Legend of the Orchid

In the late autumn of the ninth year of Kaibao, ginkgo leaves spread all over the Jinwang Mansion, but the chrysanthemums in the garden bloomed happily, golden and brilliant, like a dragon robe.

Zhong Lan was wearing a purple robe, standing in the wind admiring the chrysanthemums, his eyes were blue, and his skin was haggard like rice paper that had been exposed to the sun.

A white cloak wrapped his thin body, and Zhao Guangyi said softly behind him: "The wind is strong, let's go into the house."

Zhong Lan wrapped her cloak tightly, got out of Zhao Guangyi's arms, and walked into the house. Zhao Guangyi smiled and ordered his servants to make tea. He and Zhong Lan would be silent for the next moment.

Oh, no, it's respect for each other.

At this moment, in Zhao Tingjie's mansion, withered and yellow sycamore leaves fluttered down one after another, piled up on the ground in the courtyard, the courtyard stared at the abrupt branches of the sycamore tree, shook his head and smiled wryly: "I often think of Dao Liang Yu, and wish to live in the sycamore tree."

Jin Yan came to report: "All the Yi people have gathered in full gear and are waiting for His Highness to issue orders."

Ting Jie nodded: "Understood."

This time, Jin Yan did not leave immediately, but hesitated to say: "Your Highness, is it worth it for us to do this?"

Ting Jie raised his eyebrows: "My decision is never wrong."

Jin Yan knew he was talkative, so he quietly backed away, looking at the cloudy sky, and sighed long.

Eventful autumn!

At night, in Zhao Guangyi's room, Zhong Lan and the latter were playing chess.Zhao Guangyi has recently become very popular in chess, and he always pulls Zhong Lan to play chess, but the latter is not very energetic and always makes mistakes, so Zhao Guangyi grabs Zhong Lan's hand, trying to put it in the correct position: "It should be like this."

Zhong Lan withdrew her hand and said, "My lord, it's late at night, what Zhong Lan did yesterday was too exhausting, and I want to rest early today."

Zhao Guangyi looked at the cold man in front of him, sighed secretly, and agreed: "Okay then, you can go."

So Zhong Lan walked out of the room with a lantern in his hand. He walked very lightly and slowly. The only sounds in his ears were the rustling of the treetops being blown by the wind, and the sound of a cat stepping on the sand. It is difficult to determine the direction while walking.

When Zhong Lan arrived at the door of her room, the "cat" finally calmed down. It was too late to speak, and a sharp dagger quickly formed in Zhong Lan's palm, and she shot it at the "cat"!

"Cat" jumped out all of a sudden, the huge figure was like a black mountain, but it was neat and crisp, and a sharp sword was already on Zhonglan's neck when he was distracted.

Zhong Lan smiled mockingly, her figure suddenly transformed into a plume of black smoke, which drifted not far away, and then condensed into a flesh, which stunned the assassin.

good chance!

Zhong Lan stretched out her hand towards the assassin, trying to control the opponent's mind, but the deep voice sounded at the right time: "You are so powerful!"

Zhong Lan was taken aback, it turned out to be the court steps!

"Lan'er, as I said before, if you dare to cast spells on His Majesty, I will arrest you and leave you to my disposal from now on, and you must not leave." Ting Jie's voice was colder than the autumn wind through the mask.

Zhong Lan put the lantern on the ground, stuffed her hands into her wide sleeves, and said disdainfully: "You can't catch mine, so please go back!"

In the shadows, Tingjie sneered, and in an instant, three or four masked black shadows jumped out of the roof, each with eyes as burning as a cheetah.

With a wave of Ting Jie's hand, the black shadow arrow rushed towards Zhong Lan, but Zhong Lan's body quickly turned into black smoke, floating in every corner of the courtyard.

After he stood still for a while, several silver needles came out from the palm of his hand. Although they were not fatal, they were faster. Soon, the silver needles pierced the leg of a man in black, causing the latter to fall heavily. fell to the ground.

"Ting Jie, you should give up. You will be in danger when King Jin comes over." Zhong Lan's clothes were not messed up, and her attitude was still repulsive.

Zhao Tingjie said in a deep voice: "I came here today to catch you back, and if I don't catch you, I won't give up."

His voice suddenly changed, and his tone became gentle: "Lan'er, as long as you can go back with me, I won't pursue everything in the past. Don't you want to have a home? I'll give it to you. I can take you away and go to a place where you don't have a home." A place where people can know us and live a life that only belongs to the two of us."

Ting Jie spoke with sincerity, and every word hit Zhong Lan's heart.

Zhong Lan was surprised, this was indeed his wish, he didn't expect that Ting Jie would have noticed the details long ago, he always thought that the other party was a bullying boss, but he never thought that the other party was actually as careful as a hair.

In a daze, a piece of transparent silk screen was thrown over her head and face, covering Zhong Lan suddenly. Zhong Lan woke up immediately, and while struggling, she gritted her teeth and said, "You're plotting against me!"

"It doesn't matter how you can catch you!" Ting Jie pressed his sword and approached Zhong Lan step by step. The latter could not escape, but could only retreat step by step in the silk screen until he was forced to the bottom of the wall, and there was no way to retreat.

This silk net seems to be a parasitic net, and Zhong Lan really doesn't know who else has a parasitic net except Master, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the white eyebrows of a man in black under the moonlight, and immediately exclaimed in annoyance: "Master, you killed my disciple." !"

The silk net slowly tightened, binding Zhong Lan firmly, Ting Jie couldn't help but hug Zhong Lan, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I will take good care of you when I go back!"

After finishing speaking, he pointed his toes and flew into the air. Unexpectedly, a strong figure appeared in the night sky again, spread his wings like a goshawk, and pecked at the top of the courtyard steps with the momentum of thunder and gale.

Ting Jie resisted the opponent's attack with a sword, but he was not strong enough with one hand after all, and he was still holding Zhong Lan, so he couldn't bear the thunderous force of the opponent. Watching Zhong Lan fall back to the ground.

A group of heavily armed soldiers poured out of the narrow courtyard, and Zhao Guangyi also wore armor, obviously treating this place as a battlefield.

Zhao Guangyi straight to the point sarcastically said: "Nephew, your Yiren is about to be destroyed. Do you think you are stupid for showing your trump card so quickly?"

The courtyard raised his eyebrows coldly, his Yiren was a little cramped, and the sound of soldiers' orderly footsteps came from outside the door, it seemed that Zhao Guangyi had completely surrounded his palace.

At this time, Zhong Lan whispered, "Let me go, I can get you out."

"No!" Zhao Tingjie refused.

The situation was urgent, and Zhong Lan continued: "You don't let me go. When you die, I will do it every day. Your father will die in three days. Do you believe it?"

Ting Jie looked down at Zhonglan, starlight flashed in his eyes, but seeing him move his lips quickly towards Baimei, Baimei opened his palm, and the transparent silk net tied to Zhonglan's body quickly dissipated, gathering into a shining spot of light , and fell back into Baimei's hands.

Zhao Guangyi raised his eyebrows and pressed his eyes, grabbed a Fang Tian long halberd, and stabbed at Zhao Tingjie quickly.

At this time, Li Zhonglan's body suddenly dripped into the water like ink, and instantly released countless lingering smoke. The smoke tightly wrapped Zhao Tingjie, turned into a black whirlwind, and quickly rose into the sky.

The whirlwind was so strong that it blew a large number of soldiers to pieces. Zhao Guangyi tried to get close to the whirlwind with his natural brute strength, but he obviously felt powerless.

Soon, the whirlwind took the court steps and blew out of the Prince Jin's mansion, and disappeared into the depths of the darkness, leaving no trace of the remaining people. Zhao Guangyi stared blankly at the mess, feeling extremely angry for the first time in his heart.

There is also incomparable melancholy.

After all, he is still Zhao Tingjie's person.