The emperor's favorite useless concubine

Chapter 279
Someone called for a bid on the spot, wanting to keep this painting - such a beauty, it would be nice to hang it in the room and look at YY every day.

Naturally, He Lanxin didn't want to sell it. Seeing that there were too many onlookers, he first put the painting in his arms, then grabbed Yi Ren's hand, and slipped out through the crowd.

There were boos all around, benign and malicious.

He Lanxin ignored it, but the hand he was holding was, for some reason, so soft that he never wanted to let go of it for the rest of his life.

He remembered the throbbing just now, and his palms were sweating immediately.

Is it really exciting?

Is this the heartbeat?
But why there is no lightning and thunder mentioned in the book, I just feel at ease, like the fate formed in the previous life, and the debt paid in this life.

After they got out, the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed. He Lanxin dragged Yiren to a sparsely populated place, and then let go of her.

He said, "Don't think that if you draw a picture of me, it is my father. Maybe I look like my mother."

"...Fortunately, you don't look like your mother." Yi Ren stared at him for a moment, then patted her chest to rejoice.

He Lanxin rolled his eyes.Xiaolu speaks incoherently, and if he doesn't understand, just skip it automatically, don't pursue it.

If you pursue it, you will also get confused.

"Xiaolu, I want to ask you something, and you have to answer it seriously." The round moon slid across the sky, and the lantern festival in the distance was still full of people's voices and radiance, but He Lanxin became serious, holding the On Yi Ren's shoulder, the words were serious.

"I've always been very serious." Yi Ren was very wronged. These days, the truth seems to be a joke.

"Are you really... are you cousin's woman? Is it a concubine in the palace, or a maid?" He Lanxin didn't care about her identity at first, but now he suddenly does.He needs to know.

"I'm his aunt." Yi Ren replied very seriously.

He Lanxin couldn't help rolling his eyes again.

"I'm really his aunt, but he's more like my son." Yi Ren continued to answer honestly.

As soon as her words fell, a sneer came from beside her.

However, it definitely wasn't from He Lanxin, He Lanxin didn't have such a cold temper.

They turned around at the same time, only to see that Helan Tianan was wearing a gray robe, which blended into everything with the shadow of the bushes on the side, and his face was also vaguely covered, making it hard to see clearly.

"Brother Tian'an." He Lanxin continued to call him when he was a child, calling him affectionately and naturally.

Helan Tianan snorted again, with the same aura as that sneer, which made people feel chills in their hearts.

Yi Ren didn't realize it, seeing the two brothers were beside him, he smiled even more, walked over, pulled He Lan Tian'an out, and held each other, feeling confident.

Helan Tian'an was upset, and his face showed it with all his strength. He was about to get angry, but Yi Ren's attention was lost, and he pointed to the commotion in the distance and said, "Wow, could it be that the legendary throwing a hydrangea ball to invite relatives?" ?”

He Lanxin followed her line of sight to look there, and saw many people gathered around a high platform, which was tied with colored silk and hung with colorful lights. A veiled woman was holding a big hydrangea in the shadow of the lights. In front of the hydrangea, there are young talents with their heads up and their faces open, traffickers and pawns, and aunts and sisters-in-law who watch the fun.

I have heard of this kind of scene a lot, and I have seen it on TV a lot, but I have never seen it with my own eyes. Yi Ren became curious, let go of them, and ran over there.

He Lanxin wanted to catch her, but he leaned forward, and the painting in his arms fell down gracefully, Helan Tian'an had sharp eyes, grabbed it with his hands, and when he saw it clearly, he frowned slightly and asked, "Who painted it? "

The painter clearly has affection for the person in the painting, and the affection flows from the gentle outline, which is breathtaking.

And the eyebrows and eyes of the person in the painting are distinct, which is He Lanxin's appearance.

Helan Tianan's mind sank.

"It's a small road." He Lanxin was a careless person, besides, this painting didn't represent anything at all.

Helan Tian'an heard the words, with a strong hand, the snow-white rice paper left and crumpled into a ball, and he was about to repeat the fate of the blue and white porcelain tea cup. He Lanxin is not easy to mess with, he was trained by Lu Chuan since childhood The reaction force came into play immediately, he pointed to the sword with his right hand, and pressed Helan Tianan's wrist, loosened his grip slightly, and the rice paper floated into the air again.

Helan Tian'an was extremely angry, no one dared to really attack him when he grew up so big.

Looking at He Lanxin's expression again, leisurely, with the other hand, he retrieved the painting from the air and stuffed it into his arms again.

However, just put it aside, Helan Tian'an has already rushed over, and he shot like lightning, locking He Lanxin's throat, it was a deadly move.

He Lanxin was calm and unhurried, with his heels back and his body bent back into a beautiful arc. The sharp palm wind slid across his cheeks, cutting off the hair beside his cheeks.

Helan Tianan was still waiting to continue his move, but He Lanxin stretched out his hand lazily, pinching his veins.

The two stood like this.

"If you want to beat me, practice for another few hundred years." He Lanxin is not someone who likes arrogance, this is the truth.

Thinking about it makes sense, Helan Tian'an has been learning tactics since he was a child, and the person who taught him martial arts is definitely a master in the field, and he can't match Lu Chuan's cultivation. He Lanxin has been studying in the valley for 15 years. It is not uncommon for his martial arts to be much higher than his.

Helan Tianan's face turned red and then white, and after a while, he shook off his hand.

He Lanxin patted the front of his clothes, as if nothing had happened, Shi Shi ran after Yi Ren.

Looking at his back, Tianan suddenly felt chilled.

Is this cousin really as simple and indifferent as he appears?

He just doesn't want to fight now, if one day he changes his mind, with his relationship with He Lanqin, his status as the former prince, and even his two famous masters, how should he guard against it?
Thinking about it, Helan Tianan's eyes once again had a killing intent, as strong as the night.

On the other side, He Lanxin had already caught up with Yi Ren, the moon was in the middle of the sky, the lights were blurred, and Yi Ren was in the crowd, like a faint luminous body, capturing all his sight.

He wanted to lean over, but at this moment, the crowd suddenly became noisy, and the veiled woman weighed the hydrangea in her hand, and was about to throw it into the crowd.

All intentional and unintentional people stretched out their arms at the same time, yelling "this way" and "this way".

Yi Ren didn't follow and just stood in the middle with a smile on his face, which was clear and bright, blending with the joy around him.

He Lanxin smiled slightly.

The hydrangea was thrown out, rising and falling in the eyes of everyone with dazzling light.

He Lanxin's gaze finally moved away, and when he looked up again, he was startled: Why did the hydrangea fall on him?

Before he could think about it, he looked back and forth, saw Helan Tianan approaching from a distance, and hurriedly stepped back, flicking his sleeves lightly, the hydrangea seemed to be exerting force, and hit Helan Tianan directly in the face. past.

(End of this chapter)