No.

Lan Lixin was unhappy and summoned a visitor to General Zhenyuan's Mansion.

I have confirmed that I will go to the banquet tonight.

He sent the man away.

Turn around.

He saw Zixuan and Luyi hiding behind the screen beside him.

The two of them stared at him with bright eyes.

"Can we join in the fun tonight?"

"Someone dares to go to the general's mansion to steal things..."

"Husband, please take me with me tonight?"

"Young Master..."

"You two..."

Looking at Zixuan and Luyi's pitiful expressions, Lan Li couldn't help but reach out and patted her forehead.

I've also fallen into a grudge.

What exactly is a thief who steals things?

If you two bring Xiaobai to join in the fun.

Don't say anything else.

It would be fine if Bai Yutang didn't come.

If he comes, it will be so embarrassing!

If Xiaobai Bai's hands are itchy, he wants to act as a constable to catch the thief.

He caught the thief again...

In front of everyone, where do you let this general Zhenyuan put his face?

Kill or not?

This is a problem...

......

......

Lan Li was unable to beat Zixuan's request in the end.

That night.

Lanli's door was open, and the gorgeous carriage that was taken from Zhao Min drove out from the side door of Lan Mansion.

Drive directly to the newly listed General Zhenyuan Mansion.

Um.

It's less than five hundred meters away, and you don't even need to turn around.

When the group arrived in front of General Zhenyuan's mansion.

It was already filled with a lot of carriages.

That scene is like some award ceremony in later generations.

Lined up.

A carriage passed by the general's mansion, and the personnel got out of the carriage, and the carriage was driving forward.

Compared with the award ceremony in later generations, there is only a red carpet missing here.

Lanley is not unique.

Instead, they followed the queue under the arrangement of the servants of the general's mansion.

Sitting in the car.

Through the car window, I looked at the long queue in front of me.

I looked at the "guests" who came out of the carriage again, most of whom were also with their families.

Sighing, Renli kneaded a small head that was lying on his shoulder and leaning outward.

"Woooo... don't make a fuss, you've made up all the makeup."

"...So, which bastard got you put on makeup?"

Seeing Zixuan painted like a little cat, Lan Li rubbed her face hard again.

Rub one hand and... mud?

All right.

The red one is blush, the white one is fragrant powder, as for the green one...what the hell is it?

Lan Li took her hand to Zixuan and asked her to look at it:

"What's this?"

“…”

Zixuan was made completely unhappy by Lan Li.

"ah!"

After a scream, Zixuan hurriedly turned around:

"Green clothes, green clothes, please find out the mirror and let me see what the decoration is like!"

"Give...."

"Ah! Lanley! I'll fight with you!"

Lanli: "..."

"I have been painting this for more than half an hour. You pay me aside, and you accompany me..."

I'll pay you a big watermelon rind!!!

He reached out and touched the kettle beside him.

After sensing that it was filled with warm water, Lan Li handed it to Zixuan directly.

"Wasted all the mess on your face to your husband. If you dare to draw any more, you won't take you out for your husband in the future!"

"You...you...why are you doing this!"

Zixuan was furious.

But when I saw that Lan Li didn't look like she was joking, she still washed her face crying.

Fortunately, as a 'martial arts master'.

The wet hair becomes dry after steaming with internal force.

After she finished fiddling with herself, it was time for the Lan family carriage to enter the mansion.

A steadily jumped off the carriage.

Lan Li helped Zixuan down.

Nodding at Dongfang Bai, Lan Li took the lead in walking towards the general's mansion.

"Donghai Bo Lanli, bringing his wife, the wife of the imperial concubine, Lan..."

......

......

High-bright voice transmissions sing in the front yard of General Zhenyuan's Mansion.

Every call represents the arrival of a distinguished guest in the Southern Song Dynasty.

In the backyard of the General’s Mansion, the new General Zhenyuan was enjoying the flowers in the backyard.

When I heard the singer sing Lanli's name and holding a peony's hand, I couldn't help but pause.

With a slight force, the blooming branches had already fallen into his hands.

Around General Zhenyuan.

Seeing this, a scholar who looked about thirty years old waved the feather fan in his hand a few times.

He smiled and said, "General, it seems that you attach great importance to this young master of the Lan family."

When General Zhenyuan, who was nearly fifty years old, heard this, he grabbed the branches in his hand and placed them under his nose and sniffed them.

"Wen Qing was wrong. I was just thinking that the guilt of losing this Jiulong Cup is still on the head of the young master of the Lan family, and it should be suitable."

"Well? Why did the general say this?"
To be continued...