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Chapter 33: The Iron Fence


With a click, He Lanyao clearly felt the sound of the door opening next to her ears.

Although her eyes were covered with black cloth, there was a faint light.

"The Third Prince and Yao'er are here."

Hearing this, He Lanyao first untied the cloth strips for Long Shaoyan, who was trembling with fear, and then untied his own.

What is in front of you is a room similar to a cave dwelling.

The house only has a small hole in the wall for ventilation.

Because there is no light deep underground, the whole house can only be illuminated by a dim oil lamp.

Behind the door opened in front of Helan Yao, there was an iron fence blocking Helan Yao and Helan Zhiyuan.

Helan Yao saw Helan Zhiyuan holding a yellowed old book and reading attentively under the weak flame that seemed to go out at any time.

He Lanyao felt something on her chest, as if a huge stone was pressing down on her, making her unable to breathe.

"It's daytime now.

Why is he here instead of studying under the sun?

It's so dark and cold here."

Long Shaoyan pointed at Helan Zhiyuan and asked He Lanyao with a puzzled look on his face.

"This is the tiger's poison that cannot eat its seeds."

Helan Yao looked at the untouched food that Helan Zhiyuan had put aside.

It was the most standard servant food.

However, Helan Zhiyuan is his son Helan Qingyuan "Open the door."

He Lanyao ordered coldly.

Perhaps hearing the commotion coming from the door, Helan Zhiyuan raised his head from the book.

But unexpectedly, I saw the person I wanted to see the most.

"Sister" Helan Zhiyuan couldn't believe his eyes.

Is that majestic and elegant woman really the dirty and unwilling sister of the past?

"Why, I haven't seen my sister for a few days.

I don't recognize my sister anymore."

Helan Yao looked at Helan Zhiyuan who was walking towards her quickly with a smile on her lips.

"Yao'er, should the third prince be given to his father?"

Helan Qingyuan lowered the stone door outside the iron fence and asked Helan Yao with a smile.

"You have to give it, but you just need to let me finish talking to my brother first."

He Lanyao raised her chin, her eyes not giving in at all.

"Do you think I'm a fool?

After talking to Zhiyuan, you can take the third prince away directly."

He Lan Qingyuan sneered: "Yao'er is so scheming, she wants to play with her father and applaud her."

"It's okay not to say anything, but then don't even think about taking the Third Prince away."

Helan Yao looked at Helan Qingyuan, whose face was gradually distorted by her words, with a look of indifference in her eyes.

"I also saw my brother, and I felt relieved to see that he was well."

He Lan Qingyuan took a step forward, his momentum approaching He Lan Yao's.

He Lanyao raised her head and smiled.

She bet again on whether Helan Qingyuan's obsession with Long Shaoyan was a fool.

"You know the consequences of playing tricks on me."

Helan Qingyuan looked at the secret guard next to him, and the stone door that stood in front of Helan Yao and Helan Zhiyuan gradually rose.

"Brother," Helan Yao happily held hands with Helan Zhiyuan.

Helan Yao was about to speak, but saw Helan Qingyuan beside her who refused to leave.

Helan Qingyuan only responded to her with a gentle smile: "It would be bad if someone comes to disturb Yao'er.

It's better for dad to keep watch."

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"Madam, how can you hold other men's hands?

The queen mother told me that if you get married, you shouldn't be too close to other men."

Long Shaoyan pouted and tried to separate the hands of Helan Yao and He Lan Zhiyuan. hand.

Helan Qingyuan raised his eyebrows, "Dad originally planned to take away the person who affected Yao'er and Zhiyuan's reunion, but Yao'er didn't allow it."

Helan Yao ignored He Lan Qingyuan's provocation and only glared at Long Shaoyan coldly.

Long Shaoyan did not dare to break He Lan Yao's hand, but instead put his arm around He Lan Yao's waist and looked at He Lan Zhiyuan's eyes.

There is a provocation unique to children

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