If The World Sees Gentleness

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On the day of departure, more than ten thousand people from Dingliang City came to see them off, and the carriages of the Prince's Mansion in the town were packed with more than 20 drivers, forming a long motorcade.

Xuxun, the king of the town, took two thousand soldiers to **** him. Because the number of legal guards for the king was two thousand, she brought no more than one and no less, so as not to cause any criticism.

With more than 20 horse-drawn carriages and two thousand soldiers, it took a full hour for the team to walk out of Dingliang. After traveling on the road for more than half a month, they finally reached the capital from Dingliang.

When the king of the town came back to Beijing, the maiden Yan Yunchen personally led a courtesy officer to greet him. At the Yunshangju restaurant in Beijing, which had recently risen to fame, Lu Zhilan's little servant came to Cai and asked with a bitter face, "Miss, the king of town. Jing, why don't you go to see it? That's the king of the town. It's said that Suzaku Avenue is all surrounded, and it's too tight."

Lu Zhilan knocked on the fan on the lower frame of the wooden window disdainfully, and thought: "The king of the town, you can't end well when you listen. It's too late to stay away, so you want to get up?"

"Miss, what kind of person do you think the Wang Shinv of the town is like? I heard that she is superb martial arts, leading her troops to chase the remnants of Dawan for hundreds of miles, is a great woman!" Laicai said with dazzling eyes.

Yes, any woman who doesn't worship such a woman who screams and angers horses and has repeatedly made military exploits, Suizhou is so far away from the capital, but the name of the prince in the town is more loud than many noble women in the capital.

The king of Zhenbian has become old, and Liang will not see a white head since ancient times, but the people of Dayan are very at ease. The king of Daozhen has a daughter like this, and he can protect Dayan for a hundred years!

Lu Zhilan said in his heart, in the thousands of years of history of the Dazhonghua family, how many generals who have been able to achieve success? Pity these people, unlike her, who has been influenced by the culture of conspiracy and political struggle by the big flower cultivators for thousands of years, and they don't even understand this.

Lu Zhilan looked at her little servant sympathetically.

Laicai was inexplicable, "Miss, why do you look at me like this? Is there any dirt on my face?" She touched her face suspiciously.

Lu Zhilan immediately knocked Laicai's head with a fan, and stood up and said, "Go, go to Master Mo."

Laicai screamed, followed aggrievedly, and couldn't help complaining: "Miss, I don't understand you anymore. Mr. Du is so virtuous and beautiful, and he is still the princess. Why do you have to divorce, but in the end you pursue a ugly What about salt, the son of a publicity businessman?

Lost your identity more—"

Lu Zhilan suddenly turned around, drew a fan on Laicai's face, and warned, "Laicai, if this is the case, don't let me hear it a second time. Lord Mo will be my true husband in the future. No matter how good Princess Du is. Compared with him, I am also Firefly and Haoyue in my heart. If you don't know, I don't lack a sensible boyfriend."

Laicai immediately knelt down and racked his brains to search for the words of his previous master's praise of Young Master Mo, and hurriedly said: "Miss, it is a slave who is evil. Young Master Mo is independent like a bamboo, and the breeze is bright and breezy, which is rare in the world of Guangfeng Jiyue. Man, and Miss are born together!"

"It's pretty much the same. If you let Young Master Mo hear you, I'll feed you the dog."

"The little one knows! The little one knows!"