An Lan didn't know why this man with a stunning face looked at her with this kind of gaze. She even saw a little bit of crystal clearness in his beautiful eyes. This crystal clearness made her heart suck. This sucking pain occurred when she lost her mother when she was ten years old.

An Lan couldn't help but stretch out her hand and wanted to touch his eyelids. Unfortunately, she was too low and he was too high, and she couldn't touch his sorrow, so she stood on tiptoe again, tilted her little face, like a stubborn child, and was about to touch his skin, and she was suddenly hugged by him.

All movements stopped at this moment. She froze her arms in panic, not even dared to blink her eyes, for fear that it would be an illusory dream.

"An An...", she heard him call her An An, was she still the same sister An An?

She wanted to ask if it was the sister An An, but she opened her mouth and didn't ask.

The man's arms were so warm, with a clear air, which made her feel very smelly. She couldn't help but stretch her hand around the man's waist and leaned her face against his chest.

And when the man placed his chin on top of her head and smelled the fragrance between her hair, she suddenly felt a force pushing her away.

He pushed her hard, caught her off guard, and her heart, which was originally immersed in happiness, was knocked to pieces. If Lian Xinchuan hadn't supported her quickly with his eyes and hands, she would have fallen to the ground.

"Miss Lan, are you okay?" Lian Xinchuan spoke kindly, his voice awakened her dream.

She stroked her frightened chest and smiled fearlessly, "Young Master Xie Lian, Lan'er is not in trouble!"

After saying that, his eyes raised slightly and he looked at the man timidly.

The man frowned his sword-brow like a dream and took a step back.

Feng Junran felt that she was really crazy and treated the girl in front of her as An An.

But upon closer inspection, she looks 80% similar to An An.

Eight points, not ten, even ten, she is still not her.

Feng Junran held back the loss in her eyes, opened her lips, and her voice was filled with distantness and apologies, "I'm sorry, I treat the lady as an old friend!"

No matter how stupid An Lan is, she knows who Feng Junran treats her as. This name has appeared twice in just a short time, but she is not at all unhappy. She is even glad that she looks similar to An An, otherwise this man would not have hugged her!

"It's okay, Mr. Ran, it's a little girl who is reckless!" An Zhongshuo spoke out at the right time to break the strange embarrassment and silence.

Originally, he came to welcome the monarch of the dynasty, but he ignored the monarch and was interrupted by the small episodes of An Lan and Feng Junran. If he delayed it, he was really afraid that Xuanyuan Fengshuo would be unhappy.

"It's Aran's, not!"

"Okay, don't be polite. I've been traveling for so long and I'm tired and hungry. Lord Qi, please prepare hot water for me. I want to take a shower!" Xuanyuan Fengshuo interrupted An Zhongshuo and Feng Junran with a chuckling on his face, without any displeasure.

Qi Duan took the order and hurriedly arranged for his servants to prepare hot water and zhilan petals. This zhilan flower was the favorite of the monarchs of the dynasty and was no longer a secret in Fengguo.

Qi Duan settled Xuanyuan Fengshuo and arranged for someone to take Feng Junran and the others to take a shower and change clothes.

"Dad, I like Aran!" After the group left, An Lan secretly told An Zhongshuo the little secret in her heart. She had never liked someone so much, and she wanted to be with him forever when she met.

"Ruo Lan'er likes it, so go and fight for it boldly. Dad will support you unconditionally at any time!" An Zhongshuo was not surprised that his daughter liked Feng Junran. Such an excellent and elegant man would not be moved by no woman. Compared to Qi Duan's nephew Lian Xinchuan, he felt that his daughter, as clear as exquisite, is more suitable for a mature and steady man to take care of. Of course, Feng Junran is the best candidate.

Back then, Princess Pingyang held his hand and told him before her death, "Ziyu, it doesn't matter if you don't love me, but you have to promise that I will take good care of our daughter Lan'er!"

From that moment on, he suddenly felt that he owed too much to the mother and daughter. He liked Nalan Yue and Pingyang liked him. He didn't plan to marry him, but Princess Pingyang insisted on marrying him. After marriage, they respected each other as much as possible. His love for Nalan Yue had never changed, and therefore ignored Pingyang and Lan'er. Therefore, after Pingyang's death, he gave Lan'er as much as possible everything he wanted. As long as Lan'er wanted, he would be satisfied, including the man Lan'er liked.

If I say the only thing I don’t really like is that Feng Junran is the prince. If the prince inherits the throne, he will be the king. The king will have many concubines, but who can tell the truth about the future? Xuanyuan Fengshuo may not pass the throne to Feng Junran.

"Really? Daddy, Lan'er thanks Daddy for help!" An Lan didn't expect An Zhongshuo to agree so readily, and jumped and jumped in his arms, very happy.

"But Lan'er wants to promise her father that she should take the opportunity to retreat. If she is tired, she will turn back and don't hurt herself!" An Zhongshuo condensed his daughter's smile and gently stroked her face.

"I understand, dad!" An Lan said and ran away happily.

She came to where Feng Junran lived, but it was not too far from where she lived.

A maid was walking towards her with clean clothes. The maid was walking lightly and had a smile on her face because she was delivering clothes to Mr. Ran, the first son of Fengguo.

"Give me this!" An Lan said to the maid.

The maid's smile froze on her face. Although she was unwilling to do so, she still handed the tray to An Lan as she said, and she dared not refuse to obey the lady's order.

An Lan likes Feng Junran, her likes are simple and direct. For example, if she wants to give Feng Junran clothes, she will naturally ask for clothes from the maid to the room, without caring about her identity as a lady.

After putting down her clothes, An Lan was waiting outside the door. It was a little cold. She rubbed her hands and jumped her feet, and looked into the room while moving.

Until Feng Junran walked out of the room with a refreshed look.

Feng Junran after taking a shower had a fresher meaning. He saw An Lan slightly surprised, and after being stunned, he nodded at her.

"Aran!" An Lan ran over with a smile and stood in front of him. Suddenly he didn't know what to say, so he could only twist his fingers in a hurry.

"Miss Lan'er, what's the matter?" Feng Junran narrowed her finger-tugging action, and a trance appeared between her eyebrows. That girl also liked to do this action.

"Oh, Daddy asked me to call you for dinner!" An Lan made up a lie casually, her ears were a little red, which was her usual manifestation of lying.

Feng Junran saw the slightly red ears and his eyes tightened. He hurriedly turned his head and walked forward.

An Lan didn't know why Feng Junran left her and hurriedly followed.

Fortunately, Qi Duan and An Zhongshuo really prepared the food and food, waiting for Feng Junran and the others to take their seats.

This is a very small private banquet, and it is not suitable for a grand show.

Xuanyuan Fengshuo sat in the main seat, with An Zhongshuo and Qi Duan on the left, Jiuzhen and An Lan on the right, Feng Junran and Lian Xinchuan were sitting under An Zhongshuo and Qi Duan and others.

Xuanyuan Fengshuo, An Zhongshuo and Qi Duan discussed how to deal with the next war.

Feng Junran and Lian Xinchuan whispered.

"Aran, why did you become the son of the king?" Lian Xinchuan was very surprised when he learned that Feng Junran was the prince of Xuanyuan Fengshuo. Since he left home and came to Tongzhou, he has deliberately bid farewell to the past, including Feng Junran, because as soon as he saw him, he remembered Xiang'er, and Feng Junran hid Xiang'er in the mansion with him on his back, letting him find a misunderstanding, and he would not tell him the truth.

"It's a long story. I'll tell you in detail when I have time!" Feng Junran was absent-minded about this banquet, not drinking much, and not even eating much food.

Lian Xinchuan noticed his abnormality and wanted to ask An An and swallowed it again. He poured sake and drank a lot of drinks. Since Meng Xiang'er's death, he has been practicing thousands of cups without getting drunk.

"Xinchuan, An An and Murong Yuntian have left. You may not know yet. Murong Yuntian is actually Jiudurong!" Feng Junran seemed to know what Lian Xinchuan wanted to ask, so she simply told him. After saying that, she grabbed the wine pot and poured a glass of wine for herself and drank it slowly.

Feng Junran didn't like drinking, so she took a few sips and put down the wine glass. He listened to the sound of An Zhongshuo and Qi Duan giving advice to Xuanyuan Fengshuo, but he was thinking about two children.

When he thought that Siyu and Weiyang were still in Xuanyuan Fenghao's hands, he could not calm down.

He could not calm down but had to try his best to restrain himself. He knew that the two children were temporarily safe by Xuanyuan Fenghao's side, but he had to rescue them in this temporary period. Otherwise, once Xuanyuan Fenghao was defeated, he would inevitably threaten the two children, and then he would be in a passive position.

Thinking of this, Feng Junran inadvertently glanced at the opposite side.

There were Jiuzhen and An Lan sitting there.

An Lan likes Jiuzhen very much, and Jiuzhen also looks like her. The two chatted happily. An Lan smiled sweetly and purely, very similar to Kang An An. Both of them had a slightly raised corner of their mouth, like a bright sunflower, which could infect people's whole heart and be happy.

Feng Junran looked at it and couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth.

When An Lan talked to Jiuzhen for a while, she would look up at Feng Junran. If she looked at her more, she would be moved once more. She felt that this man must be a disaster in her life, which made her fall in love with her at first sight.

Jiuzhen noticed An Lan's little thoughts, picked up a plate of snacks in front of her and handed them to An Lan, "Lan'er, please give them to A Ran, just say that his mother asked him to eat!"

If anyone else had known that Jiuzhen was creating opportunities for her and Feng Junran, but An Lan didn't know.

She took the snack foolishly, walked around the long banquet, and came to Feng Junran, and called him as affectionately as Jiuzhen, "Aran!".

An Lan shouted sincerely, and her words were sincere, making people feel that they were not at all pretentious. She said, "Aran, this is what the Empress asked me to send to you, it's so delicious!"

Feng Junran curled the corners of her mouth lightly and thanked her lightly. Everything was light, and even the reaction when she picked up the pastry and sent it to her mouth was light.

But this touch of sadness fascinated An Lan. She stared at Feng Junran with her eyes fixed on her and pointed to another one with a different taste, "This one is delicious too!"

Feng Junran Yiyan picked up the one, put it slowly on his lips, and chewed it carefully. He chewed it very slowly. He frowned inadvertently, and returned to normal in one go. In fact, he didn't like to eat desserts. If he eats too much, his stomach will feel sore and feel very uncomfortable. But for some reason, under the sweet and pure smile, he couldn't say anything and refuse.

When An Lan saw that Feng Junran liked to eat, she was happy. She held her little face in her hands and stared at the man with her eyes, not wanting to blink for a moment, for fear of missing a beautiful scene if she blinked.

When An Lan was afraid that Feng Junran would be thirsty, she thoughtfully poured a glass of water and handed it to him, her slender wrist was grabbed by Feng Junran.

"Aran, what's wrong?" An Lan shouted in confusion. To be honest, her wrist was clenched a little painful. The pain made her frown her eyebrows, afraid that others would notice something strange, so she still maintained a decent smile.

Feng Junran took her hand and only looked at the silver ring. This silver ring was Kang An'an's silver ring. He was very sure that even the cloud patterns on it were exactly the same, but why was An Lan wearing it?

Even though An Lan's face was natural, her low cry attracted the attention of Jiuzhen and An Zhongshuo, and they turned their eyes to them one after another.

Feng Junran was very alert, noticed Jiuzhen's gaze, let go of An Lan, and spoke lightly, "Come here!" After saying that, he got up and walked out first.

When An Lan heard Feng Junran's words, she thought of his intimacy with him just now. Her heart was as if she was rushing around and quickly got up and followed her.

The two left the banquet hall and stood in front of the courtyard.

An Lan looked at Feng Junran, and a blush appeared on her face. Fortunately, the sky was dark and she couldn't see clearly.

"Where did the silver ring on your hand come from?" Feng Junran asked An Lan.

An Lan was stunned. Unexpectedly, Feng Junran called her out and asked her this. She unconsciously raised her wrist and a trace of doubt appeared in her deer-like eyes, "A Ran, are you talking about this? This is what I bought from another place!"

"How much money did you spend?"

"Twenty taels of silver pattern!".

"This is a silver note worth 100 taels, you can sell it to me!" Feng Junran took out the silver note and handed it to An Lan.

An Lan was squinting the white bill, feeling a little dazzling in the dark light. She shook her hand and her head was like a rattle, "I won't sell it!"

Feng Junran was silent, her eyes still stuck on the silver ring.

An Lan thought for a while and said, "Unless you tell me why you bought it!"

An Lan blinked her big eyes, her long eyelashes fluttered, and stared at Feng Junran's eyes.

Feng Junran was silent for a while before she opened her lips faintly, "This is a silver ring of a friend of mine. She left me. Now she saw the silver ring on your hand, so she wanted to buy it as a souvenir!"

"Why is it the same as Sister An An said?" An Lan muttered in a low voice.
To be continued...