Mountains and rivers are in her palm

Chapter 20 Be good, so you like throwing yourself into your arms

The bewitching words came out of the girl's mouth, and Zhang Lanyi admitted that she was moved. She clearly knew that the little wolf cub in front of her had bad intentions, but at this moment, the uncontrollable ambition in her heart burst forth.

She suddenly stretched out her hand to grab Yan Wanqing's wrist on her neck, and held it tightly, staring at the girl in front of her without blinking, saying every word: "His Japanese palace rules the world, can you wish?" To be the prime minister of this palace?"

Yan Wanqing conceited and curled her lips: "The thing in the bag, why should the empress ask this question."

"Okay! Hahahaha..."

Across the round table, sitting and standing, mature and young confront each other, but there is no difference in momentum.

At this time, there was a sudden commotion outside, and the sky was blazing with flames. Zhang Lan looked over from the corner of his eye, "What's going on?"

Yan Wanqing withdrew her hand, rubbed her wrist lightly, it was slightly red, she said indifferently: "It's okay, it's just a way to see your mother."

"You set fire to the mountain for tonight?!" Zhang Lanyi couldn't believe her ears.

Yan Wanqing licked her canine teeth habitually, the sharp dull pain made her feel at ease, her eyes were very calm, as if she was saying: Can't it?

Zhang Lanyi chuckled, shook her head while holding her forehead, and cursed: "Crazy!"

Yan Wanqing supported the table and stood up slowly. The fire light was also a signal telling her that she had to go back, and she should go.

"Empress." Yan Wanqing's eyes were calm: "After the matter is completed, I hope that the empress can let the whole Yan family go back to the mountains and forests."

Zhang Lanyi squinted her eyes and asked back: "What about you?"

"In this life in the late Qing Dynasty, I am willing to run with my mother, and die after doing my best." The calm girl lowered her noble head to show her submission to the superior.

Zhang Lanyi smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes, she said: "The entire Yan family, I only want you."

"Here." Yan Wanqing raised her head, raised the red object in her hand, and finally stuffed it into her chest. She raised her eyebrows towards Zhang Lanyi, as if the meekness just now was an illusion, and the girl pursed her lips. Walking towards the door: "Empress, don't forget, I have prepared a gift tonight, waiting for your empress to accept."

The slender figure quickly disappeared into the night, and the secluded yard quickly returned to calm.

Zhang Lanyi crossed her arms and leaned on the round table, her gaze was slightly downcast, she didn't know what she was thinking about.

A tall figure slowly stepped out from behind the curtain. The man hugged her from behind, helped her pull up the cloak to cover her shoulders, and revealed a bright head under the oil lamp.

He turned out to be a handsome monk!
"What do you think?" Zhang Lanyi murmured.

The handsome monk buried his head in her beautiful shoulders and neck and took a deep breath, revealing his face. Upon closer inspection, a pair of different pupils were amazing!
"In a deadlocked situation, she may be the variable." The monk said.

Zhang Lanyi raised her red lips, her eyes were full of determination: "The Yan family really has a lot of talents."

She turned around and snuggled herself into the man's arms, Zen fragrance calmed her uneasy mood: "When are you going back to Yan's house?"

The man touched his smooth head, showing a smirk, completely different from what pilgrims usually see, full of deviant flavor.

He hooked Zhang Lanyi's chin, lowered his head and said between turns: "Let the younger generation play for a while, if we can't go on playing, it's the poor monk's turn to play."

"Irregular things." Zhang Lanyi scolded with a smile.

The man slid his big hand into the cloak: "...If it's serious, would the empress think of the poor monk?"

"..."

Yan Wanqing returned to the room along the secret passage, and met Sun's worried eyes as soon as she went up.

She squeezed her mother's hand, and with the help of the servant girl, she took off the clothes on her body. Her eyes were slightly hot, and the mother and daughter looked at each other speechlessly.

Yan Wanqing's fingers were cold, so Sun kept rubbing her hands to keep warm.

"Is everything settled?" Sun asked.

Yan Wanqing nodded, and withdrew her hand, the sweat on her body made her very uncomfortable now.

"Take a hot bath first, and drink the medicine after washing." Sun looked at the flames outside, and sighed: "You, this movement is too loud."

Yan Wanqing put herself into the warm water before exhaling: "Probably to celebrate their daughter coming out of the mountain, they are so happy."

Mrs. Sun shook her head and went out with her maid.

Yan Wanqing slowly closed her eyes and began to think about how to go next.

Slowly, her breathing became steady, and she fell into a drowsy sleep.

I don't know how long it took, but she felt unscrupulously peeped in the darkness. This inexplicable sense of intrusion made her open her eyes vigilantly, and bumped into a pair of eyes as deep as ink.

The man was condescending, his sharp-edged face seemed to be sculpted, and his bright red lips were slightly pursed at this moment, just staring at him like that.

Yan Wanqing was so caught up in the fire, she slapped the water with her bare hands, and while the other party was dodging, she quickly grabbed the clothes on the side and pulled them into the bathtub, covering her graceful figure underwater.

"Shameless!" She directly cursed, regardless of her status, "The difference between men and women, have all the books of sages and sages been read into the dog's stomach!"

The person who was scolded was not angry, and raised his eyebrows slightly, with interest in his eyes.

"Yan Wanqing, are you scolding Gu?"

"Otherwise?!" Yan Wanqing felt uncomfortable all over. I really don't know how the nervous prince came in, and why the hidden guards didn't notice.

Or is it that his martial arts are so unpredictable...to the extent that they can't even notice?

If it's the latter... There is fear in Yan Wanqing's eyes.

"Straighten your crooked mind, don't engage in so many conspiracy theories." Heiye's package made the godlike prince remove his disguise, and returned to his evil and domineering appearance in the mountain stream. He snorted coldly, advancing instead of retreating, holding the bathtub with both hands, looking at Yan Wanqing with such a sharp look: "Too shriveled."

Yan Wanqing: "!!!"

shriveled?

Are you talking about her?

The damage is not high, the insult is extremely strong!
"Okay, get up quickly, the water is cold." The venomous prince stood up slowly, then turned around.

Yan Wanqing wished he could hit the back of his head with the water ladle in his hand: "Isn't His Royal Highness going out?"

"There's a fire outside." He didn't say much: "Someone set the fire on purpose."

He almost put the words that Gu wants personal protection on his lips.

Yan Wanqing hated her teeth itching, but there was nothing she could do. She supported the bathtub with both hands and slowly got up, but unexpectedly, she sat in it for a long time, causing her calf to feel numb, and when she got up, she bumped into the bathtub hard, causing her pain He took a deep breath.

"hiss--!"

"What's wrong?" The man turned around when he heard the voice.

But when he turns around, he will see his body!
Yan Wanqing's eyes widened. Between the sparks, she didn't care too much. She hugged the man directly through the bathtub, and snuggled her thin body into his chest.

His chest is hot, and his body is not the greasy sweet ambergris, but has a faint scent of laurel, with a hint of Zen fragrance, which should calm people's hearts, but at this moment, it makes Yan Wanqing's heart beat faster.

But this damned man even laughed jokingly.

"Hey, it turns out you like throwing yourself into your arms."

(End of this chapter)