The eight water experts surrounding Yi Jian all turned their backs to him, and He Lanxue couldn't see their faces clearly.

The only Yi Jian who was facing him was closing his eyes to rest his mind, but his expression was very strange, as if he was forcibly suppressing something, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his forehead seemed to be sweating.

He Lanxue took a step to the side, and casually picked up a brick next to her.

He weighed it in his hand, then aimed at a person, and in a flash, he threw the brick out.

At the sound of bricks and stones, the eight people jumped up at the same time, mechanically, and attacked in that direction.

Yi Jian also opened his eyes abruptly, seeing He Lanxue, he uttered with difficulty, "My lord, let's go."

He Lanxue's reaction was quick, and she had already seen the clue: Yan Han must have put something on Yi Jian's body. Anyone who came into contact with Yi Jian would become a puppet-like attacker. He had to hold his breath without making any noise, so he escaped the almost crazy attack of these eight people.

Now, Yi Jian spoke out to warn He Lanxue, those eight people turned around quickly, and Yi Jian rushed over.

Yi Jian stood up and picked up the branch beside him as a long sword. His footsteps were a little staggering. It seemed that he was already exhausted.

"My lord, let's go!" Seeing that He Lanxue did not leave, but instead walked in, Yi Jian shouted angrily again.

It's just that when his last words fell, He Lanxue was already approaching. Using the sword with his left hand, he flew a 'puppet' who was about to slash at Yi Jian, but turned around to defend himself, protecting Yi Jian behind him.

"My lord, don't worry about me. In your current situation, you can't win at all. They have lost their sanity now, and they will neither feel pain nor tired. Your lord..." Yi Jian was still chattering in the back, He Lanxue's gaze, But he has already wandered around the ruined temple several times.

The eight people surrounded them again and blocked all the roads leading to the door.

He Lanxue looked at the wall behind them, and then he looked down at his right hand.

With a powerless right hand, I am afraid that he will never be able to slap the waves like before.

Yi Jian continued to say: "My lord, you can go first, I have been loosened by Pei Ruochen and the others, and I just adjusted my breath for a long time before I can give it a go. Don't drop it, wait a while, I will hold them back, my lord...don't be so brave when you encounter anything in the future, and do everything according to your ability." Yi Jian's words are a bit like a will.

(End of this chapter)