Chapter 71 Genuine Aunt Lan

Ghost is a kind of awe rumored by folk rumors, and when the fake Lan Mummy was brought out of the dark room of Fengming Palace, Shen Sirong knew what a ghost was.

Mama Lan was wearing a cyan palace shirt when she was caught, and now she is dyed dark red. The little blood-colored roses opened all the way down the dress, and the remaining cyan seems to be just to set off the enchanting red.

The ring was removed, the face was withered, and the worn palace shoes were exposed between the feet, and even the faint white socks were light red. Shen Sirong stood behind Xiao Yuanqi and looked at the face of "M Mother Lan" through the moonlight. She was dragged forward by the dark guard. The extreme pain made her eyebrows twisted. She seemed to have complete clothes, but she was injured everywhere.

Xiao Yuanqi took a look, and when the dark guard received the instructions, he pulled up "M Mother Lan" and tied it to the pear pile that had been prepared for a long time.

Two dark guards stood on both sides of the wooden stake with lanterns, illuminating Mother Lan's face as gray.

There was no internal prison left in the Fengming Palace that night, and all of them were sent to the side hall by Mother Shen, and all these arrangements were under the control of Xiao Yuanqi. At this time, Shen Sirong knew that the internal supervisors and maidservants in the palace were all dead men bought by Xiao Yuanqi, just to protect her.

"I want to ask a question." The deep voice was like the horn of Shura, with a gloomy chill. A jar of wine fell on the body of "M Mother Lan" with a crystal pillar of water. The infinite pain was stained with spirits, like a raw fire. The pain of bone-eating and heartbreaking pain made her couldn't help shouting loudly.

As soon as this cry was thrown, it was cut off. Looking up, the dark guard beside him was faintly withdrawing his finger. He must have clicked the dumb hole.

Shen Sirong couldn't bear it and couldn't help moving back. Xiao Yuanqi also knew that it was bloody and terrible, and his distressed backhand protected her behind her.

"If you can't stand it, go back to the bedroom and wait for me first." Xiao Yuanqi whispered.

As soon as the words fell, Shen Sirong took a step forward and stood beside Xiao Yuanqi: "I'm not afraid." Looking at the person tied to the stake again, Shen Sirong no longer flinch. If it hadn't been for the wisdom of the former emperor, he was afraid that Xiao Yuanqi would be damaged when he was young and send his confidant to take care of him, and even she would have been transferred away. Now Xiao Yuanqi's soul is afraid that he no longer exists in the world.

With Shen Sirong's comfort, Xiao Yuanqi no longer hesitated. With a slight sound of an empty flute not far away, Xiao Yuanqi's eyes lit up and asked loudly, "I ask you again, are you Mother Lan?"

M Mother Lan, who was untied from the acupuncture point, opened her eyes and didn't make a sound.

"Okay, then tell me where the people around my mother are now? How did it become you?" Xiao Yuanqi's voice became louder and louder, and Mother Lan, who was scared by the violent elephant, closed her eyes and still did not answer.

Xiao Yuanqi drew the sword in the dark guard's hand, raised Mother Lan's face with the scabbard, and came out of evil: "So, the people around the mother were killed by you? Well, I'm in this Fengming Palace to pay tribute to my mother and Aunt Lan.

Her wrist turned hard and played a sword flower. Xiao Yuanqi's sword went straight to Mother Lan's face. The trees behind Shen Sirong moved. She tightened her body and faintly felt a figure approaching.

"Wait..."

Just as everyone was waiting for the sword in Xiao Yuanqi's hand to pierce "M Mother Lan"'s body, an old and hoarse voice came out.

Everyone looked around and hid a person in the trees. If it hadn't been for the dazzling gray hair, everyone would not have found her.

The thin limbs were exposed between the dilapidated clothes, and there were still several dead leaves between her messy hair. She slowly walked towards Xiao Yuanqi and Shen Sirong. The dark guards beside her looked at all over and did not dare to slack off. When she got closer and closer, the hands of the dark guards couldn't help holding on the handle of the knife. Xiao Yuanqi shook He shook his head and watched her walk past her with loose hair, as if he had never seen them at all.

She passed Xiao Yuanqi and Shen Sirong and walked to the side of the stake and stared at the person tied to the stake. Suddenly, she threw herself on the man, and then tore the clothes of "M Mother Lan" fiercely. "M Mother Lan" raised her head in pain and swelled with fear when she saw her.

Seeing the other party's panic, she was particularly excited. She stretched out her palm and grabbed "Mamalan"'s throat, and then her eyes flashed. The dark guard beside her did not dare to come forward easily without Xiao Yuanqi's order, so she had to watch her tear off the "Mama Lan"'s face completely.

The bloody skin was held in the man's hand, and the blood fell to the ground, splashing with gloomy air. Even if Shen Sirong calms down, she can't but frown. At this moment, "Mother Lan" has another face on her face. She is also in her early 40s, but her facial features are not as beautiful as the mask.

At this moment, Mother Lan's own face was blue and red, perhaps because she had not seen the sun for a long time, so that the face had no color at all, and the action just now also ruined most of her original face.

"What the hell is going on?" Xiao Yuanqi has been asked to check for a long time, and there is no trace of change on the face of "Mother Lan", so how to explain it now?

A person in the dark guard came forward and looked carefully and replied, "Lord, this technique is not easy-to-face, but sewn on his face with a living face, and there is no flaw at all. I'm incompetent."

A few light words aroused the man's wireless anger. She didn't seem to vent enough. She stepped forward and bit Mother Lan's shoulder and bit down a piece of meat with strength.

I can't bear to look at it again. Shen Sirong turned his back, and beside his ears were the harsh cry of "M Mother Lan" and the man's low sobs.

Xiao Yuanqi shook his hand behind him, and the dark guards came forward to pull the man away, and the man gradually calmed down. She turned to the direction of Xiao Yuanqi. The bright light cast by the moonlight and the bright yellow on Xiao Yuanqi's body were intertwined, like a warm hand smoothing Shen Sirong's mind. Looking at the people who came, Shen Sirong is naturally not afraid of her. Really, they once had a relationship.

The man got closer and closer, and her figure paused at the moment she saw Xiao Yuanqi. She raised her hand tremblingly to touch the handsome face. Xiao Yuanqi didn't have much, but took a step forward and let his yellow branch-like hands get closer and closer to him.

The firelight reflected the dissatisfied face of the scar. Although her appearance was destroyed, it could still be seen that she was very similar to the face she was still holding in her hand.

"Are you Aunt Lan next to your mother?" Honoring Aunt Lan is a supreme honor for her. Xiao Yuanqi's eyes were very sincere. Under his eyes, the man who was called Aunt Lan straightened his hair and put his hands around his waist and saluted.

"Gong Julan's heart knocked on the emperor..." The sobbing voice was full of sourness and depression. When she looked up again, her eyes were full of light yellow tears, and the yellow was imperceptible light red, dripping like bitter juice.

Xiao Yuanqi and Shen Sirong looked at each other. This strange man hiding with Fengming Palace and the Moon Hall was really Lan Xin, the most confidant around Queen Hui'an in those years.

"flat body."

With a little softness in her majestic voice, Xiao Yuanqi bowed down to help her up regardless of the broken clothes on her body.

Lan Xin stared at Xiao Yuanqi's face, and his slightly wrinkled face changed for a long time: "The emperor is very similar to the noble concubine."

Xiao Yuanqi knew that if it hadn't been for his face and deliberately exposed identity, this person would not have appeared.

She didn't know that Xiao Yuanqi's mother was awarded the title of Empress Hui'an, so she said the name of the noble concubine.

"Since Aunt Lan has appeared, I hope to tell you the truth about what happened in those years. My greatest wish in my life is to get justice for my mother."

Hearing that the lake that had just calmed down in Lan's eyes, there were waves again, and a tear fell down her eyes. Maybe her mood fluctuated too much, and she fell straight down...

This night, the "Mama Lan" locked in the Fengming Palace disappeared from the world forever, and the dark guards cleaned up the inside and outside of the palace without a trace. Lan Xin was placed in a side room next to Fengming Palace, which was her former room.

When Lanxin woke up, someone immediately invited Xiao Yuanqi to come, but Shen Sirong did not come with him because of his fatigue. There was no one left in the room, only Xiao Yuanqi and Lan Xin.

"Aunt Lan."

Xiao Yuanqi is very grateful to this maidservant who once protected his life. He looked at Lan Xindao, who had been beaten by the maidservant.

Lan Xin struggled to get up and leaned against the bedpost and bowed to Xiao Yuanqi: "Your Majesty, the old slave can't afford this aunt." With that, Lan Xin cried for a long time, as if she wanted to cry out more than 20 years of grievances.

All night, there was no weak candlelight in the side hall of Fengming Palace.

Xiao Yuanqi went to see Shen Sirong before leaving Fengming Palace, and what Shen Sirong heard was even more strange.

That letter has been found and is in Lanxin's hand. She did not give it directly to Xiao Yuanqi, but mentioned Shen Sirong. Although Xiao Yuanqi couldn't bear to work hard on this matter, she did not dare to refuse easily, so she had to take over.

Walking to Lanxin's house, Shen Sirong couldn't help stopping. She couldn't imagine how much this Aunt Lan had suffered, and there was a strong respect between them.

"Aunt. I brought ginseng tea. Shen Sirong pushed the door in and looked at Lan Xin, who opened her eyes wide, and did not avoid it.

"You will take good care of the emperor, won't you?" Lan Xin suddenly opened his mouth, and Shen Sirong waited for a reaction and responded heavily.

Shen Sirong looked at Lan Xin drinking a bowl of ginseng tea and closing the window of the side hall. She stood quietly and waited for Lan Xin to take over her clothes. But Lan Xin never moved and asked, "The emperor treats you very seriously. You will love him well, won't you?"

For some reason, Lan Xin's repeated emphasis made her have a bad feeling. She raised her eyes and looked into Lan Xin's eyes. She said that her aunt had not yet loosened the dishes in her hand and fell to the ground crisply. The situation in front of her made her heart pain...