Quick-wearing female supporting roles: the sickly villain is suicidal

Chapter 652
Lan Shuang and Jiang Lusheng met at the gate of the palace. When they got off the carriage, Ying Yinggong and his family went forward to salute. Lan Shuang saw Jiang Lusheng standing behind at a glance. Their eyes met for a short time, and they separated instantly.

Lan Shuang vainly helped the British Duke, "Excuse me."

The British prince straightened up and smiled, "My lord goes first—"

Lan Shuang was not polite to her either, as soon as she entered the palace, Jiang Lusheng looked at the slightly shaking red earrings on her earlobe, his eyes flickered slightly.

He turned his head and looked around, and sure enough, many people's eyes had already fallen on Lan Shuang, and a few young masters blushed, who dared not but couldn't help but glance at Lan Shuang after following his family.

The smile on Jiang Lusheng's lips froze slightly.

When walking into the palace, I could still hear some people discussing.

"Why didn't I realize that King Rong is so beautiful before?"

"Yeah, I always thought she had a greasy face and was extremely wretched, but I didn't expect... to be so beautiful and majestic, not inferior to Your Majesty."

"King Rong and His Majesty are sisters after all, it's normal to look alike."

"If she wasn't so flirtatious, I would also like to..."

What are you thinking?Want to marry her?

Jiang Lusheng curled his lips into a cold smile, and glanced at those people as he passed by.

The young masters turned cold all over, subconsciously looked over, found that it was an unfamiliar face, and immediately changed the subject of discussion.

"Who is this man?"

"I don't know, I've never seen it before, but the one who can come to participate in the Longevity Festival must not be an ordinary family, it should be a son raised in a deep boudoir."

"He's following the man from the British government, can't he be the second son?"

The few people were startled, thinking about talking about their future wife in front of them just now, they blushed immediately and didn't dare to say any more, but they still couldn't help making secret comparisons in their hearts.

When they arrived at the main hall, Lan Shuang took a seat at the lower end, the closest to Lan Ling, which further highlighted her dignity, and the other princes had to sit in the back row.

And the British public's family is diagonally opposite her, and you can see it as soon as you look up.

Lan Shuang watched Jiang Lusheng sit down and smiled at him.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Lusheng turned his head and pretended not to see it.

Lan Shuang raised her eyebrows, "Okay, the vinegar vat is fried again~"

888 giggled, "Is it because of the influence of this world, why do you feel that adults are getting more and more delicate?"

Lan Shuang was stunned by this adjective, "Shut up!"

Otherwise, the more you look at it, the closer you will be to this word.

888 put his fingers on his lips and made a zip gesture.

Soon, Lan Ling walked in surrounded by a group of palace people, and the officials knelt down and prostrated and shouted: "Long live, long live, long live, Your Majesty!"

"I wish Your Majesty the health of the phoenix and a long life!"

Lan Ling was in a good mood, and waved her hand with a smile: "Normal."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Lan Shuang stood up and took a seat, and glanced up. Lan Ling was wearing a bright red auspicious suit, looking radiant and charming.

Sensing Lan Shuang's gaze, Lan Ling glanced down and nodded at her.

Lan Shuang understood that everything was ready, and she only owed Dongfeng.

Longevity Day was a great event, all the officials were smiling and beaming, and they came forward to offer gifts one by one. Lan Ling accepted them all with a smile, and commented on the interesting ones, and then asked people to take them down.

When the dishes were all served, Lan Ling gave a look, singing and dancing together, the soft dancers stepped forward, Lan Shuang looked curiously, well, they are all men.

Having been here for such a long time, Lan Shuang is not surprised by this, but she is still surprised at first glance.

However, the dancers raised in the palace are of extremely high level, and they dance with both rigidity and softness, making people immersed in it instantly.

Although she is wearing tulle, it doesn't make people feel frivolous, but rather fairy-like.

Lan Shuang watched intently, and 888 reminded in a low voice: "Host, my lord is watching you from the opposite side, please restrain yourself."

"I just watched the dance, not the people." When the dance reached a wonderful point, there was constant applause during the banquet, and Lan Shuang applauded along with her.

Jiang Lusheng on the opposite side picked up his wine glass and smiled, very good.

The corner of 888's mouth twitched, "I feel that there is murderous intent in the adults' eyes."

Lan Shuang: "!"

She turned her head to look at Jiang Lusheng, but Jiang Lusheng didn't look at her and was concentrating on eating. Lan Shuang pursed her lips and restrained herself a little.

At the end of the dance, the lead dancer turned around, and the golden bell rang. He stepped on the drum and lightly landed in front of Lan Ling. Lan Ling narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the visitor, with an appreciative smile on his lips.

The lead dancer cast a wink at Lan Ling, raised her hand, and the light gauze fell in front of Lan Ling, bringing a gust of fragrance, Lan Ling closed her eyes.

At this moment, the lead dancer's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he took out the soft sword at his waist with his backhand and shook it, stabbing Lan Ling's neck like a snake.

The assassination came suddenly, and the officials at the back didn't see what was happening in front of them. Only those who were close to each other noticed it. Lan Shuang slapped the table and stood up, shouting: "There are assassins! Hurry up and protect Your Majesty!"

As soon as the words fell, the hall was in chaos, and several people disguised as dancers and maids suddenly jumped up and rushed to the imperial platform from all directions.

The Imperial Forest Army rushed in from the door to protect the ministers, and tried their best to maintain order, but it was still chaos.

Lan Shuang stood up and backed away, and saw Lan Ling leaning back to avoid the soft sword, raised her hand to grab the cloth on the table and threw it away, and threw herself at the assassin.

Crackling, the cup shattered to the ground, the assassin pierced the tablecloth with his sword, stepped on the table and chased after him.

Cui Jing fought the opponent with bare hands, anxiously said: "Your Majesty, run!"

Lan Ling's eyes flashed, and he exchanged glances with the other party calmly. The guards came up to protect Lan Ling and went back. The assassin chased after him. In the chaos, a dart stabbed at Lan Ling, and then heard There was an exclamation.

Lan Shuang's heart tightened, but she quickly relaxed again. Lan Ling was already on guard and would not be easily injured. This might be setting up a trap to lure people into the bait.

With a flash of thought, she pretended to be panicked and shouted: "Take them down quickly! Take them alive!"

After shouting, she lifted her skirt and went to the apse.

The British family huddled behind the guards, their faces solemn. Jiang Luqing subconsciously grabbed the people around him, but was thrown away as soon as he caught them. When he looked up, he saw Jiang Lusheng standing up.

"Why are you going?"

Jiang Luqing asked tremblingly.

"Look at people." Jiang Lusheng threw down two words and went straight to the back hall.

Fortunately, the assassin was already under control, and no one paid attention to him, an insignificant son. He followed smoothly to the apse, and was stopped by the guards at the door. He said without changing his face: "I am the second son of the British government, please Go in and report."

Before the Imperial Forest Army could speak, Lan Shuang's voice came from inside, "Let him in."

Jiang Lusheng stepped inside quickly, and saw Lan Shuang standing beside the bed calmly, while Lan Ling was sitting on the bed with a heavy face, but there was no wound on his body.

He felt relieved and stepped forward to salute: "Your Majesty, Wang Ye."

Lan Ling glanced at him, "Do you know what to say after you go out?"

(End of this chapter)