The lord's stunning concubine

Chapter 215 218 Qingqing's Counterattack (3)

Lan Hanzhu had known for a long time that Mrs. Zhang was extremely mean, but she was always generous to her. At this moment, she felt chills when she heard Mrs. Zhang's words, but Mrs. Zhang said again: "Now we will lower our status and become the concubine of the left minister. room, then you can use the method of becoming a concubine room to do it."

After Zhang finished speaking, she blinked lightly at Lan Hanzhu.

Lan Hanzhu frowned slightly, but Mrs. Zhang said again: "If you can't bear to cut yourself into pieces, where is Ruyi Lang?"

Lan Hanzhu somewhat understood Zhang's meaning, she said softly: "I understand, this matter has to be discussed in the long run."

Mrs. Zhang said urgently: "I'm afraid that Prime Minister Zuo won't be able to stay in Shaocheng for a few days, so you can't make a long-term plan and make a quick decision."

Lan Hanzhu felt a little more irritable when she heard Zhang's words. She gritted her teeth and said, "I have my own opinions about my affairs. Mother doesn't need to force you. I will definitely hold Zuo Xiang's heart firmly in my hand." inside."

Only then did Mrs. Zhang nodded in satisfaction and said, "This is my good daughter!"

Lan Hanzhu didn't speak any more, but she felt a little dazed in her heart. When she was in the capital, Ning Qianmo would occasionally play affectionate scenes with her, but she knew very well in her heart that what he did was just to coax her. She gave him that thing.

She bit her lip lightly. If she wants to get him hooked, she really needs to put more thought into it. It's just that Ning Qianmo treated her well before, but after arriving in Shaosheng City, everything changed. She felt that all of this Everything must have been obstructed by Lan Qingqing, if Lan Qingqing didn't think about it, these things would not have happened.

After Mrs. Zhang left, she almost gritted her teeth and said, "Lan Qingqing, I must destroy you!"

Sitting in front of the window sill, Ning Qianmo saw that the originally clear sky suddenly became cloudy, and a dark cloud flew from the sky to envelop Shaocheng. His eyes were slightly closed, but his slender fingers were already tightly grasping the strings.

Today he seems to have lost completely, he still remembers Cai Lan's gaze at Jing Ye just now, those eyes are full of affection.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he seemed to see that extremely delicate picture of red plums, the red plums were like blood, as if splashed from his body.

He slowly opened the lid of the violin, and there was a small interlayer inside, and there was a picture of red plums drawn in that interlayer.

The paper of that picture is slightly yellowed, and the ink on it is also a little faded, but the red plums on it are still as red as blood. The layout is very similar.

The same dead branches and proud bones, the same yellow stamens and red plums, and the same snowflakes.

He sighed softly, remembering a prophecy many years ago, he felt a little irritable at the moment, he stretched out his hand to throw away the picture, but after all he was a little bit reluctant, he finally reached out to fold the picture and put it back into the piano case among.

At this time, dark clouds had enveloped the entire city of Shao, and it was not evening yet, and it was as dark as night.

Standing by the window, he saw the pedestrians downstairs in a hurry, and the hawkers on the side of the road also started to pack up their stalls, ready to go home.

When he thought of the word home, his heart ached again, and the killing years ago played back before his eyes. The blood all over the ground was like red plum trees, blooming gorgeously but cruelly.

The big raindrops had already slammed down, the window was facing the wind, and the rain had swept his face in an instant, he felt a little dark in his heart, but he felt quite happy.

I just feel that the rain is just in time.

(End of this chapter)