Allure of the World

    "I called Uncle Zhou to open the door," Tian Ming stepped forward.

    "No need. Go back and ask Linglong to send the best carbon, some more winter clothes, and then bring the white fox fur coat. Everything is provided as she was there. Tell Linglong. If you are neglected, you will be killed."

    After Ling Chen finished speaking, he turned and walked towards his study.

    How come you unknowingly walk to Chenxiang Garden? Ling Chen's eyes filled with anger.

    He didn't really think about how to treat Lan Ling. I didn't expect it to be so troublesome when I married her.

    She is not a docile woman, she always loves to choke with him, with her, love and hate are very strong.

    He was infatuated with her, infatuated with her like a little fighting cock, infatuated with her unreserved love, or hatred, and also infatuated with her body.

    The more Ling Chen thought about it, the more angry he became.

    He didn't want her to fall in love with him, and he didn't want to fall in love with her, it would be very troublesome.

    His cavalry battalion was destroyed by Lancheng, and of course Lancheng obeys Lanjingtian.

    He and her father, Lan Jingtian, will have a fight sooner or later.

    When that day comes, she will surely die. He didn't want to embarrass himself.

    Women, there are many.

    He has a virtuous main concubine and a gentle side concubine. If he wants, he can have many women.

    How could he like such a self-righteous woman?

    Since Madam Hui's child slipped, Ling Chen had been sleeping in the study.

    Tian Ming looked at Ling Chen's lonely figure and sighed.

    When Mrs. Ling was there, although she often made the master angry, the old and quiet heart of the master became a lot alive, and everything became very interesting. Those eyebrows and eyes were never seen before. , Even when he was with Wen Heng, he didn't have that kind of expression.

    Master often thinks of her, every time he thinks of her, the corners of his mouth rise, and there is a smile in his eyes, although he does not admit it.

    Linglong hadn't seen Lingchen for many days, and hearing Tian Mingchuan's words today, Linglong's face flushed red.

    "Can I see the Lord? I have something to say to the Lord." Linglong prayed.

    "What do you mean? What do you mean?"

    Tian Ming has gone far.

    Lan Ling returned to the Ziyi Pavilion, and Huo Jingyun bandaged her wound.

    "Don't go out these days, how come you are so scarred!"

    Lan Lingguo really stayed in the house and did not go out. She couldn't lift herself up and was not interested in anything.

    I escaped from Prince An’s mansion in sadness, why can’t I still feel happy?

    What do I want? Lan Ling tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

    In the past few days, it has been snowing heavily and the wind is cold. Lan Ling is in the bed and does not go out for a few days.

    The streets of Yuncheng were filled with gongs and drums.

    Lan Ling heard the sound of gongs and drums, and ran out in a purple cloak.

    She stood on the steps facing the street, watching the soldiers of Daxing pass by.

    She saw him too.

    He is so striking.

    The young man was tall and straight, holding a long sword, sitting on the back of a horse, and wearing black armor.

    The cold wind blew through the corners of his clothes, and even the flying black hair looked so heroic.

    Han Zhitao and Fan Xing followed. Then followed Tian Ming, Gu Fan, and Yang Shuo.

    Lan Ling stared at him, trembling slightly, is this man my husband? Why are you so far away from me?

    The steed made a disturbing neigh.

    He's on the battlefield! Lan Ling's heart trembled, he just left? what is this?

    He seemed to feel something, riding on a black military horse, with a tall and heroic body.

    His sharp eyes passed through the crowd and fell on the woman standing on the steps with tears on her face.

    She stood there alone, her hair fluttering in the wind, and her palm-sized face became thinner again.

    Intertwined in staring at each other.

    Ling Chen suppressed his thoughts of rushing over to hug her, turned his head indifferently, and led his army away slowly.

    Everything is unknown. Whether he will come back alive or not is unknown. What is waiting for him when he comes back? This time, when King Ning pretended to be sick, Lan Jingtian requested an order to recapture the rebels in Yecheng. In that small town in Yecheng, he still used his Grand Marshal to go out in person?

    Thinking of Lan Jingtian, Ling Chen closed his eyes, and threw the shadow of Lan Ling's tears out of his mind!

    The news of Ziyi Pavilion came faster than in the palace.

    Lan Ling has been by Huo Jingyun's side all this time.

    Huo Jingyun has the latest battlefield news.

    "An Wang broke the Nine Mountains," "An Wang recaptured Cangzhou," "An Wang was prevented from going to his home village!"

    ….

    Liang Hongxiu never felt so depressed, Lan Ling followed Huo Jingyun like a tail.

    "Senior brother, has Ziyi Pavilion always cared about the government?" Lan Ling was burning the stove in Huo Jingyun's study, watching him read all kinds of news seriously.

    "Purple Cloud Pavilion is in Yuncheng, so naturally you have to care about the important affairs of the court, otherwise how can you stand?"

    "Master!" Liang Hongxiu came in with a bag of sugar-fried chestnuts, "I'll eat it for you! It's just fried."

    Huo Jingyun looked at it, "Let's eat with Linger."

     "Master, today Laba, shall we go out for porridge?"

    Huo Jingyun looked up at Lan Ling. Lan Ling nodded.

    Liang Hongxiu looked at Lan Ling: "Aren't you going to recuperate?"

    "Otherwise, I won't go." Lan Ling was very sensible, she saw that Liang Hongxiu didn't like her, and Liang Hongxiu liked Huo Jingyun.

    "Red sleeves! Lan Ling has been in Yuncheng for so long, and I haven't had a good look at this city." Huo Jingyun glanced at Liang Hongxiu.

    The best porridge shop in Yuncheng is on West Street.

    Lan Ling wanted preserved egg porridge, Huo Jingyun wanted lotus seed porridge, and Liang Hongxiu wanted chestnut porridge.

    Three diners passed by, Lan Ling smelled a faint strange smell. She looked up.

    A lame man, a scholar, and a dark-faced man. They are sitting not far from them.

    The scholar was staring at Lan Ling.

    Lan Ling lowered his head and took a sip of the preserved egg and lean meat porridge in front of him.

    "Is there anyone you know?" Huo Jingyun asked in a low voice.

    "No."

    "It's okay, let's drink." Huo Jingyun filled Lan Ling and Liang Hongxiu again.

    "Since you came, we always encounter accidents every time we come out! Even drinking porridge is not peaceful!" Liang Hongxiu complained.

    "Red sleeves, shut up!" Huo Jingyun saw Lan Ling's unease and scolded in a low voice.

    "This **** is the famous lame Zhang." Liang Hongxiu whispered.

    "Yes, these three people are not simple, it seems that something big will happen in Yuncheng recently." Huo Jingyun frowned.

    "Lan Ling, have you brought your clear medicine?" Huo Jingyun asked suddenly.

    Lan Ling was shocked,

    Is this porridge drugged?

    Lan Ling reached out and took the medicine from his pocket, stuffed it into the mouths of Huo Jingyun and Liang Hongxiu, and ate one himself.

    The strong wind came from behind, Lan Ling raised his head, and the three people next to him charged with swords, swords and swords, and the cold light was threatening.

    Lan Ling was shocked and stepped back a few steps, leaning against the wall, the sword has arrived!

    Several harsh voices, the sword that pierced them was intercepted by life.

    One person clamped Lan Ling by the waist, and the sound of fighting was all over his ears.

    "You go first!" Someone pushed them. Lan Ling looked for Huo Jingtian in a trance, he was already awake, holding a blunt sword and entangled with the lame man.

    The black-faced man and the scholar chased after him. Lan Ling was hugged and jumped outside.

    The back chase was tight, the scholar used an iron fan, and the edges of the fan were full of spikes.

    Blue felt a warm liquid dripping onto his face, and when he touched it, it was blood.

    "You're hurt!" She still couldn't see the person holding her.

    He simply carried her on his shoulders and ran faster.

    The two chased so fiercely that they had no chance to breathe.

    "Don't talk! They want to catch you!" When the man spoke, Lan Ling's heart tightened.

    "What are you! You let me down."

    It is Ning Wang Lingfeng. He is not his original appearance, he has changed his face.