The emperor's favorite useless concubine

Chapter 23 General He Lanqin
In the magnificent hall, only she and He Lanxue stood in the center of the mirror-like hall, with dense columns and towering eaves, they looked so insignificant, insignificant in front of the supreme power of Dadu, like two ants with their heads up.

And in the hall, behind layers of bamboo curtains, a vague, tall figure was looking down at them coldly from top to bottom.

Yi Ren was extremely sensitive to the strangeness of He Lanxue, and those eyes that were full of peaches and plums suddenly became deep, as deep as this hell-like hall.

Then, Helan Xuefu knelt down and shouted long live.

Yi Ren was ignorant, so she also knelt down and made peace with He Lanxue vaguely.

The people above still look down on them with a sense of superiority.

Yi Ren felt uncomfortable—it was the first time she saw power.

"Let's get down." The low, majestic and slightly soft voice sounded again.

He Lanxue stood up in response, as if he was planning to get up when he knelt down, but Yi Ren was a step late and got up in a rather embarrassing manner.

This was the first time she knelt down to another person, and she felt awkward.

"Is this Concubine Lin's younger sister?" After they all stood up straight, the emperor above spoke again.

He Lanxue responded: "Yes, she is the concubine of my younger brother Xinna."

"I heard that King Xiaoyao originally wanted to marry Concubine Lin..." The voice above was calm and breezy, without any emotion, just like ordinary brothers: "We are brothers, but we are also uncles. Kiss each other more. The queen mother is also very pleased when she finds out."

"Yes." He Lanxue couldn't see any sadness or joy on her face, she just closed her eyes and lowered her eyelashes, and responded lightly.

Yiren, on the other hand, listened to the two brothers from the Tian family asking questions and answering them like watching a play, completely acting as though nothing to do with him.

"Your name is Yi Ren?" Unexpectedly, the voice of the emperor behind the curtain changed and pointed at her.

Yi Ren hurriedly raised his head, looked at the source of the voice, and replied without thinking: "Yes, my name is Yi Ren."

The curtains were so heavy and dense that she couldn't see the emperor's face clearly, but felt that dark shadow was indescribably depressing.

"Very lively." Emperor He Lanchun didn't seem to intend to pursue her disrespectful words, but chuckled lightly, "King Xiaoyao is lucky to have such a lovely wife."

"Yes." He Lanxue still responded lightly, her expression was so calm and dull, as if she was wearing a mask.

"It's rare to enter the palace once, please go to the Queen Mother." The person behind the curtain also ordered in a mask-like voice, and then got up to leave. Empty.

In the cold and silent hall, He Lanxue was still standing there. He didn't move, and Yiren naturally didn't move either. He just looked at the silent He Lanxue curiously and perplexedly, with his legs slightly bent—he just stood too straight. She is not feeling well.

"You go to your sister, the king is going to pay his respects to the queen mother." He Lanxue suddenly turned around after standing there for an unknown amount of time, said a word indifferently, and walked out quickly.

Yi Ren wanted to catch up, but stood for too long, suddenly moved, sprained his ankle, and fell behind He Lanxue.

When she walked out of the hall slowly, He Lanxue had disappeared, leaving her alone, standing in front of the tall steps, at a loss as to where to go.

"What an irresponsible man." Yi Ren sighed pretentiously, and decided to support himself and take a good look at this fairy palace.

As for Erin, it would be best if she met her, and she wouldn't regret it if she couldn't—besides, how would she know where Erin was?
Thinking in this way, Yi Ren's pace was much more leisurely, and he walked along the tree-lined path to the depths of the palace without rushing. Now the sun is bright, neither cold nor hot, and the golden sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves on both sides. Gently sprinkled down, Yiren walked more and more lazily, and the more she walked, the more she felt that it was better to sleep at home. She made up her mind, so she stopped walking, stopped in front of a luxuriant banyan tree, and squatted on the ground. In front of the tree, I was bored watching the ants crawling around the roots of the tree at first, and then the shape of the ants gradually became blurred, and the sun's light spots slowly moved obliquely, shining brightly on Yi Ren's body.

She began to doze off, her little head was like a chicken pecking at rice, one up, one up, one up, one down...

Yi Ren had a very strange dream.

In the dream, she returned to her previous life, standing in the courtyard of her home, looking at her long-lost parents in the room through the veil.

It was just a light swipe of the veil, and she couldn't see the faces of the people inside clearly, but only saw shadows everywhere, as if they were very close, but also very far away.

Yi Ren is a little confused about the feeling of today and what night, the real situation of the previous life.More like a dream.

The so-called past life is just a dream of this life, the dream of the second lady of the Yi family who stayed in the courtyard for 16 years.

When she was gradually falling in the dream, a clear sound of fighting suddenly came over, disturbing Yi Ren's nap.

She opened her eyes in a daze, and before she could figure out what happened, several masked men in heavy clothes had already rushed in front of her, half surrounding her, and one of the men who seemed to be the leader said in a hoarse voice: " There is a court lady here, first take her hostage!"

Yi Ren was startled, and then realized that the hostage they were talking about was herself.

A thought flashed in, and Yi Ren naturally planned to run away. She didn't want to be cannon fodder in an inexplicable fight—although in many movies and TV shows, a small person like her who has little influence on the country and the people is often used as cannon fodder material……

Even though she doesn't seem to pursue anything in life, she still doesn't want to die.

Such a warm sun and wind, such a life, even if it does nothing, is still worthy of nostalgia, isn't it?

Yi Ren is not the kind of person who is too lazy to even forget the consciousness of survival.

So, she's running.

The people behind chased after her. She ran too slowly, and was overtaken by others within a few steps.The sharp blade almost scratched behind her ear, and Yi Ren trembled in fright, let out a cry, and crouched down with her head in her arms.

It's just that the icy sword blade didn't strike as she expected, and what came to her ears was the 'Ping Ting' of the two swords striking each other.

Yi Ren let go of his hands covering his eyes, and looked up blankly at the man with the sword who appeared out of nowhere. The sun was shining brightly, shrouding the man in a halo.In the eyes, there is only a bright area, and the face and appearance cannot be seen clearly.

"Are you okay?" The voice was as bright as the sun.

Yi Ren shook his head and stood up slowly.

The visitor smiled in the brilliance, and asked Yi Ren with a smile, "Do you believe me?"

Yi Ren wanted to say 'do not believe', but he was too lazy to solve the situation in front of him, so he looked at him innocently, nodded heavily and said: "Believe", when he said this word, he blinked his eyes vigorously, To show their sincerity and determination.

The man smiled again, held her hand, and said softly: "Then close your eyes."

This request was not too much, Yi Ren quickly closed her eyes, the sudden darkness made her tightly hold the other's hand tightly.

Then, the man moved, like flying, leading Yi Ren's feet to spin around without dust, moving forward, backward, left, and right, and Yi Ren could only hear the crackling of weapons around him. In her ears, there was even the whirring sound of sharp weapons flying around. She closed her eyes tightly, not even daring to take a peek, while the man holding her was like a butterfly wearing flowers, leading her to face Kan escaped danger again and again, and occasionally put his arms around her waist, lowering her down or raising her up——Yi Ren somehow thought of Latin dance in the midst of such life and death.

She felt like she was about to become a dancer.

Not long after, the noise in my ears stopped, replaced by the whispers of the breeze blowing through the flowers.

"You can open your eyes." By the ear, he said with a smile.

Only then did Yi Ren carefully open a slit, and looked around. It seemed that there were no people with knives and guns, and then he opened his big eyes boldly: the people who besieged them before were all lying on the ground humming. Hum haw haw, the sound of pain.

"Eh..." Yi Ren wanted to sigh with emotion, thought for a while, and then said sincerely, "Huang Feihong is alive again."

"Who is Huang Feihong?" The visitor had already let go of his hand, and turned his head to look at her with great interest.

Yi Ren quickly shook her head, pretended to be silly and smiled, then turned her head and looked at the man who took her to 'dance'.

At the moment when she saw the person coming, Yi Ren almost blurted out the word 'He Lanxue', but as soon as the sun shone, she took the word back.

That person and He Lanxue did look very similar, but upon closer inspection, they didn't look alike at all.

Although the eyebrows and eyes are similar, but on He Lanxue's face, it is like peach blossoms in March.It was too bright to dazzle the eyes.But the person in front of him is like a sword drawn out of its sheath, equally dazzling, but not because of the brilliance, but because of the strong murderous aura on his body, and the heroic aura outlined by the hard and clear outline.

"Which palace are you from?" Seeing Yi Ren staring at him blankly, the man retracted the long sword into its scabbard and asked amusedly.

Before Yiren could answer, there was another sound of swift footsteps, and two teams of palace guards came in a hurry. When they saw the man, they fell to the ground and said in awe, "The slaves are ineffective, and the general is bothering you."

"It really deserves to be punished!" The person who had just said that he was laughing at Yan Yan suddenly sank his face, and even Yi Ren who was standing beside him could feel the deep pressure emanating from him: "The inner garden of the imperial palace can make these jumping clowns go on a rampage If it spreads out, won’t the foreigners want to laugh at us that there is no one in the Celestial Dynasty!”

Everyone was even more terrified, their heads were lowered, and they didn't dare to look at him at all.

"Forget it, it's the first time I've read you guys. This time, I won't pursue the matter. I'll take them down and question them carefully." Actually, it disappeared completely.

Yi Ren finally let out a breath.

The others also retreated in an orderly manner with the thieves who had been beaten to pieces as if they were about to receive an amnesty.

"Why are you still here? Don't you need to go back to the palace to be on duty?" After all the guards retreated, the man turned his head, saw that Yi Ren was still there, squinted his eyes, and asked curiously: "Did you hide in the palace just now?" Lazy here?"

Compared with the general who intimidated everyone just now, his appearance at this moment is really a different person.

Yi Ren thought about it seriously, and Fang replied: "To be precise, if there is no duty that needs to be completed, it is not considered lazy. At best, it is idle and lazy, not lazy."

The man was stunned when he heard the words, and then he laughed loudly, and asked while laughing: "You are definitely not from the palace, who are you?"

"I'm Yi Ren, who are you?" Yi Ren asked naturally.

"I'm He Lanqin." The man replied solemnly.

(End of this chapter)