Allure of the World Chapter 31: Go out to defend the enemy

"I'll ask Uncle Zhou to open the door," Tian Ming stepped forward.

"No need. Go back and ask Linglong to send the best carbon, some more winter clothes, and then bring the white fox fur coat. Everything is provided as she was there. Tell Linglong. Kill."

After Ling Chen finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards his study.

Why did you walk to Chenxiang Garden unknowingly? Ling Chen's eyes filled with anger.

He hadn't actually figured out how to treat Lan Ling. I didn't expect it to be so troublesome when I married her.

She is not a docile woman, and always loves to choke with him. With her, love and hate are very strong.

He is obsessed with her, obsessed with her like a little fighting cock, obsessed with her unreserved love, or hatred, and obsessed with her body.

The more Ling Chen thought about it, the more angry he became.

He didn't want her to fall in love with him, and he didn't want to fall in love with her, that would be troublesome.

His cavalry camp was destroyed by Lancheng, and Lancheng of course obeyed Lanjingtian.

He and her father, Lan Jingtian, will have a fight sooner or later.

When that day comes, she will surely die. He didn't want to embarrass himself.

Women, there are many.

He has a virtuous main concubine, a gentle side concubine, and many women if he wishes.

How could he like such a self-righteous woman?

Since Mrs. Hui's child slipped, Ling Chen had been sleeping in the study.

Tian Ming looked at Ling Chen's lonely figure and sighed.

When Mrs. Ling was there, although she often made the master angry, the old and quiet heart of the master turned out to be a lot alive, and everything became very interesting. Those eyebrows were never seen before, even with Wen Heng When they were together, they didn't look like that.

He still thinks of her often. Every time he thinks of her, the corners of his mouth rise and his eyes have a smile, although he doesn't admit it.

Linglong hadn't seen Lingchen for many days. Today, after hearing what Tian Mingchuan said, Linglong's face flushed red.

"Can I see you? I have something to tell you." Linglong prayed.

"Master has been too busy recently, so you can do it yourself." Tian Ming was also not angry.

"What do you mean? What do you mean?"

Tian Ming has gone far.

Lan Ling returned to the Ziyi Pavilion, and Huo Jingyun bandaged her wound.

"Don't go out these days, how come you are so scarred!"

Lan Lingguo really stayed in the house and didn't go out. She couldn't lift herself up and was not interested in anything.

I escaped from Prince An's mansion in sadness, why can't I still feel happy?

What exactly do I want? Lan Ling tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

In the past few days, it has been snowing heavily and the wind is cold. Lan Ling was in the bed and did not go out for a few days.

On the day when Ling Chen dispatched troops to defend against the enemy, the heavy snow was like gray goose feathers, curling up and flying in the cold wind.

The streets of Yuncheng covered the sky with gongs and drums.

Lan Ling heard the sound of gongs and drums and ran out in a purple cloak.

She stood on the steps facing the street and watched Daxing's soldiers pass by.

She saw him too.

He's so striking.

The young man is tall and straight, holding a long sword, sitting on the back of a horse, and wearing black armor.

The cold wind blew through the corners of his clothes, and even the flying black hair looked so heroic.

Han Zhitao and Fan Xing followed. Then followed Tian Ming, Gu Fan, and Yang Shuo.

Lan Ling stared at him, trembling slightly, this man, is my husband? Why are you so far away from me?

The warhorse makes a disturbing neigh.

He's going to battle! Lan Ling's heart trembled, he just left? what is this?

He seemed to sense something, riding on a black military horse, with a tall and heroic body.

His piercing gaze pierced through the crowd and landed on the woman standing on the steps with tears on her face.

She stood there alone, her hair blowing in the wind, and her palm-sized face thinned again.

Intertwined in each other's gaze.

Ling Chen suppressed his thoughts of rushing over to hug her, turned his head indifferently, and led his army away slowly.

Everything is still unknown. Whether he will come back alive or not is unknown. What is waiting for him when he comes back? This time, when King Ning pretended to be sick, Lan Jingtian requested an order to recapture the rebels in Yecheng. In that small town in Yecheng, he still used his Grand Marshal to go out in person?

Thinking of Lan Jingtian, Ling Chen closed his eyes and threw the shadow of Lan Ling's tears out of his mind!

The news of Ziyi Pavilion came faster than in the palace.

Lan Ling has been relying on Huo Jingyun's side all this time.

Huo Jingyun has the latest battlefield news.

"An Wang broke the nine mountains," "An Wang regained Cangzhou," "An Wang was blocked from his home village!"

………….

Liang Hongxiu had never felt so depressed, Lan Ling followed Huo Jingyun like a tail.

"Senior brother, has Ziyi Pavilion always been concerned about the state affairs?" Lan Ling was burning the stove in Huo Jingyun's study, watching him read all kinds of news seriously.

"Ziyun Pavilion is in Yuncheng, so it is natural to be concerned about the important affairs of the court, otherwise how can we stand on the ground?"

"Master!" Liang Hongxiu came in with a bag of fried chestnuts with sugar, "I'll give it to you! It's just fried."

Huo Jingyun looked at it, "Let's eat with Linger."

"Master, today Laba, let's go out for porridge?"

Huo Jingyun looked up at Lan Ling. Lan Ling nodded.

Liang Hongxiu looked at Lan Ling: "Aren't you going to recuperate?"

"Otherwise, I won't go." Lan Ling was very sensible, she saw that Liang Hongxiu didn't like her, and Liang Hongxiu liked Huo Jingyun.

"Red sleeves! Lan Ling has been in Yuncheng for so long, and I haven't had a good look at this Yuncheng." Huo Jingyun glanced at Liang Hongxiu.

The best porridge shop in Yuncheng is on West Street.

Lan Ling asked for preserved egg and lean meat porridge, Huo Jingyun asked for lotus seed porridge, and Liang Hongxiu asked for chestnut porridge.

Three diners passed by, Lan Ling smelled a faint strange smell. She looked up.

A lame man, a scholar, and a dark-faced man. They are sitting not far from them.

The scholar was staring at Lan Ling.

Lan Ling lowered his head and took a sip of the preserved egg and lean meat porridge in front of him.

"Is there anyone you know?" Huo Jingyun asked in a low voice.

"No."

"It's fine, let's drink." Huo Jingyun filled Lan Ling and Liang Hongxiu again.

"Ever since you came, we always encounter accidents every time we go out! It's not even peaceful to drink porridge!" Liang Hongxiu complained.

"Hongxiu, shut up!" Huo Jingyun scolds Lan Ling's anxiety in a low voice.

"This **** is the famous **** Zhang." Liang Hongxiu said in a low voice.

"Yes, these three people are not simple. It seems that a major event will happen in Yuncheng recently." Huo Jingyun frowned.

"Lan Ling, have you brought your clear medicine?" Huo Jingyun asked suddenly.

"Bring it, what's the matter?" Lan Ling looked up and found that Huo Jingyun and Liang Hongxiu were looking sullen and about to collapse.

Lan Ling was shocked,

Is this porridge drugged?

Lan Ling reached out and took the medicine from his pocket, stuffed it into the mouths of Huo Jingyun and Liang Hongxiu, and ate one himself.

The strong wind came from behind, Lan Ling raised his head, and the three people next to him charged with their swords, swords and swords, and the cold light was threatening.

Lan Ling was shocked and stepped back a few steps, leaning against the wall, the sword has arrived!

Several harsh voices, the sword stabbing at them was intercepted by life.

One person clamped Lan Ling by the waist, and the sound of fighting could be heard in his ears.

"You go first!" Someone gave them a push. Lan Ling looked for Huo Jingtian in a trance, he was already awake, holding a blunt sword and entangled with the lame man.

The black-faced man and the scholar chased after him. Lan Ling was hugged and jumped outside.

The back chase was tight. The scholar used an iron fan with spikes all around.

Lan Ling felt a warm liquid dripping onto his face, and when he touched it, it was blood.

"You're hurt!" She still can't see the person holding her.

He simply carried her on his shoulders and ran faster.

The two chased so hard that they didn't have a chance to breathe.

"Don't talk! They want to catch you!" Lan Ling's heart tightened when the man spoke.

"What are you! You let me down."

It's Ning Wang Lingfeng. He is not his original appearance, he has changed his face.