I am the only concubine: the dragon concubine plays the kings

Chapter 439
The maid froze for a moment, then nodded quickly.

Long Yuyu glanced at the hall with a serious expression, although this note brought her a huge surprise.

But who knows if it's true or not?
Moreover, Fan, it is impossible for him to recover so quickly. Even if Zhu came with him, Long Yuyu would feel that he was no longer the Long Yuyu of that day, and it was impossible for Zhu to be so unreasonable.

After all, Long Yuyu was Ye Ling's self-proclaimed noble concubine, and she came out of the palace with a gold medal in hand.

Walking dozens of steps in front of the palace, under the big plane tree by the roadside, a man in black leaned there with cold eyes.

Long Yuyu stared fixedly, and was stunned for a moment.

Sure enough it was him!

Fan, his complexion is good, the cinnabar between his eyebrows is extremely bright red, the broken shadow of the plane tree falls on him flickeringly, the moonlight is like water, reflecting the earth hazy and soft.

Fan leaned against the tree, his black clothes moved with the wind, his silver hair fluttered, and his dangerous aura remained the same as usual.

This handsome man feels the same as before.

Could it be that that blow didn't destroy his vitality?

Long Yuyu frowned in confusion, and walked over with some displeasure, "Fan, is what you said true?"

"It's so rude. Could it be that the deity was injured by you, so why don't you greet me?"

Fan said indifferently, and Long Hongyu shrugged, "Hmph, if it weren't for the fact that you put a spell on me, we would have killed you right then and there."

"It's ruthless, don't forget, I saved your life when you were very young."

Long Yanyu raised his eyebrows, his tone was still so cold, "So, you want me to repay you now, as a debt of gratitude, right?"

Fan nodded coldly, "Exactly, if you can help this time, I will tell you where your concubine mother is."

"Is she really alive?"

"Believe it or not."

Fan said calmly, took out a piece of bamboo from his bosom, and threw it to Long Rongyu.

Long Hongyu took it, and looked down, it turned out to be a woman's delicate handwriting.

The name and date of inscription are: Zhou Er, May 1016, [-].

This piece of bamboo is like the bamboo scrolls used by ancient people to write books, with only one poem on it.

Ying Fei Jianxi fish first love, Yu Ge Shui Lou love has been broken.

I don't know if this poem implies affection or ruthlessness.

The first sentence, Yu Chuhuan, reminded the naughty student Long Hongyu of that kind of thing...

(End of this chapter)