"..." Feng Youran was not only drunk, but also laughed. At the end of her laughter, wet tears burst out from the corners of her eyes.

Her forehead was pressed against Lan Qingruo's shoulders, and she smiled and said, "Lan Qingruo...Lan Qingruo...You are my catastrophe...my love catastrophe...my death catastrophe...ha..."

She regretted it.

Really regret it.

What price should I pay to find my lost heart when I first met him.

The laughter became lower and lower, and the wind fell into his arms and fell asleep.

Lan Qingruo looked down at her hanging head, and picked her up with a little force.

Walk to the bed, put the person on the bed, and pull the quilt.

The wind is scattered with a bun, and handfuls of black hair on the snow-white bed look like a waterfall. It has a breathtaking beauty. Her cheeks are blushed after being drunk, and her eyelashes are faintly filled with water vapor. She is pitiful and charming.

If Lan Qing were not blind, he had said that he could see Feng Youran's beauty, and he did not deceive Feng Youran, and he could indeed see it.

Not only can you see her beauty, but also her pride, her intelligence, her affection and her persistence.

When the summer flowers are bright when they smile, it seems that they want to wipe away all the colors in the world and bewildering the whole country.

He could see all of these, but...

Lan Qingruo stood up, took off a jade pendant from her waist, and used some strength to break the jade pendant into two pieces, and a pitch-black pill rolled down from the interlayer of the jade pendant.

Crush the pill, and the strange aroma covered the wine fragrance and instantly spread throughout the room.

A moment later, a figure rushed into the window and knelt on one knee, "Young Master."

Lan Qingruo walked a few steps towards the door, turned to look at Feng Youran, who was sleeping peacefully on the bed, and walked out of the door without hesitation.

As the room was locked up again, Feng Youran slowly opened his eyes.

A trace of beautiful eyes, but there is no drunkenness.

She had a physique that was not drunk for a thousand cups, and Lan Qingruo was also someone who would not stay for her for a moment.

Slowly turned over, Feng Youran curled up in the quilt, unable to help trembling in autumn... It was so cold...

...

Ye Ziluo came out of the prime minister's mansion and looked extremely ugly.

He realized what an old fried dough stick is, Lan Que is simply a person who doesn’t have enough food to get into.

No matter what he said or how he said, Lan Que could distract the topic.

He didn't want Lan Qingruo to be involved, but he couldn't tolerate it!

The next morning, Ye Ziluo went out to Hanyang Academy.

Since Lan Que’s level cannot be completed, he simply went to find Lan Qingruo!

Is he the most talented man in the world? He is just a hard-working student. Can he be more difficult than Lanque?

Ye Ziluo made up his mind and went to Hanyang Academy like this.

Hanyang Academy is a holy place for all literati. Even if Ye Ziluo is the prince, he still has to walk up the mountain. When he reaches the gate of the mountain, Gong Yetu and his men have already been waiting for the journey.

"Student Gong Yetu met King Nanling." Gong Yetu bowed to the students of Hanyang Academy.

Ye Ziluo smiled slightly and replied, "I have always loved talents. Hanyang Academy is a place where people from Biyue are full of talents. You don't need to ceremonies. Regarding talent and knowledge, I should ask you for advice."

Gong Yetu smiled, "The prince's love of talent is very admirable. I wonder what the prince is going to visit the academy today?"

"I came here to see Mr. Lan."

"It's a coincidence that the prince wants to see Mr. Lan. Mr. Lan has been closed and no longer seen guests a few months ago, and the students dare not bother him."

This is the first time Ye Ziluo has been turned away from the door. If it were someone else, he would have turned his back on his face and scolded him. At Hanyang Academy... he would have to be more tolerant.

Gong Yetu was actually helpless. No matter how high the status of Hanyang Academy is, he shouldn't leave a prince of the government outside, but what can he do... Lan Qingruo was taken away by Shuiyue for several months. Hanyang Academy has kept the secret, and no one knows that Lan Qingruo is actually not in the academy at all.

Lan Qingruo is a saint in the eyes of students. Saints and famous prostitutes must not be tied together. Lan Qingruo is not in the academy and must not be known by outsiders.

Not to mention that Ye Ziluo is here today, even if His Majesty comes in person, he cannot be put in easily.

The pride of a literati cannot be trampled on!

Gong Yetu had already made up his mind. Ye Ziluo didn't know there was a routine here, so he said angrily: "I am the same as Mr. Lan's grandfather, and I have also met Mr. Lan when I was young. He said he was a guest... It would be better to say he was a friend. You can't thank him for your friends in your arms, right?"

"What the prince said is very true, but the gentleman has indeed explained that no one has seen him. I forgive the students for not letting the prince go up the mountain."

Even if Ye Ziluo has a good temper, he will be furious if he is stopped again and again, not to mention that his temper is not very good.

The originally polite smile gradually became colder, "Hanyang Academy is capable. I have always thought that the whole world is the king's land. Why? Is Hanyang Academy outside the moon?"

"This..." Gong Yetu was in a dilemma.

Gong Yetu was unwilling to let Ye Ziluo go up the mountain, and Ye Ziluo still had to go up the mountain. Both sides had concerns with each other and just stood up.

At this moment, a black shadow fell from the sky.

Gong Yetu's eyes lit up.

It’s the stern sword around Lan Qingruo!

Zhige lowered his head slightly to Ye Ziluo and said lightly: "Young Master, please go up the mountain and get together."

Ye Ziluo shook his sleeves and walked up the mountain with a cold face.

After autumn, the bamboo leaves in the south of the bamboo forest, where the south lived flew down, and a thick layer was paved on the stone path, leading to the gate.

Ye Ziluo lived in the royal palace for a long time and was used to seeing wealth and glory. When he walked here, he felt a little dazed, as if he had entered a place that did not belong to him.

Zhige lifted the curtain and whispered: "Please."

Ye Ziluo was also sincere. Except for a close guard, the rest of the followers were left outside.

Cainanju is extremely elegantly decorated, especially its owner Ye Ziluo has not seen Lan Qingruo for some years. In my memory, Lan Qingruo has outstanding appearance and cold temperament. Now, it looks more than just outstanding and cold.

"Prince." Lan Qingruo gave a tribute first.

"No need to be polite," Ye Ziluo said with a smile, "It seems that we haven't seen each other for some years. I really didn't expect that the boy from the past has grown to be like this now. Others say that you are the number one talent in the world. According to my king, this title is not false at all, and it really has the destiny of a saint."

Lan Qingruo was not surprised by his favor and disgrace and said calmly: "The prince Liao is a fan."

"How could it be Liao Zan? Even if I am Liao Zan, everyone in the world will not be Liao Zan."

Lan Qingruo walked to the tea table and whispered: "Prince, please sit down."
Chapter completed!