Chapter 2818 The Mischievous General's Beautiful Concubine (65)

That little thought shook him so much.

He already has someone he cares about, and he is no longer a wandering soul with no goal living for the southern country.

So if there is really no other way, he will take her away.

For the rest, he tried his best and didn't force it.

Bai Weiwei seemed to be stunned for a long time before she woke up from this question, "Yes..."

Lu Xinglan had already turned around, stretched out a finger, and gently pressed against her lips, "Shh...don't say anything."

After all, he is still an emperor.

How can it be so easy to talk behind the back.

Bai Weiwei's eyelashes fluttered, her lips parted slightly, and she rubbed against the man's finger.

He blushed, immediately withdrew his fingers, then turned around as if nothing had happened, and did not speak again.

And Bai Weiwei didn't say a word.

After the bandage was done, Bai Weiwei pinched his clothes with her fingers, but suddenly sighed softly: "My heart aches, Lu Xinglan, you are too dangerous, haven't you thought about how to make yourself safer?"

For example, kick the bastard above him away.

Sit in the golden chair by yourself.

How cool.

Lu Xinglan was silent for a while, and then said slowly: "I thought about it, I wanted to hand over the military power and leave here."

Bai Weiwei: "..."

So unmotivated.

She immediately tried to persuade. "Without military power, wouldn't you be more dangerous, and it would be easier to kill you?"

Lu Xinglan shook his head lightly, showing a hint of a smile, "There are enough back roads, once I leave, no one will be able to find me."

This confidence is still there.

Bai Weiwei: "..."

Damn, is this a ten thousand year old turtle?

They were all murdered, how could they be so bearable?

She racked her brains and said, "Don't you have a trace of resentment?"

Lu Xinglan was silent for a while, and his expression became more solemn and gloomy.

He said: "There is resentment, and I have thought about some outrageous thoughts, but the Lu family has been loyal for generations, and this heavy reputation is forged by many heroic souls. I don't want to let myself bear the reputation of rebellion, otherwise I will be sorry for the Lu family. door plaque."

If the southern country can maintain it like this.

He can persist even if he complains.

If the southern country is ruined by the royal family, there is no possibility of survival.

At that time, he might have the idea of ​​rebellion. Anyway, the country is about to perish, and he doesn't care about reputation anymore.

But now, if it really comes to subjugation.

Then he might not choose to seize power and betray, but to leave.

Because... the girl beside him couldn't stand the bloody storm of his taking away power.

He took her away so that she could live a safe life.

Lu Xinglan's eyes were dark and firm. He pursed his lips and pondered for a while before he said hoarsely, "Even if it's the end, I won't abandon you, and I'll take you out of here together."

These are the most passionate words that can be spoken.

Even if it is subtle, it is extremely deep.

Bai Weiwei: "..."

If Yuan Xuan is a bastard.

Lu Xinglan is a grandson.

If he is so tolerant, he is no longer a man.

It doesn't seem to be so, the last time I lay down and asked him to go up, he didn't go up.

Now that he was almost killed, and he is still so forbearing, if he is forced to have nowhere to go, then he should just walk away.

Bai Weiwei just wanted to engrave the word "Turtle" on his face.

After Lu Xinglan made this promise, he wondered if it might be a little too aggressive.

He looked sideways slightly, but he didn't dare to turn his head. He could only pretend to say calmly: "It's getting late, don't be too tired."

The girl behind her was silent for a long time.

Just when Lu Xinglan felt that the atmosphere was a bit wrong.

Suddenly there was a gentle touch on the light-colored trace behind her.

Soft lips, kissed lightly.

The girl breathed lightly, blowing on the healed wound marks.

Lu Xinglan was dumbfounded.

But she heard her whispering softly behind her, "Well, rest, young master."

The words were ambiguous and soft.