The days of being in love with facial paralysis

After the court ceremony, as soon as He Lan walked out of the hall, several people surrounded him, with hypocritical smiles on their faces, and said they wanted to drink with him.He Lan glanced over, and the eyes of those people flickered, and they subconsciously avoided.These people didn't really want to make friends with him. A few days ago, they still glared at him, with a look of absolute indifference. The emperor's favorite minister held great power, but in their eyes, he was still a sycophant.

However, nobility is also based on a certain foundation. When the emperor handed over the power of life and death to He Lan, those noble people worried about their heads and came to make friends with He Lan.

He Lan looked away, ignored anyone, and walked outside.

After He Lan left, the eyes of those people turned cold, and their expressions were full of sarcasm: "The courtier is in power, your majesty has been deceived by traitors, and the whole court is full of smog."

"Looking at the history of the ages, such people often end badly."

"This time, General Zhao may be in danger."

"General Zhao is very straightforward. I don't know how long this person has kept it in his heart. This time he has an opportunity, so naturally he will not let it go easily."

"Prince...how could the disappearance of "A Picture of Thousand Buddhas" be involved?"

"Naturally, he was killed by a traitor."

"Speak cautiously, or speak cautiously!"

He Lan quickly walked out of the majestic palace, naturally he did not hear those words.When he left the palace, a carriage was waiting there.He quickly got into the carriage, the driver flicked his whip, and the carriage quickly ran in one direction.

"Green Bamboo."

As soon as He Lan finished speaking, there was a young man in the carriage. The young man knelt in front of He Lan and said respectfully, "My lord."

"How is today?"

He Lan's words were simple, but Qingzhu knew the meaning of his words.

"Madam went to see Zhao Jin today and stayed in Qufeng Building for an hour."

He Lan's thin lips were tightly pursed, and the flicker in his eyes revealed his unhappiness.

"For the rest of the time, Madam stays at the mansion."

He Lan's eyes drifted away, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.Qingzhu retreated silently.

The carriage stopped in front of the Prince's Mansion, and He Lan got out of the carriage and walked directly towards the study.For a long time every day, Meng Que would stay in the study, which even gave He Lan the illusion that Meng Que was always there, and whenever he wanted to see him, he could be found there.

He Lan pushed open the door of the study, it was empty and there was no one there.

He Lan's eyes became darker and colder, and Qingzhu, who had been following He Lan, also felt a chill.He Lan's footsteps became very fast, and he walked through half of the county palace.

When walking into the garden, He Lan's footsteps suddenly slowed down.

On the stone bench, a person was sitting there, the sky was already dark, and his back looked particularly bleak, the feeling of bleakness was shocking.He Lan didn't even know that his eyes had softened.He paused, then walked over quickly.

Meng Que turned his head, Ruyu's face was a little dazed.

He Lan lifted his messy hair.

Meng Que gradually came back to his senses, his eyes changed from blank to indifferent.Meng Que thought about those changes in Zhao Jin's previous life.Zhao Jin's transformation from a handsome scholar to a god of killing on the battlefield, these changes may have started from this moment.Old General Zhao was convicted, and all of this has something to do with He Lan.If it is said that Zhao Jin's misfortune is all because of He Lan...

The two looked at each other silently, and seemed to have a thousand words to say, but they couldn't say anything when they opened their mouths.He Lan is not a talkative person, but he doesn't like this, his heart is stuffy.He Lan's fingertips lightly rubbed against Meng Que's face.

"Zhao Jin is my good friend." Meng Que said, "We have known each other for many years."

He Lan's hands stopped suddenly, and he stared at Meng Que with black eyes, the emotions contained in it were about to come, as if trying to hold back something.

Meng Que knew him very well, so he naturally knew what he was thinking, but at this moment he just didn't know, and continued: "His father is like a family member to me."

He Lan withdrew his hand suddenly, looked at the sky, and said nothing, like a child who was angry.

Meng Que sighed inwardly, and his tone became softer: "He Lan, let old General Zhao go."

He Lan said sullenly, "Zhao Jin has something wrong with you."

Meng Que didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "He Lan, we are already married. In this life, we are afraid of being together if we die." Speaking of death, Meng Que suddenly thought of his previous life, which was very unlucky.

However, He Lan seemed to be very useful, and the expression on his face was also clear after the rain.

"Your Majesty ordered me to try the case. I will never wrong innocent people."

Meng Que heaved a sigh of relief after hearing He Lan's words.

On the second day, He Lan was resting and the weather was fine, so Meng Que wanted to go to Mingtai Temple.Perhaps because of the influence of the previous day's mood, He Lan readily agreed.

The incense in Mingtai Temple has always been good, and there are many people coming and going on the way to the temple.

"I heard that the abbot of this temple is very good at solving lottery."

"I have experienced it personally. I obtained a marriage lottery for my daughter, which is very accurate."

"It is said that the master is also good at fortune-telling, and can calculate past and present lives."

Along the way, Meng Que heard these discussions.The so-called past life and present life make Meng Que somewhat yearn for it.Although he had little hope, he still hoped that this master could help him solve his doubts.

After Meng Que and He Lan admired the chrysanthemums together, Meng Que went to see the master.In this temple, Meng Que and He Lan were inseparable, but he subconsciously didn't want He Lan to be with him, so he said he wanted the most beautiful chrysanthemum in Mingtai Temple.He Lan didn't think much, and went.

Meng Que and Master Minghui are sitting in the meditation room.

This master is indeed extraordinary. Sitting opposite him, Meng Que seemed to hear a Sanskrit sound in his ears. The burden of the past life and present life that weighed on him seemed to be a little weaker, and his mood became more comfortable. .

"Master, please help me read the fortune telling." Meng Que said.

Master Minghui's kind and wise eyes swept across Meng Que's face. After reading it, a surprised expression appeared on his calm face, and he looked at Meng Que in amazement.

"How is it possible?" Master Minghui's voice was full of disbelief.

Meng Que suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart: "What does Master mean?"

"It's a sign of a short lifespan. This old man observes your fortune telling. You shouldn't live past ten years old."