Madam is the super darling of Lord Quan

After waiting for Yang Bing to wake up, he knew that his legs and feet were useless. He didn't have any words and lay on the bed in silence.

That pair of decadent give up, depressed appearance, let LAN ruogan feel guilty and uneasy, pain.

She fell on her knees in front of his bed with a thump, and her words trembled. "Yes... I'm sorry, uncle Yang. It's my fault... It's all my fault... It's my fault... Uncle Yang... If it wasn't for me..."

"Miss, please don't do that. I can protect your sister and brother. I'm worth it all my life."

"I... uncle Yang?"

"Miss, please go out first. I want to be alone."

"Good..."

LAN Ruo Wan stood up and ran out with her mouth covered.

Yang Bing hammered his legs hopelessly and helplessly. On his honest and steady face, he left tears, "commander, i... I can't take care of young master and young lady any more... I'm ashamed of your entrustment..."

LAN Ruo Wan is powerless to walk in this mansion.

This should have been her happiest and happiest home!

But now it's full of pathetic, full of endless desolation.

Filled with a heavy fog of sadness that could not be dispelled, those were her closest people!

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The dinner in the evening was served by Hu ma.

When LAN Ruo Wan saw it, it was sour again.

After dinner, aunt Xiu takes care of LAN ruofeng and LAN ruoting.

But Hu Ma and LAN Ruo Wan said: "Miss, Yang Bing said that she would find two more guards tomorrow, otherwise, no one would protect Miss young master!"

Blue if Wan, that apricot eye is suffused with red, light point head, "good, I know"

After everything was sorted out, Hu Ma went to bed.

She went out to look at the dark sky, endless thinking and sadness.

Today's rain did not come down, but she felt that her heart was drenched with piercing eyes.

She stroked the cold marble platform. It was damp and cold, and the ground was covered with tiny moss. Round stones were piled up to lead to the red carved corridor. The darkness of the night was like a curtain, so she could not see any light.

She brushed her hands gracefully from the back of her cheongsam and then sat on the round stone chair.

There are no stars in the sky. Some of them are just dark clouds one after another. Fortunately, there is a moon. It shines on the earth with the only light it can survive. It is as holy as a fairy.

When did LAN Ruo Wan come back to her room?

She forgot. She just had a cough when she woke up in the morning. I think it was the cold wind yesterday!

She washed quickly and went to the hall.

LAN Ruo ting and LAN Ruo Feng have finished breakfast. Aunt Xiu sent them to school.

Hu Ma scooped up a portion of rice porridge again, took the corn cake in the steaming stump and handed it to her. She looked worried, "Miss, why did you get up late today? What's wrong with your body? "

LAN Ruo Wan shakes her head indifferently, but her eyebrows are tired, and even her throat is dry and uncomfortable. When she can't help it, she coughs slightly.

"No, miss. You should take good care of yourself. Otherwise, how can I explain to the commander's wife?"

Said, Hu Ma red eyes, miss these days of hard work, she saw in the eyes, pain in the heart ah!

She is really distressed!

Miss, where have you ever done these trifles before?

What kind of rough work have you done?

Which need to be involved in these details of life?

How can you eat these corn cakes, small rape, these coarse grains?

LAN Ruo Wan put down her chopsticks and held Hu Ma's wrinkled hand. She held her spirits and made herself look the same as in the past. "Hu Ma, don't worry about me. I'm fine, but I have a dry throat. I'm not sick."

"I'll pour some water for miss."

LAN Ruo Wan stopped her, "it doesn't matter, Hu ma. I can come by myself. Did you send uncle Yang's breakfast?"

"It's already delivered. Don't worry too much, miss. Yang Bing will figure it out."

LAN Ruo nodded and lowered her head naturally, eating breakfast.

In fact, how could she not be worried?

How far can one despair?

Perhaps, silence is greater than death, that kind of silent grief alone, is the most painful in the world.

After she finished eating, she went to see Uncle Yang again, then went back to her boudoir, took out some ocean and put it in her first clip.

Eurya with this white daisy embroidery head clip out.

"Where are you going, miss?"

A rickshaw stopped in front of her, and the driver looked honest and honest.

"I want to know where there is a guard here..."

"Miss, do you want to buy a guard? I know where. I can take you

"OK, thank you"

The coachman pulled her to the south of the city before stopping.

LAN Ruo Guan got out of the car, turned out a piece of Ocean from the first clip and handed it over.

The coachman immediately waved his hand, "no, no, no, miss, it's too much. I only need forty money."

LAN Ruo Guan still handed it over, "please wait for me for a while, I'll take your car back later."

The coachman took the ocean and stopped by the side of the road to wait.

LAN Ruo Guan walks into the compound, which is like a shopping mall.

There are several different combinations of two or three storey buildings in the compound.

And there's a sign on every floor.

It is similar to the expression of the servants, guards, bodyguards and thugs who sell or rent in the building.

LAN Ruo Guan hesitates, choosing the guard of the house? Or a stronger hitter?

At this time, an extremely luxurious dark blue car in the back kept honking. LAN Ruo Wan found that she was standing in the middle of the two buildings, blocking the way of others.

She walked to the left side of the road, stood by the side of the road, bowed slightly to express her apology, dressed in a light blue knitted cheongsam, and vividly outlined the charm of the cheongsam. She matched it with white buckles and shallow heels. Her hair was all rolled up, and fixed with a blue hairpin. There were some broken hair in front of her forehead, which was blown by the wind. Her small face was white and flawless, and her apricot eyes were low, which looked like a lotus, It's like Mei's aloofness and coldness. Standing there, the beauty can't be ignored.

Man inadvertently glanced at it, just like the tip of his heart was brushed by a soft feather, trembling and itching.

The soldier who had just honked his horn looked back respectfully: "marshal, here it is."

The man stepped out of the car, wearing a dark green uniform, black boots, a black belt and a dark green cap. The wall of the cap is red, the brim is black, and the middle is the highest standard warlord cap emblem.

The man's face is cold and stiff, showing a little ruffian. His eyebrows are strong, the bridge of his nose is high, and his lips are thick and thin. He steps into the building without hesitation.