"I told Uncle Zhou to open the door," Tian Ming stepped forward.

"No need. Let Linglong send the best carbon back, bring some more winter clothes, and bring that white fox fur. Everything is the same as when she was there. Tell Linglong. If you neglect, you will die."

After Ling Chen finished speaking, he turned and walked towards his study.

How could you come to Chenxiangyuan without knowing it? Anger surged in Ling Chen's eyes.

He didn't actually think about how to treat Lan Ling. I didn't expect it to be so troublesome when I married her.

She is not a docile woman, she always loves to choke with him, with her, love and hate are very strong.

He was obsessed with her, obsessed with her like a little cockfight, obsessed with her unreserved love, or hatred, and obsessed with her body.

Ling Chen became more and more angry.

He didn't want her to fall in love with him, nor did he want to fall in love with her, that would be very troublesome.

His Xiaoqi camp was destroyed by the Blue City, and of course the Blue City took orders from Lan Jingtian.

He and her father Lan Jingtian will have a battle sooner or later.

When that day comes, she will undoubtedly die. He didn't want to embarrass himself.

Women, there are so many.

He has virtuous concubines and gentle side concubines. If he wants, he can have many women.

How could he like such a self-righteous woman?

Since Mrs. Hui's child had a tire, Ling Chen has been sleeping in the study.

Tian Ming looked at Ling Chen's lonely figure and sighed.

When Mrs. Ling was there, although she often annoyed the master, the old and silent heart of the master was alive a lot, and everything became very interesting. The eyebrows were never seen before, even with Wen Heng. At that time, there was no such look.

He often thinks of her. Every time he thinks of her, the corners of his mouth are raised and the eyes are smiling, although he does not admit it.

Linglong hadn't seen Ling Chen for many days, and Linglong's face went red after hearing Tian Mingchuan's words today.

"Can I see the Lord? I have something to say to him." Linglong implored.

"Master has been too busy lately, I don't have time, so you can do it yourself." Tian Ming was also not angry.

"What do you mean? What do you mean?"

Tian Ming has gone far.

Lan Ling returned to Ziyi Pavilion, and Huo Jingyun bandaged her wound.

"Don't go out these few days, how come you are so scarred!"

Lan Ling really stayed in the house and didn't go out. She can't lift the spirits and is not interested in anything.

I escaped from Prince An’s Mansion in sorrow, why still not feel happy?

What do i want? Lan Ling tossed and couldn't sleep.

In the past few days, there was heavy snow and cold wind. Lan Ling was lying in the bed and staying away for a few days.

On the day when Ling Chen sent troops to defend against the enemy, the heavy snow was like gray goose feathers, hunting and flying in the cold wind.

The streets of Yuncheng are full of gongs and drums.

Hearing the sound of gongs and drums, Lan Ling put on a purple cloak and ran out.

She stood on the steps facing the street and watched Daxing's soldiers pass by.

She also saw him.

He is so striking.

The young man is tall and straight, holding a long sword in hand, riding on horseback, and wearing black armor.

The cold wind blew through the corners of his clothes, and even the flying ink hair looked so heroic.

Followed by Han Zhitao and Fan Xing. Followed by Tian Ming, Gu Fan, and Yang Shuo.

Lan Ling stared at him, shaking slightly, this man, is my husband? Why is it so far away from me?

The war horse let out a disturbing neigh.

He is going to the battlefield! Lan Ling's heart trembled suddenly, so did he leave? what is this?

He seemed to feel something, riding on a black army horse, his tall and heroic body was striking.

His sharp eyes passed through the crowd and fell on the woman standing on the steps with tears on her face.

She stood alone, her hair fluttering in the wind, and her slapped face became thin again.

Intertwine each other in gaze.

Ling Chen suppressed the idea of ​​rushing to hug her, turned his head indifferently, and slowly led his army away.

Everything is still unknown. Whether he can come back alive or not is unknown. What is waiting for him when he comes back? This time, King Ning pretended to be ill, and Lan Jingtian asked early to recover Yecheng's rebels. In the small town of Yecheng, did he use his general to go out in person?

Thinking of Lan Jingtian, Ling Chen closed his eyes and threw the tearful shadow of Lan Ling's face away from his mind!

News from Ziyi Pavilion came sooner than from the palace.

Lan Ling has been by Huo Jingyun's side all this time.

Huo Jingyun has the latest battlefield news.

"An Wang broke through the nine mountains," "An Wang regained Cangzhou," "An Wang was blocked from his home!"

………….

Liang Hongxiu had never felt so depressed, and Lan Ling followed Huo Jingyun like a tail.

"Brother, has Ziyige always cared about government affairs?" Lan Ling was cooking on the stove in Huo Jingyun's study, watching him carefully read various news.

"Ziyun Pavilion is in Yuncheng. Naturally, we have to care about the important affairs of the court, otherwise how can we stand?"

"Hall Master!" Liang Hongxiu came in with a pack of sugar-fried chestnuts, "Here you are! Just fried."

Huo Jingyun looked at it, "You and Ling'er eat."

"Hall Master, Laba today, shall we go out for porridge?"

Huo Jingyun raised his head and glanced at Lan Ling. Lan Ling nodded.

Liang Hongxiu looked at Lan Ling: "Aren't you trying to heal your wounds?"

"Or, I'm not going anymore." Lan Ling was very witty. She saw that Liang Hongxiu didn't like herself, and Liang Hongxiu liked Huo Jingyun.

"Red sleeve! Lan Ling has been in Yuncheng for so long, and he hasn't taken a good look at this Yuncheng." Huo Jingyun glanced at Liang Hongxiu.

The best porridge shop in Yuncheng is in West Street.

Lan Ling asked for preserved egg and lean meat porridge, Huo Jingyun asked for lotus porridge, and Liang Hongxiu asked for chestnut porridge.

Three diners passed by, and Lan Ling smelled a faint strange smell. She looked up.

A lame, a scholar, and a dark-faced man. They sit not far from them.

The scholar was staring at Lan Ling.

Lan Ling lowered his head and took a sip of the preserved egg and lean meat porridge in front of him.

"Is there anyone you know inside?" Huo Jingyun asked in a low voice.

"No."

"It's okay, let's drink." Huo Jingyun filled Lan Ling and Liang Hongsiu again.

"Since you came here, we always encounter accidents every time we come out! Even a mouthful of porridge is uneasy!" Liang Hongxiu complained.

"Red sleeves, shut up!" Huo Jingyun whispered when he saw Lan Ling's anxiety.

"This crip is a famous crip, right?" Liang Hongxiu whispered.

"Yes, these three people are not simple. It seems that something big will happen in Yuncheng recently." Huo Jingyun frowned.

"Lan Ling, did you bring your clear medicine?" Huo Jingyun asked suddenly.

"Bring it, what's the matter?" Lan Ling looked up and found that Huo Jingyun and Liang Hongxiu's faces were sluggish and they were about to fall.

Lan Ling was shocked,

Is this porridge drugged?

Lan Ling stretched out his hand to take the clear medicine from his pocket, stuffed it into Huo Jingyun and Liang Hongsiu's mouth, and took one by himself.

A fierce wind struck behind him, Lan Ling raised his head, and the three people next to him raised their swords and rushed towards him.

Lan Ling was shaken back a few steps, leaning against the wall, the sword has arrived!

With a few harsh sounds, the sword that pierced them was intercepted by life.

One person stopped the waist and caught Lan Ling, his ears were full of clanking fighting sounds.

"Master, go first!" Someone pushed them. Lan Ling looked for Huo Jingtian in a daze. He was already awake, holding a blunt sword and entangled with the cripple.

The black-faced man and scholar chased them out. Lan Ling was hugged by someone and jumped outside.

After chasing tightly, the scholar used an iron fan with spikes all around the fan.

Lan was inspired to have warm liquid dripping onto his face, and when he touched it with his hand, it was blood.

"You are hurt!" She hasn't seen the person holding her clearly yet.

He simply carried her on his shoulders and ran faster.

The two chased fiercely, without a chance to breathe.

"Don't talk! It's you that they want to catch!" When the man spoke, Lan Ling's heart was tense.

"Why are you! You let me down."

It is Ning Wang Lingfeng. He is not his original appearance, he has changed.