Seeing Ye Zhilan ignore him, Sheng Liunian smiled, "Okay, okay, okay, when I didn't ask, but the leaves outside are almost gone. Why are you, the big Buddha, the imperial capital?" After asking, he suddenly realized and asked and answered, "Oh, by the way, you have to attend my sister's wedding banquet. You will leave after attending it. A five-year appointment. I don't know who you made an appointment with, Qingfeng, Mingyue, Ruixue, or between the top of the mountain.

A dead soul?”

Ye Zhilan's eyes instantly darkened.

"The passing years!" Sheng Yuehua frowned.

Sheng Liunian smiled and shook the fan, not afraid at all.

Ye Zhilan finally said in a cold voice: "Your Majesty chooses a female history to enter the palace in the Winter Solstice. If you have nothing to do, please help him see."

Sheng Liunian's identity is not a secret in Ye Jinghao's side. Ye Jinghao's mother is Princess Jin'an's maid. They are cousins ​​and their relationship is naturally close.

Sheng Liunian asked back: "Let me go and help His Majesty check, why don't you go and see it yourself? This is also a big deal for His Majesty?"

Ye Zhilan did not answer this question. Sheng Liunian said, "I really can't see through you. At that time, I thought that the Biyue Mountain is more important than everything. Now that the Biyue Mountain is in the hands of Your Majesty, you don't think it's important anymore. The shopkeeper who is shaking his hands will leave as he says. You won't go down the mountain for a big thing.

What's there? There's nothing, even if you go there for another ten or twenty years, there won't be any change. If you know you'll fall to this point, would you still do that?"

Ye Zhilan still won't answer his questions.

In recent years, Ye Zhilan has spoken less and less. But Sheng Liunian is a person who talks a lot and is not afraid of death. He laughed and laughed and mocked him, "The dignified uncle, Prince Huang, has become a widower at a young age. I think he will talk to His Majesty the other day, and I will re-open the strings for your uncle. This Princess Yong is not the position of

Can you stay empty all the time?"

At this moment, Ye Zhilan did not remain silent anymore.

A pair of indifferent long eyes looked at Sheng Liunian with dark eyes, "I suddenly felt that marriage may not be a bad thing. Duanmuying, the fourth princess of the Shen Kingdom, is of the right age. What do you think if you send you to the Shen Kingdom?"

He opposed sending the princess to marry, and did not oppose sending the brothers to marry.

"Duanmuying, Duanmuying and I are half-siblings, uncle, it's not good to do this, right?" Sheng Liunian's smile was a little dry.

"Nothing is wrong," Ye Zhilan said lightly: "Since you are so idle, why not do something useful for Biyue."

Sheng Liunian closed the fan and rubbed his nose, "Although I like beauty, I haven't been so crazy that I got along with my own sister, when it comes to marriage, I think of Murong Zheng."

Sheng Liunian raised her eyes and curled her lips and smiled, "Uncle, why didn't you kill Murong Zheng?"

Murong Zheng and Xiao Yue went to Chen Kingdom and didn't even have a chance to come back. Xiao Yu detained the person, but in a blink of an eye, he did not let Murong Zheng leave half a step in five years.

However, Xiao Yue is Ye Zhilan's person. If Ye Zhilan wants Murong Zheng to die, it will be just a matter of one sentence. But Murong Zheng has lived well in Shen Country until now.

This is intriguing.

Ye Zhilan looked at Sheng Liunian with his pupils silent, "What do you want to say?" "Didn't my uncle's principle always be to eradicate the roots? The Murong family has been in the prosperity of the wealthy family to the present. Murong Mingzhu died, Murong Gong died, Murong Shang died, Murong Jiao, why didn't my uncle just kill Murong Zheng? Could it be that

, is it confession, guilt, or "

"Enough," Ye Zhilan raised his eyes and looked at Sheng Liunian coldly, "I don't want to hear some things." "Okay, okay," Sheng Liunian stretched and said with a smile: "My uncle doesn't want to hear them, then I won't say anything. If you let my sister and Murong Jiao get married at this time, you are actually holding a glimmer of hope. What if Murong Mingzhu is not dead, she must have

It will appear, but if Murong Mingzhu doesn't appear, you should give up, right?"

Ye Zhilan suddenly narrowed her eyes.

"When I didn't say anything," Sheng Liunian shrugged, "I didn't say anything, I didn't say anything."

Ye Zhilan looked at him coldly, turned around and left.

Sheng Yuehua breathed a sigh of relief and punched Sheng Liunian again, "You are too brave! What a shame!

"Sister," Sheng Liunian curled her lips and smiled, "It's not that I'm brave, but I can't stand it. A woman loves him wholeheartedly and believes in him, but he ruins everything she cares about, relatives, family, and even the last life Murong Mingzhu dies

After so long, someone always has to say something for her, otherwise, wouldn’t she die with her eyes open?"

Sheng Yuehua couldn't help but sigh as she looked at Sheng Liunian's smile.

He lingers in the flower world, and seems to be the most affectionate person in the world, but in fact, he values ​​true love more than anyone else.

"No matter what, Murong Mingzhu is the taboo of the prince. If you always do this, it is hard to guarantee that the prince will not get angry." Ye Zhilan is not angry, which does not mean that he has no temper. "Don't worry," Sheng Liunian smiled indifferently, "My uncle will not do anything to me even if he gets angry. I am his relative. He cares about it, but he can kill other people's relatives without any mercy. Sister, you say, this is right

Is it?"

"I don't know," Sheng Yuehua said lightly, "The Sheng family is loyal to the old prince and princess of that year. Even if the prince kills the world, the Sheng family will support him. Besides, he has not killed Murong Jiao, so what else can I be dissatisfied with." "If he doesn't kill Murong Jiao, he needs a Murong family to support this shell. Even if someone has changed the head of the shell, you are still stupid and like Murong Jiao, but what about Murong Jiao? You know that you and your uncle have conspired to kill his brother and sister,

Will you still look at you in your life? Sister, Is it worth it for you and your uncle to get a soulless body and the other to get a half-width of residual soul? In my opinion, neither you nor your uncle got any good endings."

"I'm going to get married soon!" Sheng Huayue retorted.

"Get married?" Sheng Liunian smiled, "I hope that on the day of marriage, I will see Murong Jiao, alone, but I can't get married."

After saying that, he smiled and walked out staggeringly, "I won't come back tonight. If you have something to do, go to Huanyan Pavilion to find me."

Sheng Yuehua looked at Sheng Liunian's back as she left, and couldn't help but lower her eyelashes to cover her eyes with helplessness and sadness.

The marriage between Sheng Yuehua and Murong Jiao spread all over the country.

After all, one is the eldest daughter of the Sheng family, a former widow.

The other one is almost the only seed of the Murong family, and the dead little sister is also a princess.

Within a few days, the imperial capital became lively, and no one dared not to come if they received the invitation.

Feng Youran sat on the second floor of the Taotao Board, with a glass of wine in front of him and another glass in front of the empty table opposite him.

The windows were wide open, the autumn wind blew in, the bead curtains shaking, but the people who used to sit there were nowhere to be seen.

"I should have come early, but you know, I can't help myself." Feng Youran held the wine glass, looked at the chair opposite the other side, and said to himself, "The success and the defeat of the enemy, since ancient times, we have a trick of one game, and we lose without regrets. If we want to die, we will die. If we dare to do that, we will not be afraid of death, but I didn't expect that

, besides life and death, you have also paid such a heavy price.”

He lowered his head and sneered, and drank the wine in the glass. Feng Youran picked up the wine pot and poured himself wine. "Ming Xiaozhu, I regret it a little, I regret it very much." He drank it one cup after another, his mouth was bitter and his eyes were hot. Feng Youran stood up, walked to the chair, and gently stroked it, "It's been five years, I miss you so much, but you didn't even have a dream. Are you angry that I didn't see you?

You are the most stingy, and you are reluctant to waste a piece of copper. You have worked hard for so many years to maintain this family, but do you know that all this is a conspiracy?

"The man you love tries every means to harm you. The people you care about die tragically because of this. The family you want to protect is also divided. Are you willing to do so?"

"Murong Mingzhu, are you willing to do it? What's the point of death! How can you die!"

"You shouldn't die, you should live, let the people who harm you pay the price!"

The gentle wooden chair under his command could not speak and could not replace Murong Mingzhu to answer any questions she had.

Feng Youran laughed mockingly, walked to the window with a wine glass, and could vaguely see a corner of the attic of the Murong family in the distance.

The Murong family is still the same Murong family, but Murong Mingzhu will never come back.

He raised his glass to drink all the wine in his hand, Feng Youran inevitably smiled bitterly, and then there was a long silence.

Zhuque Street was bustling and bustling, and she stood on the second floor and saw clearly.

A carriage drove not far away, with silver-white tassels hanging on all sides of the carriage.

Feng Youran narrowed his eyes and could tell who the carriage belonged to at a glance.

The carriage drove slowly to the downstairs of the Taoyuan Bureau. Feng Youran loosened his fingers and the wine glass in his hand fell straight down.

He fell in front of the carriage with a bang, splitting.

The driver tied the reins and looked up and saw a rainbow shadow falling from the sky.

The graceful woman's veil was negative, standing in front of the carriage, her eyes surging, and she was really charming.

Feng Youran looked at the frame and smiled slightly, "I'm so sorry, I accidentally dropped the wine glass and disturbed the prime minister. It's a sin, a sin."

The man driving the car looked at Feng Youran and narrowed his eyes, "Since you know it's Xiangye's car driver, let go."

Feng Youran had seen Zhi Ge a long time ago, and knew that his martial arts skills were extremely high, and he also knew who the person in the carriage behind Zhi Ge was.

His Majesty is here to personally invite him to the door, and he is the youngest prime minister in a hundred years and the world's number one talent Zilan Qingruo.

Before Feng Youran entered the imperial capital, he had already heard the wind and was promoted to a hundred officials under thirty. Throughout history, there was only one Lan Qingruo.
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