The adopted daughter returns with a new face

Lan Rufeng turned around and hid in the darkness on the side, watched Xiao Hua come out and leave, then walked out again. He listened carefully and heard no movement in Liang Zichu's room before he turned around and left.

Liang Zichu really suspected her, not to mention Mu Rongchen. Yu Qianqian's fake death couldn't even be hidden from Liang Zichu, so how could she hide it from Mu Rongchen? But she was not worried about them investigating her. No matter how they investigated, they couldn't find evidence to prove that she was Liang Ziyu.

Unless she admits it herself, the old man will never tell. People outside the valley don't know her secret at all, and have never seen Luo Xiaoyu's true face. She also wears men's clothes when she goes out of the valley, so she can just play with them.

But she didn't know that Mu Rongchen already knew that she was a girl, and he boldly guessed everything. Lan Rufeng left Liang's house and walked slowly on the empty street, thinking about things and walking back.

On March 21st, it was the Empress Dowager's sixtieth birthday, and envoys from various countries came to congratulate her. The weather was clear and sunny, so the Emperor held a banquet in the Imperial Garden to receive the envoys to celebrate his mother's birthday.

Mu Rongchen had asked Yang Feng to call Lan Rufeng to go with him into the palace in the carriage. Lan Rufeng did not refuse, since she didn't have a carriage at home, so she just took a ride. When she saw Feng Lei was there, she pretended not to know him and asked Yang Feng who he was with a smile.

Feng Lei didn't wait for Yang Feng to answer, but answered Lan Rufeng who he was. He looked at her smiling as she got into the carriage and rolled his eyes.

As soon as Lan Rufeng got on the carriage, Mu Rongchen stared at the painting tube in her hand. When Lan Rufeng sat down, she also noticed the small dark red box placed next to Mu Rongchen.

"Today, envoys from the three kingdoms have come to congratulate you. When you enter the palace, sit with me." Mu Rongchen said calmly.

"It's against etiquette. I have a bad reputation and people will misunderstand me." Lan Rufeng refused with a smile. He was a prince and she was just a playboy. If she sat with him, she would be drowned by his saliva.

"What misunderstanding?" Mu Rongchen asked knowingly, staring into Lan Rufeng's eyes. The more he looked, the more he saw that they looked like Liang Ziyu.

"Prince Rong is asking questions even though he already knows the answer." Lan Rufeng said with a smile.

"I don't mind, so why do you mind?" Mu Rongchen said indifferently, wishing he could take off the annoying mask on her face.

"Of course I mind, because I said I have no interest in Prince Rong, so naturally I have to stay away from Prince Rong." Lan Rufeng said bluntly.

"Others are sitting together as a family, so why don't you just share a table with me? Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Mu Rongchen said angrily.

"A family. Do the families of ministers in the court also go?" Lan Rufeng asked after hearing Mu Rongchen's words.

Mu Rongchen gave Lan Rufeng an idiotic look.

Lan Rufeng looked at the idiotic look Mu Rongchen gave her and said dissatisfiedly: "It seems that today is not only the Queen Mother's birthday, but also a good day for a blind date. Prince Rong must work hard."

"Why should I work hard? I have a fiancée." Mu Rongchen deliberately asked back, his eyes fixed on Lan Rufeng's expression.

"He has a fiancée, what does he mean?" Lan Rufeng thought to himself, but asked with a smile without showing his emotion: "Prince Rong, the fiancée you are talking about, is it not the sister of Lord Lan?"

"As long as the corpse is not found, she will still be my fiancée." Seeing that the woman's expression did not change at all, Mu Rongchen had to admire her composure.

"Hehe..." Lan Rufeng chuckled, "I never thought that Prince Rong was such an infatuated man. I really admire him. But isn't it said that she was disfigured by your concubine Liang and pushed off a cliff to her death? Is there any reason why someone can't get married after death?"

Mu Rongchen looked at the smile on Lan Rufeng's lips, as if she was mocking his hypocrisy. He felt angry but couldn't express it, so he simply closed his eyes and ignored her existence.

"Are you not playing anymore?" Lan Rufeng couldn't help sneering in her heart as she looked at Mu Rongchen, who closed his eyes and ignored her when it came to the critical point.

The original owner was murdered, but he was unmoved. Now that he heard that the person was not dead, he wanted to use the marriage contract to restrain the Lan family. Such a calculating royal family member is really shameless.

Yang Feng and Feng Lei listened to the noise in the carriage. It was obvious that Lan Rufeng was trying to make his master unhappy on purpose. When the carriage arrived at the palace gate, Yang Feng followed his master and Lan Rufeng into the palace with a gift box in his arms. Feng Lei drove the carriage back. They came to the imperial garden, which was already full of people, as if they were the only ones missing.

Feng Qingwu and Chen Siyao felt uncomfortable when they saw Lan Rufeng. He asked them to respect themselves and hurt their feelings, but they still couldn't take their eyes off him. Both of them looked at him.

Chen Xue watched his daughter staring at Lan Rufeng infatuatedly, and sighed in his heart. He didn't dare to tell his daughter that Lan Rufeng said he didn't like women, for fear that she would be even more sad.

The Queen Mother saw Lan Rufeng for the first time. She looked at him and his son as they came forward, and carefully examined him. Liang Zichu, the Chu family, and the Li family also looked at Lan Rufeng, and they all looked at the half of his face that was exposed without any expression.

There was a hint of anger in Concubine Yue's eyes as she stared at Lan Rufeng, who had repeatedly ruined her son's plans and brutally killed Fan Xiao.

"Your son respectfully wishes your mother good fortune as vast as the East Sea, longevity as long as the Southern Mountains, and good health." Mu Rongchen knelt down to wish his mother a happy birthday. After accepting the greeting, Yang Feng opened the birthday gift and presented it to him. It was a statue of the smiling Maitreya Buddha.

"Get up!" The Queen Mother smiled and asked her son to get up.

Lan Rufeng bowed to the emperor's family, then wished the empress dowager a long life: "I wish the empress dowager a long and happy life, may you live as long as the Southern Mountains, may you live in prosperous times, and may you be blessed as long as the East China Sea. I hope the empress dowager will accept this small gift." After saying this, he presented the painting tube in his hand.

"Mr. Lan, you are so polite." The Queen Mother smiled and asked the palace servant to bring the painting tube over.

"What birthday gift did Young Master Lan give to the Royal Grandmother? Royal Grandmother, please open it and let everyone see it." Mu Liangfeng spoke, eager to let people see the gift that Lan Rufeng had sent.

"Your Highness Prince Mo, I am poor, so this gift is naturally not as valuable as the ones you have prepared. I heard from General Yang that the Queen Mother likes calligraphy, painting and music, so I painted a picture for her." Lan Rufeng saw through Mu Liangfeng's thoughts and told everyone directly that what he was giving was a painting.

"Queen Mother, Young Master Lan is very talented. This painting must be of great charm. We must open it and take a look." Feng Xiangyu was also annoyed with Lan Rufeng. He had lost so many of his manpower, so he naturally would not miss the opportunity to embarrass him.

"Mr. Lan, please sit with Prince Rong!" The emperor motioned to his younger brother and Lan Rufeng to take a seat first, and then asked the palace servant to open the painting. A lifelike picture of pine and crane appeared before his eyes, shocking him.

"The immortal crane lives for a thousand years, and its blessings are shared by the sea and the mountains. The pine tree is eternal and its lifespan is as long as the Yangtze River. Master Lan's painting of pine and crane for longevity is so lifelike, and his painting skills are truly extraordinary." The prince looked at the poem on the painting and recited it in praise.

"It is indeed a masterpiece. Let us all appreciate it together. It is Master Lan's birthday gift to the Empress Dowager. I like it very much." The emperor agreed with his son's words and asked the palace servants to show the painting to everyone.

When everyone saw the painting, they were immediately attracted by the two lifelike cranes and the pine and cypress trees that looked like real trees.

Mu Rongchen was secretly surprised when he saw the painting: "If Lan Rufeng is Liang Ziyu, it would be impossible for Liang Ziyu to paint such a stunning painting with her level." He couldn't help but look at her. Could it be that his guess was wrong?

Lan Rufeng ignored Mu Rongchen's inquiring gaze. Others might not be able to find out her secret, but Mu Rongchen might not be able to.

"Your Majesty, can I come forward to take a look?" Chen Xue was attracted by the painting and asked the emperor for permission. The emperor nodded, and Chen Xue stood up and came forward to carefully observe the painting in the palace servant's hand. The more he observed, the more surprised he was, and he couldn't help but exclaimed: "There is such a wonderful painting technique in the world. This is the first time I have seen it. It looks lifelike from a distance, and every stroke is clearly visible when you look closely. It's wonderful! It's indescribable."

Everyone couldn't help but be curious when they heard Chen Xue's words. He could say such a thing, which meant that Lan Rufeng's paintings had their own unique features, but it was not easy to go forward to appreciate them. But the emperor was different. He quickly asked the palace servants to bring the paintings to him and observe them carefully. After observing them carefully, he was also surprised.

"Your Majesty, Master Lan's unique painting skills cannot be achieved without more than ten years of dedicated research," Chen Xue said bluntly.

“More than ten years…!” Everyone’s eyes were on Lan Rufeng. He was only in his twenties, but his painting skills were so profound.