Crazy! Crazy batch of chief ministers reduced to subordinates

The autumn air is crisp, and more people than usual come to Zuixian Tower for fun at night.

After Puran finished her work, she went up to the attic, where Lang Zhuo had been waiting for her for a long time, listening to music.

This attic was built by Bo Ran for Lang Zhuo and housed elegant music and dance. There was a large gourd-shaped incense burner placed in the center of the hall, and the dancers danced around the incense burner.

The smoke in the stove was misty, and Lang Zhuo could smell it, but it was not his favorite smell after all.

He was leaning on the couch, and the dancers were circling around in front of his eyes. He was dazzled, so he simply closed his eyes and fell asleep, but the sound of the music could still be heard.

Pu Ran came in with tea and saw that the dancer was sweating profusely from dancing. Master Lang didn't even notice, so he simply raised his hand and asked the dancer to leave first.

Originally, Lang Zhuo had not been to Zuixian Tower for quite a while. Only after the prince's selection of the crown prince was settled did he feel in the mood to come to Zuixian Tower.

Gradually, they came more frequently.

But every time he came back, he only talked about Sheng Le, King Sheng Le, and King Le Ping. Lang Zhuo didn't mention a word about the topics that Pu Ran was looking forward to.

Pu Ran accidentally asked a few tentative questions, but Lang Zhuo either ignored him or changed the topic.

She was also afraid that she would offend Lang Zhuo by pushing too hard, so from then on she always catered to him and talked about things he was interested in. As for the matter of marriage, she didn't dare to mention a word about it.

Once upon a time when Lang Zhuo said he wanted to get married, Pu Ran was secretly sad for a while, but later the matter was settled. Neither Ao Feng nor Qing Yang knew the reason. Of course, Pu Ran did not dare to ask, but she gradually became happy.

She gently put the tea on the table, used her hands to beat his legs gently, and asked softly: "This dance is not good, I won't let them dance in the future."

Lang Zhuo retracted his legs from Boran's hand, still closing his eyes, and said calmly: "You can jump or not."

Anyway, there were many people in the loft and it was lively. If they were too tired and didn't want to dance, that was fine. He didn't want to watch anyway.

Pu Ran curled up his palms in embarrassment and sat down on the soft cushion beside Lang Zhuo.

Lang Zhuo pinched the center of his brows, with a look of exhaustion on his face, opened his eyes and sat upright, saying: "Your Majesty's health is getting worse day by day, and King Leping is recruiting troops in the north again. If King Shengle can stop him, the prince will be crowned one day. Sheng Le can also take a piece of the pie from Dajing."

Pu Ran lowered his eyebrows and smiled softly: "Why doesn't King Shengle know the pros and cons? He can't believe you, sir. He can't see or touch these verbal interests. I'm afraid he has already reached an agreement with King Leping." trade."

Lang Zhuo put his hand on his forehead and laughed twice. The two laughs were mixed with the sweet music, making Bo Ran's hair stand on end.

She gave the luthier a look, and the music stopped suddenly. The luthiers stood up and quietly retreated holding their instruments.

Only Lang Zhuo and Bo Ran were left in the attic, and it suddenly became quiet.

Lang Zhuo said: "Tuoba Lang should have doubted me a long time ago. He is not a fool. Although their cooperation makes me a little troublesome, I am not completely helpless. I can catch all the snakes and rats in one nest."

Pu Ran asked sarcastically: "Do you have any specific plans, sir?"

Lang Zhuo raised his head and stared at her, his eyes slightly red, and said: "My strategy depends on the strategy of Tuoba Lang and Xiao Yi. You keep an eye on Baijin Smith Shop. If they make any move, kill them all." Don’t stay.”

Pu Ran's heart skipped a beat and he said hurriedly: "They won't! I'm careful not to let them block your master's plan. If there is no Baijin Smith Shop, your master will be cut off from Sheng Le."

Lang Zhuo's legs were numb from sitting, so he stood up, shook his head, and said, "You are in charge of them, and you have to make your own choices. I'm just giving you a warning."

Pu Ran nodded, and there seemed to be something hidden in her narrowed eyes. Seeing Lang Zhuo stand up, she also got up, but she got up in a hurry, and the soft cushion under her legs was tilted by her.

She thought for a long time and then said: "King Shengle sent someone to deliver a letter, saying that he would like to invite you to meet him in Baoding."

Lang Zhuo frowned, "When did it happen?"

Pu Ran whispered: "The letter was received half a month ago." She took out an envelope from her sleeve and handed it to Lang Zhuo. On the ephedra paper, there were the words Sheng Le written in circles.

Lang Zhuo was no stranger to these words. He took out the letter paper from the envelope, shook it open and read it. However, when his eyes fell on the word "Baoding", he looked a little uneasy.

Thinking that the prince had returned from Baoding, his mind was clear again.

He finished reading the letter, walked to the incense burner, opened the lid, and threw the envelope into the incense burner.

Pu Ran asked tentatively: "Sir, do you want to see him?"

Lang Zhuo slowly covered the incense burner, turned sideways and said calmly: "Since Tuoba Lang has the courage to run to Baoding, then please invite him to come to the capital to meet me."

Pu Ran pursed his lips and said happily, "Then I'm afraid he won't dare to come."

Lang Zhuo was very convinced and said: "Why doesn't he dare to come? He has the courage to collude with King Leping and covet the world of Dajing. If even the capital does not dare to come, then I can only look down on him."

Pu Ran said: "Then I will go and deliver the message."

At first, I was a little afraid to show the letter to Lang Zhuo, but now that I saw him swearing by it, I realized that I was worrying too much.

Lang Zhuo turned around and walked towards the case and said, "You prepare a pen and ink, and I will write it myself."

"Yes!"

Pu Ran quickly took out paper and pen and spread them out in front of Lang Zhuo.

Lang Zhuo dipped his pen in the ink, frowned slightly with his cold long eyebrows, thought for a moment, and then put the pen down on the paper.

Without further ado, I only invite Tuoba Lang, King of Shengle, to come to Beijing to talk about it.

Lang Zhuo finished writing the letter, picked it up from the desk and blew the wet ink gently before handing it to Puran and said, "You will send it out tonight."

"it is good."

Pu Ran received the letter and left. Lang Zhuo didn't eat much for dinner. When he saw the refreshments on the desk and was about to pick up one to taste, Ao Feng hurriedly chased after him: "My lord, my lord!"

Lang Zhuo was startled, "Why are you so flustered?"

Orfeng kept stroking his chest to calm his breath, and said stumblingly: "It's Second Miss, Xu, Second Miss, she said she wants to see you downstairs!"

With a sound, the tea in Lang Zhuo's hand fell into the saucer, and his whole body became stiff as if struck by thunder.

If you are in front of Zuixian Tower, you can see it from the attic window.

After a long while, Lang Zhuo remembered this, got up, walked to the window hurriedly, lowered his head and looked down.

Sure enough, there was a dusty carriage parked downstairs, and the person standing in front of the carriage was looking up. The moment his eyes touched, only one thought came to Lang Zhuo's mind - impossible!

After the prince arrived in Baoding, he set off back to the capital with Bei Sheng. He only received the letter this morning. The letter clearly stated that he could not reach the capital in eight or nine days.

But now the woman wearing a dark green cloak is standing downstairs. Did she fly back alone?

It was dark, and he couldn't see clearly what the other person's expression was like. He just stared at him without moving his eyes, without blinking his eyelids.

At that moment, Lang Zhuo felt horrified.

She looked clearly so peaceful, but he could see through her bright eyes the violent waves hidden inside.