A hundred ways to conquer yourself

With a smile: "Daofei, I heard that there is a very useful method of feeding medicine, do you want to try it?"

Yi Lan couldn't answer this multiple-choice question.

Therefore, Rong Yuanqing helped Yilan choose the only answer to this multiple-choice question——

"You've been in a coma for a long time, and you still haven't woken up. I'm really worried. Why don't we try that method. If it works, it's a little credit for that method..."

After saying that, Rong Yuanqing went to fetch the medicine bowl, took a sip by herself, then put the medicine bowl back, pinched Yi Lan's chin, and let her chin tilt up slightly.

Following this posture, Rong Yuanqing lowered her head.

The lips of the two were getting closer and closer, and they were about to lean together.

But at the critical moment when the gap at the last point was about to disappear, Yi Lan opened his eyes, and his eyes didn't have any emotion, they were very calm.

It's like just waking up and not knowing what happened just now.

However, Rong Yuanqing is not someone who knows how to follow the rules——

Even when she saw Yi Lan woke up, she still leaned straight down without any pause.

But it still fell through.

Seeing that she didn't stop, Yi Lan turned her head to the side, avoiding Rong Yuanqing, and thanks to Rong Yuanqing's lack of effort, she was able to avoid it successfully.

This contact failed, and Rong Yuanqing didn't do anything else.

He just sat upright by the bed, swallowed the medicine in his mouth, took out a plain handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, and then spoke: "Are you finally awake?"

Yi Lan glanced at her, his eyes were cold, without any emotion.

"what are you doing."

"Me?" Rong Yuanqing threw the wiped handkerchief into the square wooden plate on the low cabinet beside the bed, and it just landed on the edge of the medicine bowl, then turned her head and smiled at Yi Lan: "I am Here to bring you medicine."

Yi Lan propped herself up and sat up, looking at Rong Yuanqing with alert eyes: "If it's just delivering medicine, then what were you planning to do just now?"

Rong Yuanqing shook his head, with a heavy face, and said: "Daofei, you have been in a coma for five days. I am really worried about you, so I came up with this way to make you drink it. "

"I think, as long as you can drink the medicine, you should be able to wake up, so I didn't pay attention when I was in a hurry."

In a hurry?

Yi Lan really wanted to break up the words "immediately anxious" into a paste and smear it on Rong Yuanqing's face.

Just now they were in pairs saying that they just fell asleep and it wasn't serious at all, but when they turned their faces, they said that they were really worried about being in a hurry. The change of their faces was really not as fast as turning the pages of a book.

Yes, she did wake up earlier.

Not only woke up, but also went down once.

As a result, just once in a while, Rong Yuanqing comforted Chengshuang, saying that her unconsciousness was just falling asleep, and it was not serious.

When she heard this, she really wanted to tear up her previous guess.

Earlier, she had also guessed whether Rong Yuanqing was her own.

After all, when I came here last time, I had pretended to be Rong Yuanqing, so even if I was sure that I was just pretending to be Rong Yuanqing, I was still suspicious.

But now, she didn't doubt it at all.

If Rong Yuanqing was really herself, she wouldn't say that she was unconscious and just sleeping just because she wanted to comfort Chengshuang.

But Rong Yuanqing said it.

With a cold face, Yi Lan reached out to take the medicine bowl, deliberately turned away the place where Rong Yuanqing drank before, and drank the whole bowl of medicine right on the mouth of the bowl.

Bitter tongue numb.

"I'm done drinking, you can go."

"Okay," Rong Yuanqing sighed, stood up from the bed, walked out, and when he reached the edge of the painting screen, he seemed to suddenly remember something, turned back, and pointed at Fang Mu. Another bowl on the plate said: "It contains candied dates, if you feel bitter in your mouth, just pinch one, it's very sweet."

"It was originally prepared for Shuangshuang, and you can be regarded as having her back. The next time you see her again, even if it's for this, you have to let her go."

Yi Lan clenched her hand on the quilt, but there was still no expression on her face.

Rong Yuanqing saw it, the corners of her mouth turned up, she didn't say anything, she just waved her hand and said, "Okay, you can take a good rest here, I'm leaving first."

After saying this, she really went around to draw the screen and left.

When I went out, I even took the door behind me, which was very considerate.

But Yi Lan is not uncommon at all.

She took off the quilt and got out of bed, stepped on her shoes and walked to the window, and closed the small window again.

Rong Yuanqing didn't walk too fast, and it was only at this time that he was about to walk under the crabapple tree.

As if she felt that someone was looking at her from above, she stopped and turned her head to look at the window above, but she saw nothing except the small window that was propped up.

Rong Yuanqing only twitched his eyebrows for a while, turned around and walked on the same path without much pause.

Yi Lan then stood back by the window again.

Under the bluish crabapple tree, there are occasionally three or two green leaves falling down, against the back of the red-clothed man who is going further and further away, the color contrast is strong, and it is difficult to look away.

Yi Lan lowered her eyes, her thoughts gradually sank.

Really not?

The room was silent in the room, only the slight sound of the wind passing by. He turned over the plain handkerchief in the square wooden tray by the bedside, revealing the orchid flower embroidered in one corner.

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☆、Fifth: Don't talk about master and apprentice (8)

Bai Daofei said that he wanted to think about his mistakes behind closed doors, that is to think about his mistakes behind closed doors.

Bai Daofei said that he would hide from the world for the next ten years and never step out of the Lianhan Pavilion, which means that no one will see her outside of the Lianhan Pavilion within ten years.

That's right, Bai Daofei's words are guaranteed like this.

Even if Yi Lan cried in front of everyone with Bai Daofei's skin on his face, everyone still absolutely believed that Bai Daofei could do what he said.

There is no other way, the image of Bai Daofei under the tree in the past few years is too lofty, and no one can shake it.

So since Yi Lan woke up, she has been wandering around in the Lianhan Pavilion.

She was alone and bored beyond belief.

The main god never appeared again after that painful punishment. No matter what Yi Lan called or threatened, the main god seemed to have completely hibernated, without any response.

The things I want to explore are cut off, and the self I want to see has not yet appeared.

Day by day is extremely difficult, but also extremely fast.

Yi Lan sat in a daze on the only futon in the quiet room, thinking maybe it was because these were all in her dreams, so the time could be fast or slow?

It is my dream after all.

After sitting in an upright posture for a while, Yi Lan became tired from sitting.Fortunately, there are no other people, even if you are tired from sitting, you don't have to make it difficult for yourself, just relax and take a rest before sitting.

Although Bai Daofei is proficient in Taoism, he doesn't know anything about it.

But it doesn't work and it doesn't work.

In the future, when I wait for myself to come and pick me up by myself, but I don't even have half the ability, how can I protect myself well, and how can I kill those people when I say I killed them?

So every day, I have to come to the quiet room to meditate, which is the rule Yi Lan set for himself.

Anyway, there are thousands of ways, and it is not impossible to pick the simplest one and walk to the black.

In the blink of an eye, half of the ten-year oath behind closed doors has passed.

This day Yi Lan got up, pushed open the small window of the bedroom, before he could look outside, he was hit by a faint fragrance from the wind.

This burst of fragrance is not lingering, it will scatter when it hits it, diffuse in the air, and gradually fade away.

Yi Lan moved her nose, smelling the fragrance, and looked towards the crabapple tree in a good mood.

I saw that on the lush canopy where there were only floating green leaves, suddenly countless rouge dots appeared in the blue color, pink and delicate, and the shape was very cute.

Is it time for the crabapple to bloom?

Yi Lan looked at a group of rouge dots that were about to bloom, and occasionally there were one or two crabapple flowers that had already opened their petals, because after waiting for so long and not being able to see her anxiety, her anxious mood was instantly relieved a lot.

These flowers are so beautiful.

Supporting the window lattice with one hand, leaning up slightly, stretched out the other hand, and lightly brushed the crabapple flower that was only a little bloomed hanging on the nearby flower branch, and closed it when it touched the petals. back.

I won't pick it up.

When you come, pick another flower for yourself.

Wear it on your temples, it must look good.

Yi Lan imagined the scene of putting flowers on her hairpin, and she felt very happy, and then heard the singing of birds, raising her eyes and looking far away, everything she saw was full of vitality.

Such a beautiful spring scene cannot be let down.

But I'm not here, so I can only live up to it.

Yi Lan sighed, immediately lost interest in the scene outside the window, so she put down the small window and shut herself in the room again.

But if she doesn't go out, there will always be someone who will unconsciously come to hook her out.

Yi Lan had just closed the small window when she heard someone talking.

You don't need to listen carefully, Yi Lan knows who and who.

I haven't gone out these few years, except for Xie Mingxian, these two are the most diligent.

Yi Lan wanted to leave, but when she heard the content of the conversation outside the window, she felt a little itchy curiosity, so she stopped her steps, stayed by the closed small window, and listened with bated breath.

"Sister, where are we going?"

"You'll know when Shuang'er gets there, let's go."

"Can't you tell Shuang'er first? Tell me a little bit, okay? Sister."

The girl's Jiaojiao voice was still soft and waxy, with a long tail, sticky, sticking to people's hearts, like honey.

No one can bear such coquettishness.

Of course, except for Yi Lan.

Yi Lan leaned against the wall, pinched her fingertips, and listened intently to what Rong Yuanqing had to say.

Rong Yuanqing suddenly lowered her voice at this time, Yi Lan was so far away, she couldn't hear what she said at all, and could only vaguely hear what was secret or not.

Frowning, Yi Lan just wanted to move closer to the window to listen, Rong Yuanqing amplified her voice again: "Okay, let's go quickly."

As soon as these words were finished, there were only two footsteps running away.

There were also shouts with laughter in pairs: "Slow down, slow down! Sister, sister—you slow down! Shuang'er will not be able to keep up with you..."

The two ran far away, and it became quiet again under the crabapple tree.

Yi Lan re-closed the small window, and the slightly intoxicating warm wind with a faint fragrance outside had a place to go again, following the direction of the wind, they all got into the bedroom.

Changing the angle, Yi Lan saw Rong Yuanqing and Cheng Shuang.

A piece of red clothes ran in front, followed closely by pink clothes, and the red and pink responded, laughing and making noise, but it was also very harmonious.

Unconsciously picking between her nails, Yi Lan thought about it and decided to go out.

Even if it wasn't for Rong Yuanqing, he hadn't been out of the Lianhan Pavilion for a long time, so he should go out for a breather.

Otherwise, before I come, I will be bored first, which is not very good.

Anyway, Lianhan Pavilion is close to the back mountain of the Xie family, so few people come here on weekdays, even if they go out, no one will find her.

As for the promise, it's Bai Daofei, not her.

that is it.

After making a decision, Yi Lan quickly went out from the side door of Lianhan Pavilion, followed Rong Yuanqing and the others' direction, and quietly followed.

Yi Lan walked forward for a while, and found that the surroundings had changed.

Pink everywhere.

From far to near, on the top of the mountain and by the side of the stream, there are powders.

The pink grass spread out like a blanket, soft and warm.

It's too beautiful.

She never knew there was such a piece of powder here in Houshan.

Well, after I come here, I must bring myself here to have a look.

Stretching out her hand, brushing past the pink beside her, Yi Lan's fingertips were slightly scratched by the pink grass light, and her heart was also slightly itchy.

After walking in the powder for a while, Yi Lan saw them.

But she didn't want to go up and meet them.

Stretched around, coincidentally, there was a thick old tree lying between Yi Lan and Rong Yuanqing, Yi Lan moved over with light steps, and the whole person was covered by the tree, just right .

The location is also just right, just enough to hear the sound.

It's just that it's up to Yi Lan to think about the scene.

A piece of pink, the spring breeze is intoxicating, such a good situation, if nothing happens, it is a waste.

So, after only five years, Cheng Duo's figure has grown from a short and cute little doll to a delicate and graceful little girl.

The little girl pointed her fingers, her face was flushed, her head was lowered, her eyelashes trembling uncomfortably.

"Sister, what did you bring me here for..."

Rong Yuanqing looked at the old tree not far from them, raised the corner of her mouth, and asked without answering, "Shuang'er, what do you think?"

The little girls in pairs lowered their heads even lower.

The fingers that were only facing each other are now tightly twisted together, and the pink flush on the face has also turned into a red flush, just looking at it, I feel that the cheek must be very hot.

"I... what did I say..."

Rong Yuanqing still smiled, continued to look at the old tree without turning her gaze, and said, "If Shuang'er doesn't know what to say, then I don't know either."

Cheng Shuang's little girl bit her lip, quickly raised her head to look at Rong Yuanqing, then quickly lowered her head, only cautiously reached out and grabbed the corner of Rong Yuanqing's clothes.

Whispering in a low voice: "I, I... sister, Yuan Qing, you... do you like me?"

Rong Yuanqing looked at the old tree not far away, and responded with a smile: "Yes, I like it."

Cheng Shuang raised her head, with joy in her eyes: "Really? Sister... no, Yuan Qing, do you really like me?"

Rong Yuanqing withdrew her gaze and landed on Cheng Shuang, but she didn't show any affection, she just nodded, with a slight smile at the corner of her mouth, and said, "Really."

But just this little bit is enough to fall in pairs.

Biting their lips in pairs, they let go of Rong Yuanqing's sleeves, and tried to hold her hand instead.

She wants confirmation.

Rong Yuanqing felt Chengshuang's outstretched hands, but she frowned slightly, and quickly let go, moved her hands away, and put them on Chengshuang's shoulders instead.

Then, put on a serious and affectionate face, and said in a gentle voice, "Shuang'er, it's true."

Cheng Shuang didn't get the hand he wanted, a little bit of disappointment flashed in his heart, but it was quickly brought over by Rong Yuanqing's words.

If you didn't hold it, you didn't hold it. Anyway, she said it herself.

Rong Yuanqing's own words can calm her mind more than anything else.

Cheng Shuang gave up on further research, and raised her head, as if she was already drunk in the spring breeze and love, with spring in the corners of her eyes and brows.

"Then, what do you like about me?"

Rong Yuanqing looked at the old tree again, his eyes softened, as if he was thinking, and after a while, he said: "I like you, just because you are you, so I like you."

Yi Lan leaned back against the tree, pinched her fingertips fiercely, the pain was so painful that she almost shed tears again.

She is not herself.

So, it's okay.

It doesn't matter.

She just had to wait for her to come.

She herself has not come yet.

But what if it is?

What if Rong Yuanqing was herself?

What should I do?

I don't like myself anymore, I like someone else, and I say I like it affectionately to others, just because you are you.

I like others.

What should I do myself?

Does it matter?

But, that's me, that's me who only likes me.

Without her, without her love, what would she do?

Yi Lan didn't know.

She just felt very stuffy in her heart.

The author has something to say: I'm standing in front of you, can't you even recognize yourself?

You can't recognize me, you can't recognize yourself, so how can I exist?A self who is not affirmed by oneself cannot exist at all.

take me home.

Is Rong Yuanqing Yi Lan herself?

Um. . .Guess, guess, guess~

☆、Fifth: Don't talk about master and apprentice (9)

Yi Lan leaned against the old tree, her white clothes were gently lifted by the wind, and then floated down leisurely.

A piece of pink grass blanket also followed the wind and fell in the direction of Yi Lan.

Three or two verdant leaves fell from the old tree, either at Yi Lan's feet, or on Yi Lan's shoulders, or on the crow-green hair.

The spring breeze is blowing, warm and fragrant, but Yi Lan can't feel anything.

The only thing she can feel is pain.

The dense, potential flesh and blood swallowed every inch, and finally invaded the heart.

I don't know what pain is.

One hand tightly clutched the clothes on his chest, as if he wanted to relieve the pain that was not severe but piercing.The other hand was hanging by his side, holding a plain handkerchief, and the corner embroidered with orchids was held in the palm of Yi Lan's hand.

It won't be.

definitely not...

"Why are you crying again?"

The question that suddenly rang in her ear disturbed Yi Lan's thoughts, she suddenly opened her eyes, but in the blur of water and light, she only saw a touch of red.

Let go of the hand holding the clothes on the chest, lift it up and put the back of the hand on the brow bone, covering the eyes.

There was a slight cry in the voice, which was not obvious: "Where are you in pairs?"

Rong Yuanqing looked at Yi Lan, sized her up and down, and answered her: "Shuang'er was called away by Ming Xian, why, do you want to find her?"

Restraining again and again, Yi Lan held back her emotions, wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, but still didn't put her hand down: "Why did you lead me here?"

If Rong Yuanqing didn't do it on purpose, she would never believe it.

If it wasn't intentional, why bother to walk past her cabinet on such a private matter and say it so loudly.

It was clear that this scene was just for her to watch.

It's just that she still can't understand whether this scene is true or not.

If it is true, then why did you lure her over?

Could it be that Rong Yuanqing specially asked herself to be a witness for her and Cheng Shuang?

That was really thoughtful.

But if it was fake, Yi Lan couldn't figure it out even more.

What reason does Rong Yuanqing have to lie in front of her to a little girl who has a deep love for her childhood?

Could it be?

Rong Yuanqing smiled, without hiding anything, and gave the answer directly: "It's not the reason, I just feel that you have been bored in Lianhan Pavilion for more than five years, I was really afraid that you would be bored, so I hooked you out Take a step into the spring."

"How is it? Are you satisfied with the scenery in this area?"

Just for this?

Yi Lan put down her hand, raised her eyes and walked over to Rong Yuanqing, looking at the piece of pink swaying in the warm wind behind her, with a trace of confusion in her eyes.

"This grass... what is it called?"

"Fendai Chaozicao."

Yi Lan silently read the name of the grass in her heart, and just about to write it down, she heard Rong Yuanqing say again: "Cheng Shuang likes this, so I let someone transplant these here."

"Why, do you like it too?"

Yi Lan froze suddenly, and the hand holding the handkerchief also tightened suddenly, trying to relax the tight vocal cords, finally blurred out three words from his throat: "I don't like it."

dislike.

I don't like it at all.

Fen Dai messy grass, whoever likes her, anyway, she doesn't like it.

She will never like it.

Rong Yuanqing frowned, and the corners of his mouth curled up, with a bit of a joke, and said: "If you don't like it, you don't like it, but——"

"It's easy for me to misunderstand you in this way."

Yi Lan pinched her fingertips, straightened her back, and refused to relax: "What am I like?"

"If you want to cry or not, it's poor..."

As she said that, Rong Yuanqing stretched out her hand to wipe away a drop of tear still hanging from Yi Lan's eyelashes, but she failed - she was caught by Yi Lan's good hand, which was still holding the handkerchief.

Rong Yuanqing's eyes were drawn by the handkerchief, and she no longer wanted to help Yi Lan.

"Why are you still holding it?"

Yi Lan handed the crumpled handkerchief forward, with a cold face and a cold voice, said: "Return to the original owner."

Rong Yuanqing smiled, but didn't answer.

"You don't have to go back, it was originally yours."

"what?"

"I said this veil was originally your own."

The eyes of the two fell on the handkerchief at the same time, Yi Lan stared at the orchid in the corner, dazed, and it took a long time to remember to ask: "Then why, my handkerchief is with you..."

And that time when I went to see Shark Tears, Rong Yuanqing took out the same kind of handkerchief to wipe her tears.

When I came here for the first time, I took out the handkerchief to wipe my hands, and that was it.

That's why she had doubts about Rong Yuanqing's identity.

But now, Rong Yuanqing said that this veil has always been her own.

So, this means that Rong Yuanqing is not.

When asked about this, Rong Yuanqing took a rare choke and scratched her cheek with her fingertips, but she didn't hide it, and said generously: "Is this...you left it that day, I picked it up at random."

It was the day when we went to see Shark Tears together.

Xie Mingxian patted Yi Lan, pushing her staggeringly, while Yi Lan was steadying her movements, a handkerchief floated out from her cuff.

But Yi Lan himself didn't notice.

A veil fell to the ground, silently and silently, who could notice?

If it wasn't for Rong Yuanqing standing behind and watching her, she wouldn't have noticed the square veil.

But with Rong Yuanqing's consistent behavior, even if he saw such a square handkerchief, he would not condescend to bend down to pick it up and keep it privately.

Rong Yuanqing really didn't intend to pick up the handkerchief.

But at this moment, something that everyone thought would never happen happened——

Yi Lan cried.

Bai Daofei cried.

Such an accident was enough to make Rong Yuanqing slightly change her plan.

So, the handkerchief that fell on the ground got into Rong Yuanqing's sleeve, and finally into Yi Lan's hand.

Rong Yuanqing originally wanted to use this to return the handkerchief to Yi Lan.

But she also did not expect that Yi Lan would be so polite, and handed the handkerchief back to her after wiping away her tears.

Therefore, Rong Yuanqing pinched the handkerchief that was wet with tears, glanced at the plain orchid embroidered on the top corner, and said something interesting in her heart.

But no matter how interesting it was, she still remembered to return the handkerchief.

She has never had a habit of hiding other people's handkerchiefs.

However, since that day when she returned the veil, she couldn't remember something clearly, she only vaguely remembered that Bai Daofei seemed to have passed out suddenly, but she didn't remember anything after that.

But it was just that period of time.

After that period, she can remember everything again.

It is also strange to say.

But Rong Yuanqing also thought too much about Zeng towards this.

If you don't remember, you don't remember.

If you can't remember something, it's probably not important to you.

Since it is not important, there is no need to delve into it.

That's what Rong Yuanqing thought, so she covered up that period of time.

Anyway, I returned the veil, and I didn't have much interest in Bai Daofei, so there was no need to have more contact with her.

It's just that Xie Mingxian and Cheng Shuang are surprisingly interested in Lianhan Pavilion.

There was no other way, she had no choice but to follow the two of them to come to Lianhan Pavilion from time to time to wander around.

But they come here to entertain themselves.

Because most of the time, Yi Lan meditates alone in the quiet room, and she won't stop just because they come.

Taking the time back from that day five years ago, Yi Lan has already put away her emotions.

Since Rong Yuanqing is not her, then it doesn't matter.

She just wants to be herself.

Rong Yuanqing explained it, and seeing that Yi Lan didn't want to talk to her anymore, she felt bored, so she greeted her casually and left first.

After waiting for Rong Yuanqing to leave for a long time, Yi Lan made sure she had left the back mountain, and then slowly slid on the ground leaning against the tree trunk.

Put your legs together, spread the wrinkled handkerchief on your knees, pull it up and down, and finally smooth out all the wrinkles.

Yi Lan rubbed her fingers on the plain orchid in Pajiao, traced along the embroidery patterns, and felt much better.

Nothing.

very soon.

Soon it will come by itself.

I just need to wait here for myself.

……

The surrounding pink circle formed a cage, and inside the cage was a girl in white sitting against a tree, with her forehead resting on a handkerchief on her knees.

The expression on the side is gentle.

Another gust of wind blew past, lifted the corner of the veil embroidered with orchids, and scratched Yi Lan's cheek, softly, like caressing, and like kissing.

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☆、Fifth: Don't talk about master and apprentice (10)

Half of the ten years have passed, and there are only five years left, and after five years and four years, only one year is left.

It's time for me to come too.

Yi Lan leaned against the window, counting the days with her fingers, looking forward to it.

She would never leave herself to suffer by Cheng Shuang's side, she would go to pick up the child when Cheng Shuang gave birth to a child, pamper her in every possible way, and make herself comfortable for a while.

Yi Lan hides from the world in Lianhan Pavilion, but the daily changing situation outside can always reach her.

It's not that the system helps.

The main god hasn't come out since the system crashed inexplicably last time.

No matter what Yi Lan called it, even though he used all threats and temptations, there was still no response.

After a long time, Yi Lan will forget about it, as long as there is no it.

Anyway, this is in her own dream, whether there is a main god or not is the same.

Yi Lan didn't know exactly who sent her the message, so after deliberation, she circled a few people and selected them, and finally erased them all.

This, she thought, was in her dream.

If the main god can't help her, who else will help her?

It must be herself.

Yi Lan recognized the answer, and it became a routine to go to the window to get a flower every day—the message was attached to the flower.

And this flower still comes according to the season.

In spring, flowers are blooming like brocades, and the flowers that are placed on the window every day are also the same every day—a smiling flower today, a forsythia branch tomorrow, and a poppy poppy the next day.

Even if Yi Lan doesn't go out, she can enjoy all the brilliant spring flowers, which can be said to be very enjoyable.

In summer, there are either elegant jasmine, bright red pomegranate, or small ball-shaped phoenix orchids. There are not as many flowers as in spring, but they are enough.

Perhaps it was because it was too hot in summer, so people who wanted to plan things couldn't calm down, so there were few news.

And in autumn and winter, after sending flowers such as osmanthus osmanthus, refushuang, chrysanthemum and plum, waiting for nothing to give, the flowers were replaced with evergreen pine needles and cypress branches.

It is also interesting to open the window every day, and a touch of greenery emerges from the depression.

In the early morning of this day, Yi Lan propped up the small window of the bedroom as usual, and a bunch of hydrangeas appeared, along with a green branch stained with morning dew.

Yi Lan reached out to take the flower, took off the roll of paper tied with a small rope tied to the green branch, put the flower on the window lattice first, and unfolded the roll of paper by herself.

There are only a few words on the paper that is not as wide as your thumb.

June [-]th, Rong Anqing's birthday.

Just nine words.

After thinking for a while, Yi Lan had an answer.

Rong Anqing's birthday was probably the day when Xie Mingxian sent out the pair as a gift.

The little uncle was going to celebrate his birthday, and he was a great nephew, sending out the green plum that he grew up with just like that, which is also worthy of the word relative.

Yi Lan raised the corner of her mouth, her smile was cold, but she didn't have any more emotions.

Today is ten, and in three more days, it should be time.

Over the years, according to the news from Huashang, Yi Lan finally understood how Xie Mingxian grew from a young boy like that at the beginning to a person who was black at heart.

The father is incompetent, but he wants to save face.

He did several things to make all the fairy sects laugh at him, and Rong Shi was not allowed to help him wipe his ass.The eldest daughter of the Rong family, the mother of Rong Yuanqing and Xie Mingxian, advised him several times to restrain himself, but he refused to listen.

It's fine if you don't listen, but it's also because Miss Rong persuaded him to look down on him.

Then he clamored to divorce Miss Rong.

If it wasn't for an unearthed old woman above him pressing him down, Xie Rong might really have to break up his team and separate his family.

But even after being suppressed, people are still not convinced.

Seeing his words and deeds, Miss Rong still persisted, she was very angry. She was sad, but she was a repeat offender of an old disease. After two months, she let go.

As soon as Miss Rong left, the contact between Xie Rong and Shuangbi was cut off in half.

The only ones left are Rong Yuanqing, whose surname is Rong, and Cheng Shuang, who is used to guard Xie Rong's twin jades forever.

After Miss Rong left, the people from the Rong family immediately picked up Rong Yuanqing and returned to the Rong family.

When Rong Yuanqing returned to the Rong family, and found out the real reason for her mother's death, her heart was probably half chilled, so she didn't mention going back to the Xie family to see such things.

After a long time, the sister-brother relationship between Rong Yuanqing and Xie Mingxian is actually not much left.

If it wasn't for Chengshuang who walked between Xie Rong's two clans from time to time, the sibling relationship would probably have dissipated even faster.

Because Miss Rong is the only daughter of the Rong family, she has a special status, and Miss Rong's parents died young, so even after she got married, everyone in the Rong family still followed the ceremony like Rong Yuanqing.

For three years, the Rong family has always been deserted.

Finally, this year, the filial piety period has passed, and it coincides with Rong Anqing's birthday, Xie Mingxian had to find a way to take advantage of this golden opportunity to bring the Rong family back together.

The head of Xie's family, who always makes troubles, fell ill this winter, and he really meant to be sick.

Therefore, from this winter until now, the Xie family has been under Xie Mingxian's control.

Xie Mingxian, who was offended by the master in the past, has already brought back more than half of them.The other ones were really offended too much, and there was also the humble Xiaomenzong, so Xie Mingxian would not keep it.

How to remove it is removed.

The subordinates are extremely black and very concealed.

If it is not known, few people can contact him.

After all, the image that Xie Mingxian has built up now is really great, especially with his father as a comparison, it is like a heaven and an earth.

Of course, Bai Daofei would never know this.

Yi Lan rolled up the small paper again, inserted || into the flower core of the hydrangea flower and didn't care anymore, went downstairs, ready to wash up, drink a bowl of porridge, and start a day of meditation.

Thirteen is only time to watch a play, and today is only ten, so don't worry.

Shu Zhige.

Xie Mingxian had someone call Chengshuang, who had just arrived.

Another four years have passed, and Cheng Shuang seems to have become a slim lady.

Still pink all over, but better than when I was young