last night suddenly dreamed of mountains and rivers

Lan Jiansu was slightly taken aback. After being moved, the last strand of rationality pushed away all the emotional emotions, which made him suddenly sober.The crown prince has always valued food more than his life, and if he took his food, the crown prince would worry about it in the future, would he have to pay with his life?

"What's the matter, why are you in a daze? Don't you want to eat what I gave you?" asked the prince.

Lan Jiansu brushed away his worries, saying how precious a child's heart is, how can a prince like... such a simple person remember and care about these things in the future?

He took the food handed by the crown prince, opened it, and wanted to see what delicacies were inside, worthy of the crown prince's treasure.

The moment the oil paper was lifted.It is true that Lan Jiansu was as bold as the sky, he could see and catch ghosts, and he could even face each other with the ghosts hanging from the ceiling at night, so he couldn't help being frightened at this moment.

A beetle that was as fat as a fist crawled out, spread its wings and flew toward Lan Jiansu's face.

Lan Jiansu heard herself scream, and then the eardrums were harvested by the prince's disgraceful laughter.The moment the bug hit his face, Lan Jian Suzhen almost gave his life to the prince.

The prince proudly said: "Second brother, I am avenging you for making faces to scare me, we are even."

It was easy to drive the beetle away, and seeing the prince's face like a spring breeze, Lan gradually came to his senses: Don't waste your feelings on the prince in this life, or you will suffer a loss if you lose your life.

Along the way, the prince didn't stop laughing.From childhood, they liked to see each other unhappy so they could be happy themselves.The crown prince loves to see Lan Jiansu making a fool of himself, and it hasn't changed for 20 years.

But his happiness came quickly, and his sorrow overtook him quickly.

Lan Jiansu always thought that the woman's scream could be included in the ranks of weapons, the deadly one.In particular, just like the screams that his old sister in the previous life saw when she saw her favorite star, it was no different from the essence of nuclear weapons. One was physically powerful, and the other was physically deadly.Anyway, there is no escape from death, and the latter died in extreme pain.

At first, just a woman's scream was enough for Lan Jiansu to experience the pain for a short time.Then, four, five, six, seven, screaming waves, rolled in pieces, trying to submerge him.

Lan Jiansu turned around and stopped the prince with one hand: "The star is out on tour, run away."

"What star? Do you want to say a famous actress? It must be Bai Qianqiu, a famous actress from Fengling Tower, right? Our father loves him, let me see let me see~" The prince grabbed Lan Jiansu's arm and jumped up and down Jump, stretch your neck, want to see what happens.

A man gave the prince a blank look: "What Bai Qianqiu, Bai Qianqiu passed away ten years ago, that's Hong Erniang, you fake fan."

"There's nothing to see, let's go." Lan Jiansu's ears seemed to be hurting, and he dragged the prince to leave quickly.

From the screaming, the woman dragged out the trembling name of every stroke and every stroke: "Han~General~Jun! Han~General~Jun!"

Lan Jiansu's footsteps stopped suddenly.

People whisper and miscellaneous.

"I heard that General Han has broken sleeves."

"What's wrong with the broken sleeve? She looks so handsome, and I love the broken sleeve too. Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The girl kindly reminded: "Miss, stop crowing, he won't be yours."

This time the prince was in a hurry to leave.

Lan Jiansu turned her head back, the noisy night, the lights were dimmed, but at this moment everything was quiet, the sounds seemed to gather in one place, and the friction of the cloth coming and going.The crowded crowd seemed to feel something, and they all retreated to both sides to make way.

Lan Jiansu stopped.The general in white shirt raised his hand to push away the crowd, his head was crowned with silver feathers and the moonlight was shining, cold frost flowed from the side of his face to his eyes.Lan Jiansu looked into the frosty coldness in his pupils, into the golden arms and iron horses, the coldness of swords and swords, into the hundreds of "Sijun" on dozens of letter papers in his eyes, and then, He heard him slightly open his lips and call out in a low voice: "Second Young Master." The voice swept away all the brutality and loneliness, revealing a softness that he only tucked away, a softness that he was too rigid to share with others.

Han Qili walked towards Lan Jiansu step by step, passing through countless strange figures and faces, in Han Qili's eyes, it seemed that there was only one figure, and the shadows of the others were flying sand on the battlefield, flying sand under the hooves of horses. hoofprints.And only Lan Jiansu was clear.

The fireworks were set off side by side in the sky, and they stood in front of each other, watching each other quietly.

The corner of Lan Jiansu's mouth slightly raised: "General, you are back."

Han Qili gave a very soft "um", and suddenly leaned his head heavily on Lan Jiansu's shoulder.All independence is removed, and the dependence is handed over to this shoulder.

Lan Jiansu raised his hand and touched the heavy head on his shoulder: "General Han, there are many people here, everyone is watching."

Han Qili was unmoved, and mumbled, "I can't see."

Lan Jiansu smiled, and had no choice but to speak softly, "General, shall we talk when we go back?"

Han Qili said softly after a while: "Okay." He took Lan Jiansu's hand and walked away from the crowd.

The prince was about to catch up, when a young eunuch who was accompanying him found him after all kinds of hardships, hugged his arm and said: "Master, I have let the slaves find you, if you don't go back, the empress is going to come out to pick someone up, sir Go back with the servant, the life of the servant is in your hands."

The crown prince watched Han Qili and Lan Jiansu's backs getting further and further away, and his lips were pursed with hatred and displeasure.

He picked up a jar of burning knife wine from the vendor, and angrily poured himself a big gulp.The wine was full of sorrow, and before it had time to turn into tears of lovesickness, I heard someone screaming again: "Help! The ghost is on the body! The ghost is on the body!"

Everyone's expression changed.Some screamed in fright, some ran away in fear, and some gloated to watch.

The prince frowned and said, "Why is this voice so familiar?"

The accompanying eunuch said: "No, this accent that smells so strong of goat's milk is clearly Marsala's voice."

The prince became even more suspicious: "Ma... Ma, what, isn't that the maid next to Princess Baila? Why did she come out of the palace?"

The accompanying eunuch said: "Princess Baila ran out while taking advantage of the fireworks display."

"What is she running out for?" The prince didn't care about Princess Baila.But Princess Baila is currently unable to get married, and if she is unable to marry, she will be a quasi-princess concubine.What's going on and what's wrong, his father is looking for him, the prince, to question him.He didn't want to care about the princess, but he had to care about himself.

"She said she would come out to find the lover of her dreams."

"Dream lover?"

The little eunuch looked left and right, covered his lips with his hand, and whispered: "Don't tell her, the person she is looking for has drawn a picture a few days ago, everyone, take a look, who do you guess?" The word, followed by a heavy nod twice, "Two! Master!"

The prince's face turned pale.

The servant girl yelled again and again: "The upper body of the ghost! Help!"

As if he hadn't heard of it, the prince raised his head and poured himself two more mouthfuls of the burning knife.

The "dream lover" quickly squeezed through the crowd after hearing the wind, and rushed over following the sound.

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If there is no accident in this article, it is expected to enter v next Thursday ~ Thank you for your support