A red shadow quickly floated into the courtyard wall. Even with a red veil covering her face, it couldn't hide the joy on the woman's face. This night was another night of harvest!

"Miss Lan..." That elegant and noble voice sounded again.

Lan Shuiyao frowned and saw that the man in green was still standing by the pond. However, after her speech about the dead water and the fresh water, he no longer touched the white lotus.

Lan Shuiyao is a woman, and a conceited and conceited woman at that. She has always hated things that are more beautiful and elegant than her, and the man in front of her is an example.

Standing next to him, no matter how beautiful she was, she could only be a demon spirit in human form, while the man was an immortal. His transcendental nobility made Lan Shuiyao hate him from the bottom of her heart. She really wanted to tear apart this beauty and see if the way he pooped and farted was also so beautiful.

Just as the man expected, he slowly turned around and smiled faintly at her, just like a drop of ink falling on rice paper, gradually spreading out into a blooming water lily, stunning the eyes of all the onlookers and making Lan Shuiyao feel particularly suffocated.

Lan Shuiyao walked straight into the room, and the man followed her slowly with graceful steps.

In the bright hall, Yinglu served tea. Lan Shuiyao took it personally, secretly made some adjustments, and personally placed it in front of the man. "You must be tired of pretending to be mysterious all day long. Have a cup of tea and take a break!"

The man took the tea and immediately understood the secret of the tea. He smiled and his elegant temperament was instantly tinged with a hint of joy.

Ying Lu completely forgot to breathe. She stared blankly at the extraordinary beauty in front of her.

The man stared intently.

Lan Shuiyao felt even more humiliated and secretly pinched Yinglu's thigh hard. Yinglu screamed, and finally came to her senses, then lowered her head and went down quickly.

Tian Wen smiled even more like a lotus blossoming after rain, "After all, what the world sees is the appearance, unlike Miss Lan, who sees the heart!"

Lan Shuiyao snorted coldly, not accepting his flattery at all, "This is a private residence, not an inn or hotel. Please write a note to say hello next time you come, don't always show up without a word!"

Tianwen smiled faintly, and suddenly crossed the table and approached. The stunning face that was like an ink painting was like a reflection in a clear stream, gently spreading intoxicating ripples, and gradually approached the woman's wide eyes...

Just as those lips were getting closer and closer, Lan Shuiyao frowned and asked in a cold voice, "What are you doing?" One sentence broke the most beautiful moment in the world.

The man's face finally stopped, "Tianwen just wanted to remind you, young lady, that Prince A Luo will be coming to the capital tomorrow, young lady must remember to stand on the top of the Blue Water Tower to watch, it will help your career with twice the result with half the effort!"

The elegant scent of sandalwood came into Lan Shuiyao's nostrils along with the words, like an invisible net trying to capture her heart from all directions.

Lan Shuiyao turned away and complained in her heart, "A man who looks like this is really a disaster!"

"Haha!" A man's laughter rang out in the air. When she looked up again, the man was gone. Only a cup of tea with something strong in it was left there, still steaming.

Lan Shuiyao frowned coldly. It seemed that she would have to go back to Yongnan Palace tomorrow.

, check the origin of this Tianwen!

"Yinglu!" Lan Shuiyao shouted, and Yinglu hurried out. Knowing that she had done something wrong, she knelt down in front of Lan Shuiyao.

"Get up. That man is impatient and deep-tempered. He is not suitable for you. If you want to get married, I will find a good husband for you tomorrow!" Lan Shuiyao said in a calm voice.

Yinglu quickly shook her head and knelt on the ground, refusing to get up. "Miss, Yinglu was bewitched for a moment. This is the first time Yinglu has seen such a handsome man. I don't have any improper thoughts. Please don't be angry..."

Lan Shuiyao sighed and went forward to help her up. "Why do people always see the superficial appearance? Apart from this superficial appearance, what else did you see about that man?"

Yinglu shook her head. "Yinglu only felt that the man was like a flower in the mist, beautiful but unreal. Apart from the beauty, nothing else could be seen!"

"Isn't that it? This man is not simple. If I'm not around in the future, ignore him when he comes. Also, don't fight with him. His martial arts are unfathomable and you are no match for him!" Lan Shuiyao whispered.

"Yes, Miss, Yinglu has made a note of it!"

"Also, tomorrow night, we will collect the ransom. You will dress up as a fisherwoman and go to the lower reaches of the moat to collect it. Follow my fireworks signal. As for Dong Qing'er, dress her up nicely. Don't let her go back and tarnish the reputation of our Red Rose, saying that we abused our slaves! Don't worry about anything else. I will have someone send her away!"

Yinglu nodded quickly.

I returned to the room and threw my body on the bed. The unfathomable eyes under Tianwen's peerless appearance flashed through my mind again. Who is he?

Remind again and again

Why did Prince A Luo come to the city?

Early in the morning, Lan Shuiyao got dressed up. She wore a bright red cheongsam that outlined her sexy waist, making her look beautiful and elegant. Her long hair was tied up high with a simple hairpin, revealing her slender, white neck.

"Miss...you you..." Yinglu covered her lips, with disbelief in her eyes.

“Is it beautiful?” Lan Shuiyao gently turned around, her pair of white jade legs faintly visible under the bright red hem of her dress. Yinglu was so shocked that her eyes widened. She couldn’t help but took the tray to block it, “Miss, Miss, your dress is torn…”

"Hahaha!" The clear and hearty laughter resounded in the air. Lan Shuiyao was shaking with laughter. No wonder no one wanted the clothes she sent to the clothing store for consignment. It turned out that everyone thought they were defective products!

"Miss, stop laughing. Look, your legs are exposed!" Yinglu stomped her feet and said anxiously.

Lan Shuiyao laughed even more happily, and walked out while laughing. Yinglu was so frightened that she quickly took the ball of string and chased after her.

It was past noon, and the already busy streets were even more crowded, as if they were attending a temple fair. Everyone was scrambling to occupy the best seats on the street, all wanting to catch a glimpse of the majesty of the Prince of Miro.

Leaning on the railing on the second floor of Lanshui Tower, Lan Shuiyao was leisurely cracking melon seeds, watching the gradually approaching team. However, she did not expect that amid the loud gongs and drums, walking in the front were actually dozens of fighting bulls wearing red silk, phoenix crowns on their heads, and carrying command flags on their backs.

Nan Yue is good at martial arts, so she likes to raise horses. Nan Yue's horses are suitable for short distances and are very fast.

The Five Kingdoms were famous a long time ago, and the Miro Kingdom advocated hard work and simplicity, so the cow was their totem.

When there are grand festivals, bullfighting is also used to express joy.

Leaning on the second floor, lazily watching the bull formation slowly passing by under her nose, Lan Shuiyao was really glad that she was not crowded in the street with those people, otherwise, with her red dress, she would be the one to be fought first, instead of fighting the bulls!

But the reality did not seem as lucky as she had imagined. Just when the majestic bulls were about to pass downstairs, a fierce palm wind suddenly attacked from behind, swift and powerful. Lan Shuiyao's eyes dimmed. She had nowhere to hide, unless she jumped off the building, but there were dozens of bloodthirsty fighting bulls downstairs.

The decision was made in an instant. Lan Shuiyao screamed and suddenly fell from the second floor. Her blood-colored sleeves fluttered and her black hair billowed as she fell straight towards the cattle formation downstairs.

Lan Shuiyao knew that someone was testing her, otherwise the palm wind would have hit her directly instead of blocking all her routes of retreat and forcing her down from the second floor. Was it Yue Nanchen or Yue Nanxuan?

Although her body seemed to be falling, Lan Shuiyao secretly controlled the strength. If it was really a test, there should be a hero to save the beauty. Even if there was no hero, she would be safe and sound thanks to her lightness skills!

She heard the sound of clothes being rustled, and a fresh breath surged over her, following the arms that were tightly wrapped around her waist, surrounding her completely.

The strange breath made people feel at ease for some reason. Lan Shuiyao opened her eyes quickly, but was met with a pair of dark brown eyes with a hint of melancholy. He stared at her with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

A pure smile slowly appeared on the handsome face of the young man, clear and slightly cool, with a watery tenderness.

She heard him say, "Shui'er..."