In front of the palace hall, Yun Xiao stepped forward and lifted the curtain. Lan Suwan bowed and helped the woman out of the sedan chair and sat back into the wooden wheelchair.

"Master! Master!" A Zi rushed forward and grabbed the back of the wooden wheelchair: "Where is the eldest sister?"

Duanmu Jiexian signaled to General Manager Li, and listened to his journey far away, looking back towards A Zi. "When I was about to leave the palace, I ordered her to follow Commander Mu to pick up Lord Wen and escort him back to the house, and I should go back from time to time."

A Zi jumped up in shock when she heard this: "Wen Moran! That little white-faced official?! Why didn't A Zi know that the senior sister went to see him?!"

Lan Suwan shook her head and said angrily: "You can sleep so heavily on the horse's back. When the two times you rolled it down, your junior brother picked it up and threw it back on the horse's back. What can you know?"

"Ah?" A Zi pouted her mouth and said with a bitter face: "No, I want to pick up the senior sister back!"

Lan Suwan frowned instinctively: "Do you want to make trouble again and cause trouble?"

"No! A Zi is gone!" After saying that, the girl in purple jumped away, and her petite purple figure fell like a swan. She heard her shouting from afar: "It's the death prison we went to rob before, right?"

Yun Xiao was slightly stunned, Lan Suwan's face suddenly became very ugly: "You can also yell out this matter like this! You, you," the girl in blue had to shake her head again while she was hanging down.

The woman in the chair had a gentle look and said lightly: "Let's go back."

"Yes." Yun Xiao and Lan Suwan responded in unison and pushed the chair into the yard.

Luoyang East, Dali Temple Prison, the main entrance.

White clothes and red plums, jade fan tassels.

Mei Shuying looked at Wen Moran, who walked slowly out of Dali Temple in front of the Imperial Guard, and smiled slightly. "The previous meeting was too hasty, and I can finally say something well today."

Mei Shuying stepped forward and held Wen Moran, who was obviously thinner, and said: "Is Mo Ran blamed me?"

The writing and ink are scattered, and the expression is silence and soft.

"Are you referring to the origin of your relationship between you and me because I asked me to help Miss Ye Xueling to find someone? Or did I tell you that Lou Wuzhi and you didn't use it, or did you suffer the prison so much?"

Mei Shuying's eyes were light, her smile was slightly cool, and she felt bitter: "I still have the will of you to let the deputy head of Jingyun Pavilion leave this hidden danger to this young master who was frivolous back then."

Wen Moran said, "If I had not saved my foster father, I would have died in the yellow sand outside the border. How could I talk about that day today?"

With his hand stretched out and held Mei Shuying's hand, Wen Moran said calmly: "I, Wen Moran, have always been from Jingyun Pavilion, so how could I blame the Pavilion Master?" He looked up at the distance and said in a faint voice: "Besides, today is over, so Xiaoying doesn't have to take it to heart."

Mei Shuying couldn't help but shake her head, and the white wind blew. "Mo Ran, Mo Ran, do you know that if you don't scold me today, you will never have a chance in the future."

Wen Moran's eyes were silent. "Do you want to break off contact with me?"

Mei Shuying raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Mo Ran is not angry. If you retire and return home many years later, Jingyun Pavilion will still be your place to return."

Wen Moran looked coldly: "If I resign today and return to the field?"

Mei Shuying turned the folding fan in her hand, and her voice was cold. "I'm afraid Ye Zheng won't agree."

He turned his voice down and said, "Besides, you care about the court and the people's livelihood, how can you let go?"

"You insist on breaking up?"

Mei Shuying nodded with laughter: "Today is the last one, and the temple is in the future, and the two have nothing to do with each other."

The ink and the ink was shivering and stood still.

Mei Shuying let go of his hand to support him. She said lightly: "Lou Wuzhi is my friend in the world, so she did not use this plan. It is my fault that you have suffered a lot in prison."

Wen Moran whispered in a daze: "I hesitated when I was in prison that day, so I guessed this matter. I will only think that I don't know about it in the future, nor will I use it."

Mei Shuying smiled slightly when she heard this: "I said thank you for your words."

Wen Moran: "I know you are afraid that I will be in danger again because Jingyun Pavilion, so I will break up with me."

Mei Shuying knocked Wen Mo dyed her shoulders with a jade fan and wrote: "Since I know, don't tell me that I'm too useless, just respond."

Wen Mo Ran’s eyes were a little cold. “Yes.”

The man in white raised his lips and smiled: "From now on, you will have nothing to do with Jingyun Pavilion." After saying that, he raised his eyes and looked directly at Wen Mo Ran's eyes, turned his wrist and took the jade fan away from his shoulder.

He whispered softly: "Brother, take care of yourself."

The white clothes were shattered and turned around and left.

Wen Moran looked sad and turned to his back. "Little Shadow!"

Mei Shuying's footsteps have not stopped.

Wen Mo ran the words and said slowly: "After the death of my adoptive father and mother, what I am most worried about is that you must take good care of yourself."

The person over there raised his head slightly and nodded slightly. "Brother, too."

After saying that, he left with great strides.

Wen Moran looked into the distance silently, with a solemn and deep look.

"Mr. Wen, Liuyun was ordered to take the Lord back home and escort him on Yi Road."

The horse's hooves pedaled from afar, and the ink of the text raised his head when he heard the sound.

The long sword in green clothes and the green leaves are flying.

The woman in green accompanied the cavalry and turned over and dismounted with Mu Liuyun.

Wen Moran lowered her eyes and her eyes fell on her body unconsciously.

"Sir." Mu Liuyun went forward and called out, bowed and bowed.

Wen Mo responded with his chin, looking at the approaching woman, he was the first to call out: "Miss Ye"

Ye Luye held the sword and performed a gift. "Mr. Wen." She then said in a deep voice: "Ye Luye also came to escort the Lord back home."

Wen Moran looked at her, and his heart was slightly palpitations, and he responded in an instant: "Miss Xie Ye"

Mu Liuyun ordered people to carry the sedan chair forward and support Wen Mo to dye it into the sedan chair.

Before entering the sedan chair, Wen Moran subconsciously looked back at the woman in green. The latter stood beside her and looked at him in a daze.

The two people's eyes touched.

Wen Moran instinctively mixed his mind a lot, his cheeks suddenly turned red, and he lowered his head into the sedan chair.

The green leaves were slightly stunned, and the lower part was in a state of silence, drooping their eyes and quiet.

The pedestrians turned over and the horses, accompanied them with their sedan chairs, and headed to the Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion west of Luoyang.

The man in the sedan chair closed his hands and laid his knees flat. As the curtains fell faintly, he stared at the woman on the outside of the sedan chair, and his eyes were on the side of the sedan chair.

The flying catkins of willows in late spring seem to be the most beautiful scene.

Wen Moran suddenly had an impulse, looked at her, looked at her, left her, and told her

I want to marry a girl, but I wonder if Miss Ye is willing to marry her?

The five fingers were suddenly tightly clenched, wrinkled the clothes, and the eyes were light and quiet, deep and gentle.

"Sir, here."

Mu Liuyun slammed his horse and stepped forward to lift the curtain.

In front of the Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion, when Wen Moran came out of the sedan chair, Mu Liuyun said, "Liuyun has other important things, so I will turn back to the palace."

Ye Luye dismounted his horse and returned the horse to the cavalry camp. He stood in front of Wen Moran and watched Mu Liuyun lead the cavalry slowly away.

As if he noticed his sight, Ye Green Leaf turned to look at Wen Mo Ran.

The stone steps in front of the mansion are thick and thick, and the spring flowers on the streets are thick.

Although Wen Mo dyed his face with bright colors, he did not turn his eyes away this time. "Miss Ye."

Ye Luye lowered his head and was silent for a moment, and slowly walked to Wen Moran.

"My master could have taken action earlier because I deliberately concealed her from the valley in the cold winter. Lord Lue Wen suffered several months in prison. I hope to forgive me."

Wen Moran was stunned for a moment and replied subconsciously: "Nothing is wrong"

Ye Green Leaf nodded slightly, "So, Ye Green Leaf says goodbye."

The man in green turned around and walked away.

"Miss Ye."

Ye Luye turned back after hearing the call, and looked at his gaze quietly.

There are few passers-by in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion, green willows and red flowers are reflected, and the literary works are as if they are beaten with drums: "I have protected each other before, thank you Miss Ye"

Ye Green Leaf looked quiet, knowing that he was referring to the road back to Beijing, so he nodded slightly.

"Miss Ye, I"

"Senior Sister!"

A Zi suddenly rushed over from the other end of the long street: "I'm looking for you!"

Ye Luye turned to look at the little girl in purple who was jumping over, and frowned between her eyebrows: "If you don't stay by your master, why are you here to do?"

A Zi put her eyebrows down and walked up to hug Ye Luye's arm: "A Zi is here to pick up the senior sister back! It's not easy for someone to rush to kidnap my senior sister."

Ye Luye frowned: "What are you talking nonsense?"

Wen Moran's eyes were light and she suddenly took two steps back and stood far away on the stone steps in front of the door.

Ye Luye turned around and bowed to him with a sword again: "Sir, please go back home, Ye Luye said goodbye." After saying that, he turned around and left with A Zi.
To be continued...