Queen Flower

"Xiaozhu!"

A warm voice sounded in her ears, just like what she heard every day at that time, Jiang Lan turned to look at her, the wind rolled her long hair and swayed it in the air, fluttering, strands of strands, like an open web. The white dress fluttered and danced, like a lotus flower in full bloom. This is the fairy walking on the snow, coming by the wind.

Her face was still as bright and beautiful, and her dark eyes seemed to be buried in the entire universe, vast and vast, and how many emotions were hidden in it.

She looked at him without speaking, and it had been two years since she said goodbye that day.

The master was still wearing that white robe, with a long and jade-like body, like a banished immortal. He seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and the white robe was a bit wide, and it rattled in the wind, as if he was calling loudly and whispering softly.

Wen Daolin stared at the fluttering figure in front of him, his whole body trembling slightly.

"You finally came back to see me, I've been waiting for you for two years," he slowly approached her, softly and slowly, not daring to make a single sound, as if he was afraid of scaring away the souls who suddenly visited, "You finally found way home."

He said softly, walked in front of her, stretched out his hands but didn't dare to touch it, for fear that with a touch of his finger, the illusion would disappear and it would become a dream.

"Are you okay there?" he said, then shook his head again, "It must be very bad, it's dark and dark, so stay here, you can see the sunrise, haven't you always wanted to see it?"

He was talking to himself, but his eyes were fixed on her.

Tears slowly flowed from Jiang Lan's eyes, sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto Wen Daolin's open palms. The wet tears, the salty tears, were warm.

She said softly, "Master, I'm back."

Wen Daolin seemed to have scalded his hand, he clenched his fist suddenly and let it go. Eyes wide open, "You..."

Jiang Lan grabbed his hand and put it on his face, "I'm still alive."

Wen Daolin's face was excited and confused, and he stroked her cheeks with his hands, all the way down, from shoulders to fingertips, as if he couldn't believe it. Suddenly, he stretched out his big hand and pulled open the front of her clothes, revealing her like a snow-capped mountain. 's breast. White as fat.

Jiang Lan was inexplicably surprised and wanted to cover it up with his hands.

Wen Daolin suddenly hugged her and clasped her hand. He leaned down and pressed his face against her bare/exposed left breast.

There was a dampness that scalded her heart.

"The body is hot and the heart is beating," he murmured. "You're really alive. It's so nice." He kept kissing the soft skin on her chest, feeling the swell with his lips. heartbeat. His kiss was holy, devout, a sincere thank you to God, without the slightest desire.

Jiang Lan didn't know how to answer him, so he could only pat him on the back to comfort him.

a long time. Wen Daolin let go of his hand, and the half-open spring/color in front of him made him realize what he had just done, and his face was red and cloudy. He hurriedly pulled the front of her clothes, but he was so rude just now that he tore off the straps of her underwear.

He tried to calm down and asked, "How did you survive? Where have you been all these years?"

Jiang Lan sighed, "It's a long story. I'll tell you slowly."

Wen Daolin was not in a hurry, he could still survive under those circumstances. It must be a miracle beyond human reach, so he is mentally prepared, "Come in with me and talk about it."

The two entered the thatched hut. Jiang Lan looked around. It was a simple dwelling. Just like his usual style, there was a stack of white clothes on the bamboo bed. Only after looking closely did they realize that these were all her clothes at that time. The only thing she left.

She touched those clothes and felt a little uncomfortable. Although it was because of Xiaoxi that she forgot his feelings and lost his memory, there was one thing that was her fault. She died many times, but she was always determined The idea is to wait until everything is over before coming to him. She has never wanted to see him in the moment after her resurrection.

She really is a heartless person.

Wen Daolin kept looking at her and was reluctant to take his eyes away. She was still the same as before, with picturesque features, but there was something more in this beauty beyond the world. In those clear eyes, there is a touch of calm and firmness, and in that soft figure, there is a vigorous force. The long whip wrapped around her left arm exudes vigorous combat power.

She finally grew up and bloomed like a flower in a place he couldn't see.

The two had just sat down when suddenly there were footsteps outside.

It turned out that the three people at the foot of the mountain were worried when they saw that she had not come back, so they went up the mountain to find them. When the three reached the top of the mountain, they naturally saw the thatched hut and the tomb.

Xiao Yan and Yan Zhan swept over the tombstone of the "beloved wife", and they were slightly moved. They could not have imagined that the master, his old man, was still such a long-term lover, that he would stay here alone to accompany his deceased wife, and could not help but feel some sympathy.

Only Xia Henqiu's face changed greatly after seeing "wife Wen Xiaozhu" at a glance. If he remembered correctly, Jiang Lan also has a pseudonym called Wen Xiaozhu. Some kind of strange feeling. Now, he feels that he is going to be numb. He can almost guess what happened. What strange things can't happen to Jiang Lan? The only thing he can't guess is who is the person who erected this monument?

Jiang Lan got up and opened the door and walked out. The hut was too small to accommodate so many people.

The three of them stood in front of them in a blink of an eye. Jiang Lan was surprised to find that the faces of the three had changed a lot. The ashes from their clothes had been patted off, their hair was combed down, their faces were washed with water, and their beards were shaved. Gotta be clean.

The three men stood there, each with their own characteristics and strengths, and there seemed to be some expectations on their faces.

Jiang Lan suddenly felt that her head was too big, so she could only stand there biting her head, and she had to solve her own troubles. However, there is an old saying, "There are more lice than itching, and more debts don't worry about it." , A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water? There's nothing to worry about, she's going home anyway, whether it's a loss for one person, or a loss for a few people, the result is no different.

Jiang Lan calmed down again.

Wen Daolin walked out of the hut with a fluttering white robe. He glanced at the three men with awe, and stood beside Jiang Lan and said softly, "Who are they? Your friends?"

Except for Xia Henqiu, who had been prepared for a long time, Xiao Yan and Yan Zhan were stunned when they saw Wen Daolin's appearance. They thought that a handsome old man with white hair and beard would come out. It was unexpected that it would be such a young man, with a slender and tall figure, a warm and handsome appearance, wide eyebrows and refined elegance, making people feel like a spring breeze.

Judging from his appearance, this person is almost the same age as them, and his relationship with Jiang Lan seems to be very close. Suddenly, they also have some kind of hunch, could it be...

Jiang Lan saw Xiao Yan's eyes spitting out fire when he looked at him, Yan Zhan's eyes were full of cold knives, this is the naked/naked/naked catch/rape look. Only Xia Henqiu looked at him lightly on the side, as if it had nothing to do with him.

It's really self-inflicted and can't live, Jiang Lan is crazy, and decides to introduce them to each other quickly, this matter is over. She pointed at Wen Daolin and said, "This is my master Wen Daolin." Then she pointed at the three and said, "This is Xiao Yan, Yan Zhan and Xia Henqiu." It's better to forget about identity.

Sure enough, it was a master. Although it was strange that he was so young, maybe he was an expert who practiced some kind of rejuvenation technique? Xiao Yan was a martial idiot, so he thought of it at once, and at the same time, with some luck, he immediately bowed: "Master, the old man is well, we are all friends of Jiang Lan, and I came to visit today, so I'm sorry to disturb you."

Wen Daolin glanced at Xiao Yan, turned around and said to Jiang Lan, "Xiaozhu, your real name is Jiang Lan?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked. Did this master know nothing about her? How did those years come about?

Yan Zhan seemed to remember something, pointed to the stone tablet and said, "What do you mean by this? Who is your wife, is Wen Xiaozhu Jiang Lan?" Murder.

Xiao Yan looked at the stone tablet with a look of awe. What happened? He originally came to see his parents, but he never thought that this so-called master was a beast and would actually treat his apprentice...

"Love Wife"! This is ignorance, this is incest. He really wanted to pull out the Hengyue Dao and kill this sanctimonious person.

The mountains and the rain are about to come and the wind is full of buildings. It was still harmonious just now, but now there is a faint look of tension.

The same question comes up again, is history going to repeat itself?

Jiang Lan felt overwhelmed, she turned back and said to Xia Henqiu, "Don't you want to ask about your uncle? Ask my master, your uncle is his personal guard, and his name is still from your uncle."

Xia Henqiu's expression changed when he heard it. He looked at Wen Daolin's face carefully, then stepped forward and asked, "Are you the fourth prince?"

Wen Daolin's attention has been on Xiao Yan and Yan Zhan, because the aggression of these two people is too strong, which makes him instinctively vigilant, as if someone stepped into his territory and coveted his treasure, and only now is Turning his gaze to the low-key Xia Henqiu, he suddenly guessed his identity. What is the origin of this person?

Xia Henqiu bowed, "My mother is the left minister of Zunguo, and my father and His Highness's guard are biological brothers. His surname is Wen."

A sincere smile appeared on Wen Daolin's face, "It's really nice to see people who respect the country. Don't call me Your Highness, everyone is the same, they are all abandoned by the country."

Xiao Yan and Yan Zhan looked at each other, then looked at Jiang Lan. Now all the relationships are really messed up. Even the prince of Zunguo has appeared. At such a young age, he is still her mentor. These are beyond The only thing to do is to wait for her explanation.