Miss Fortune: Is the regent ready for today?

"Of course not," Yin Luo lowered his eyes and stopped looking at Ming Fanlan, "If my aunt wants to get rid of Zhou's military attaché, she can't use this trick. It's obvious that someone wants to drag you into this matter and frame you for killing the imperial official. I'm just wondering, is there anyone in Lingzhou City who can get your golden needle? Also," she raised her head again and asked: "What my aunt said in front of the stone prison, the gift given to you by Military Attache Zhou, is also What? Does it have anything to do with his being killed?"

"What Zhou Anyue gave me was just a pair of famous calligraphy and paintings that I had been searching for to no avail. What is precious to me may be as light as dust to others," Ming Fanlan chuckled, "As for my golden needle , there are quite a few left on the wall of the stone prison where I was imprisoned by Ming Zhidu, and those who are willing to take them can naturally get them." Even though Yin Luo said that someone wanted to put the blame on her, Ming Fanlan did not have the slightest fluctuation, maybe it was She had developed this unshakable demeanor from the deep palace in her early years. Maybe she had some deeper thoughts about this matter in her heart. The atmosphere was quiet for a moment, and then she heard her speak slowly again: "Luo Er wants to ask more than just these two things." Just a question."

Yin Luo nodded, "Two days ago, King Yuanjin told me something. I want to ask my aunt to verify the truth."

"Oh, Ming Zhidu? What did that ambitious guy say to you?"

"He said that 13 years ago, my father died at the hands of His Majesty."

These words were like a heavy stone falling on the two people's hearts. For a moment, the room was so heavy that it was difficult to breathe.

The smile at the corner of Ming Fanlan's mouth gradually disappeared. She looked at Yin Luo quietly, her face still calm, but there were signs of a storm coming, "Didn't I tell you not to investigate this matter?" She said There was no answer, but he questioned Yin Luo.

Yin Luo looked back at her indifferently, as if he had expected Ming Fanlan's reaction.

In fact, Ming Fanlan had been very strict with her since she was a child. She was not as loving, partial and tolerant as the rumors said.She still remembers that when she was ten years old, she took advantage of Ming Fanlan to be lazy and did not practice Qigong properly. She happened to catch up with Ming Fanlan coming home while she was lying in the yard basking in the sun.At that time, the woman in purple frowned when she saw the little girl on the couch in the courtyard kicking her legs leisurely. She unambiguously summoned her energy to use the weaving clothes, and hung Yin Luo who had not yet reacted. On the crooked neck tree in the yard.

She was hung sideways for a day and a night, causing Yin Luo to be unable to stand steadily after being untied, and had no appetite for several days. From that time on, Yin Luo was truly afraid of Ming Fanlan, and he was afraid of Ming Fanlan in practice. Never been lazy again.

Later, when she grew older, Yin Luo had already learned martial arts. Although she was not as skilled as Ming Fanlan, she was more than capable of dealing with some rotten fish and shrimps in the world. She wanted to return to the capital to find out the cause of Yin Jielin's death. The truth was, but Ming Fanlan didn't want her to mention it, and as soon as she mentioned it, he hung her on the crooked tree like before.

From the beginning of one day and one night, it gradually became two days, two nights, three days and three nights, and finally she was hung up for seven days and seven nights. When she was taken off, Yin Luo didn't even have the strength to speak, and could only vaguely remember Ming Fanlan's purple dress. Her gorgeous clothes were even more dazzling than before. She stood in front of Yin Luo and said: "The affairs of the previous generation have nothing to do with you. As long as you can live your life happily, the gratitude and resentment of the past, Love and hatred will no longer continue. Forget the shackles in your heart that trap you, and break this obsession. Your father's matter is over, Yin Helan is dead, you are Yin Luo, these things are inherently It has nothing to do with Yin Luo.”

But can it really get through?For so many days and nights, Yin Luo kept asking himself.

No, she is Yin Luo, but as long as she bears the surname Yin, the truth about 13 years ago will always be questioned. "He is my father," Yin Luo stared at Ming Fanlan calmly, not intending to flinch anymore. She stood on this side of the candle lamp, the slightly swaying light and shadow mottled her red dress, swaying and caressing the blooming He, Ming Fanlan was sitting on the couch, with a corner of her gorgeous purple dress hanging down. The corners of her mouth were naturally raised, and she looked up at the moon with a gentle and graceful face. Now she looked at Yin Luo displeased, and the royal temperament poured out. The purple robe in one corner seemed to absorb all the red light.

For the first time, Yin Luo openly disobeyed Ming Fanlan, who raised her, and said, "I should investigate."

"Just checking?" Ming Fanlan raised her eyebrows. She knew what Yin Luo wanted to do, but she still followed her words and asked.

"Keep investigating," Yin Luo repeated these three words seriously, and then said firmly: "Avenge my father."

Ming Fanlan held his forehead and chuckled, then raised his eyes and said: "Yes, you have studied martial arts strategy with me since you were a child, and now you are considered a leader among the young people of your generation. But Luo Er, there are people who are better than others. Do you think you can avenge Jie Lin now?" The sarcasm in her words was about to overflow, just like when Yin Luo taunted others, but the next second she changed the subject, and her words were heartfelt.

"When the incident happened 13 years ago, do you think I didn't go to Shangjing to find the real murderer? Give up, Luo Er, you are still young and don't understand what Daliang is and what Shangjing is. There are fourteen states and eight cities in Daliang Kingdom. Every one of them is full of unspeakable trading calculations." The corner of her mouth raised again, but it was not a smile, but full of disdain and sarcasm, "The five nobles, seven aristocratic families, nine mansions and six tribes in the capital are all related by marriage. A single move can affect the whole body, and a single move can lead to unprovoked disaster. There are several sects in the world who make a living by escorting escorts and delivering goods. If something happens, they will become the blade in their hands. Do you think you can stop it now? "

"Whether I can stop it or not, I can't pretend to know nothing and spend my whole life like a fool. Then I will be ashamed of my father and my aunt's teachings until my death..."

"What's wrong with being a fool?" Ming Fanlan changed from his normal state, raised his voice several times, and yelled this sentence like a roar, "Yin Luo, I would rather you live peacefully like a fool, no matter what. I don’t know!” She tilted her head and softened her voice again, her face full of incomprehension and resentment, “If you died because of this, what would you ask my aunt to do? I only have you as my aunt, and I would have treated you like I have a biological daughter... Even if you don't want to care about your aunt's feelings, if you die, how can you live up to Jie Lin? How can you live up to your mother's trust?"

When he heard the last sentence, the silent Yin Luo suddenly frowned and looked straight at Ming Fanlan.

How can you live up to your mother's trust?
"My mother has given up on me a long time ago. There is no need to mention her." Once the girl in red became determined, she could not hide the sharp look in her eyebrows.

Ming Fanlan looked at the face that looked so much like an old friend, lowered his eyes, and said with a hint of compromise: "Do we have to continue the investigation?" (End of Chapter)