Queen Flower

Get up the next day, except for Xiaoqing, the faces of the three of them are all tired, and there is a faint blue shadow at the moment.

Jiang Lan found that Wen Daolin looked as usual, while Shangguanhong looked at her like a knife when Wen Daolin was not paying attention, and was very cruel, as if to stab two holes in her. Only the little young man was still talking and laughing with Jiang Lan carelessly, and he didn't come to exclude her because of her master.

Jiang Lan felt a little uncomfortable. It was still a bit difficult to live under this kind of murderous vision, and she didn't know how long their master and servant would stay here.

She felt that she was really contradictory. On the one hand, she did not want to be looked down upon by others, and on the other hand, she did not want them to leave immediately. You know, they are Wen Daolin's last relatives, and they share the same roots as him. Wen Daolin has been looking for, isn't it his clan? When they are together, they will single-mindedly find the way to Zunguo. Their ideals and way of life are the same. In fact, they are the right people. They have a common goal, and no one will hold anyone back.

Moreover, it seems that Shangguan Hong is doing well in Nanman. She is a very capable woman, and she deserves to be the daughter of a high-ranking official. Maybe, she can take good care of Wen Daolin, and when he is with her, he will not be lonely, sad, and happy after he leaves.

It's like a strong man breaking his wrist, Jiang Lan is unsteady, and it is difficult to make a decision.

After a long time, Shangguan Hong finally returned to normal, and she looked at her as usual, no longer aggressive. She no longer said that Wen Daolin would go with her, nor that she would leave, so the master and servant stayed like this, but Wen Daolin did not drive them away.

Shangguanhong began to tell him all kinds of things about respecting the country, his parents, or his siblings. Whenever they talked about this, Jiang Lan would leave for excuses, or go out for a walk, or hide in the kitchen with Xiaoqing make food.

Jiang Lan didn't want to know about Zunguo. She actually had to live by it. She never wanted to know the specifics of this world. Even if she was in the Celestial Dynasty, her understanding of the Celestial Dynasty was very limited. Anyway, she would have to leave sooner or later. Strength to know what these do? As for Zunguo, even more lack of interest, this has disappeared, God knows where the road is, what does it matter to her. What's more, seeing them talking together, she always had a feeling of being outside, she felt that this was because she didn't have a sense of belonging to this world.

She was sitting in the woods in the back mountain, not wanting to go home. Biting the grass stalk in his mouth, his eyes stared blankly at the sky.

There was a person walking behind her, and Jiang Lan knew it was Shangguan Hong without her approaching.

She stood beside her, looking down at the woman in front of her, even if she was sitting on the ground, her mouth was extremely indecent and could not damage a half-beautiful woman, and the jealousy on her face disappeared in a flash.

"Xiling used to be the fourth prince of the country, and now he is the last prince. He is the hope of our country. Only he can regain the lost country." Shangguanhong said.

"It's not that you can't enter Zunguo, how can you take back the country?" Jiang Lan sarcastically.

"If you can't get in now, it doesn't mean you'll never get in. I will definitely find a way back," Shangguanhong's eyes shone brightly, "How can our great prince, who respects the country, indulge in the love of his sons and daughters, and even take care of the affairs of others. "

She squinted at Jiang Lan, "He will go to retake the country. This is his responsibility. And I will help him achieve great things by his side."

Her eyes were full of ambition and ambition, "I have made great achievements in Nanman over the years. Even a little servant by my side has power, and how can you help him?"

"What are you talking about with me, I'm just the master's apprentice, don't get me wrong." Jiang Lan's face changed a little.

"Are you misunderstood?" She snorted, "Don't you dare to act like this, it's really disappointing that women in your heaven are like this." She suddenly reached out, grabbed Jiang Lan's wrist and pressed it against the pulse gate, "Look , even the martial arts are so vulnerable."

Jiang Lan was shocked, she didn't expect that she would suddenly take action, and hurriedly stood up to get rid of it.

She let go of her hand and took two steps back, "Look, what help can you give him, even if the enemy takes the lead, maybe you are also a drag." She paused and glanced at Jiang Lan's unwilling expression , "Besides, aren't you the face of this alluring country? If you don't have this face, do you think he will still miss you?"

She walked away.

Jiang Lan stood there blankly.

If she is inferior to others, she admits it. This is very normal. She is just an ordinary house girl. She has only studied martial arts for two years, and she is not very hardworking. Of course, it cannot be compared with Shangguanhong's clear goals and hard work for decades. This doesn't hit her.

What really made her uncomfortable was the casual remark she made when she left. Strictly speaking, this face really wasn't her own, it was just Xiaoxi's golden finger. If he didn't have this face, would he still care about her? Just like in the 21st century, she works diligently and diligently every day. She is filial to her parents and loves her neighbors. However, at the age of 29, she is still alone.

Jiang Lan was confused, wandering in the woods, this time he really didn't want to go home. She neither wanted to see Shangguan Hong nor faced Wen Daolin, she just wanted to be alone.

As night fell, she was still sitting there motionless.

Wen Daolin searched for a long time before he found Jiang Lan leaning against the tree in a daze under a tree.

He walked over, "what's the matter, not going home so late to stay here?"

He looked at her blank face and wanted to pat her head. Jiang Lan turned his head quickly as if seeing a ghost.

Wen Daolin clapped his hands empty and stayed in the air for a while. He retracted his hand and put it beside him, his palm clenched into a fist.

Jiang Lan stood up, lowered his head and said nothing.

"You've been avoiding me for the past few days, what did I do wrong?" Wen Daolin finally couldn't help asking, "If it's because of Shangguan Hong, I won't go with her, and she'll be going back to Nanman. "

"No, you did nothing wrong." Jiang Lan stood a little further away, "I'm just, I'm just..."

"How are you?" Wen Daolin stepped forward and didn't let her stay away.

Jiang Lan was speechless, just how? She didn't understand either.

"Master, she's actually not bad, she's fine, you," Jiang Lan suddenly raised his head to look at Wen Daolin, and said firmly, "You might as well go with her."

Wen Dao's face was frosty and his voice was as cold as ice, "That's what you think, is this what you really think?"

Jiang Lan lowered his head and stood silently, unable to answer.

The sky slowly dimmed, the moonlight appeared faintly in the east, and the wind rustled through the branches, adding a bleakness to the quiet space.