At that time, the sun outside was just right, shining warmly on people, and the mood became better, at least Meng Yan put aside the unpleasant things before and cheered up to deal with the emperor.

She really doesn't have much impression of the emperor, even if she gouges out all the memories, there are not many, except for dancing twice before the banquet, the remaining memories are not suitable for children.

So the emperor simply likes his face, Meng Yan thought for a long time and came to this conclusion, after all, her face is really good-looking, but she only has one face to see now.

When Zhu Yan gets old, how much will she have left?

When she gets old, it is estimated that the emperor will also be in the grave. So sit on a high position before the emperor dies.

Meng Yan suddenly looked at the emperor with tears in her eyes, the most noble woman in the world is not the queen, but the queen and her mother-in-law, the emperor.

Early death and early superbirth. Meng Yan labeled the emperor with this label.

"What's wrong with the beauty?" Seeing Meng Yan looking at him with tears, the emperor stopped, approached Meng Yan and looked at her face, like a boyfriend in love.

He fell in love with Meng Yan at first sight, just because Meng Yan was good-looking, and when he got tired of it, Meng Yan was a remnant flower in the palace wall, which was knocked down by the rain and rolled into the soil, and corrupted with them.

"The concubine is very grateful to the emperor." Meng Yan lowered her head, melted the water in her eyes, and smiled brightly, "Because the emperor helped the concubine get out of the predicament." ”

"I told you you didn't have to say hello today." The emperor smiled and walked back with Meng Yan.

"The concubine has always admired the queen, so I want to see the queen as soon as possible." Meng Yan is this set of rhetoric to everyone, so she doesn't know that this set of rhetoric has spread throughout the harem.

The newcomer Meng Meiren admires the queen very much......

The emperor didn't care much, he felt that it was a woman's twists and turns, so he didn't continue, he saw that the peony in the imperial garden was just right, and saw that Meng Yan's head was pure, and there were only a few hairpins, so he started to make a peony and looked at Meng Yan with a smile.

This kind of routine is so bad that the old lady doesn't need it. Meng Yan rolled her eyes in her heart, her face was shy, she lowered her head and asked the emperor to put hairpins on her head.

"People are more delicate than flowers." After the hairpin was finished, the emperor lifted Meng Yan's chin, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and frowned again, "You are wearing too plain today, I remember the first time you danced, your eyes were shy, and your lips were laughing." The wind rolls the grape belt, and the sunshine pomegranate skirt. ”

This emperor was a literate scoundrel. Meng Yan commented silently.

"Let me rejoice tightly." The emperor leaned into Meng Yan's ear and whispered affectionately.

The point is on hooligans. Meng Yan, who resisted incompetence, thought.

A faint layer of red appeared on the white cheeks, but the eyes were not blurred at all, they were very sober, and the hidden arrogance was clearly seen by the emperor.

The whole world is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's minister, and I can't conquer a woman.

"No shame?" The Emperor asked with a low chuckle.

"Being liked by the emperor is a blessing for the concubine in her life, why should she be ashamed." Meng Yan said crooked reasoning, but she couldn't stand her uprightness, so she seemed to be righteous and strict.

The emperor laughed loudly, put his arm around Meng Yan's waist, and hugged her back to his residence.

When she returned to her residence, Meng Yan couldn't wait to leave the emperor's arms, and smiled at the emperor with the palace maid's tea, "Please use the emperor's tea." ”

"Aren't you practicing dance, your waist is harder than mine." Along the way, the emperor felt Meng Yan's discomfort, and seeing her forced smile, the emperor felt even more interesting.

The old man in his forties was embarrassed to compare himself to me. Meng Yan despised in her heart, holding the teacup and not speaking.

Seeing that Meng Yan refused to say more, the emperor was not embarrassed, and after taking a sip, he pulled Meng Yan to sit down, touched Meng Yan's hand and looked left and right, and finally sighed, "There is such a stunning color in the world." ”

Meng Yan obediently made that vase, and never disturbed the emperor's feelings.

"In the end, I ended up in my harem."

I'd better interrupt you.

Probably thinking that the emperor was too brazen, Meng Yan raised her head and wanted to withdraw her hand from the emperor, "Your Majesty, the concubine's hand is not good-looking." ”

"Why doesn't it look good?" The emperor touched Meng Yan's hand, especially lingering at the tiger's mouth.

Meng Yan, who was eaten tofu, could only swallow this breath and said in a good voice, "It's too rough." ”

If it weren't too troublesome to kill you, the old lady would have killed you with a sword in minutes.

"These hands are beautiful." The emperor was unusually serious, "This is the hand of a warrior." There was regret in the words.

"The emperor is the Son of Heaven, and there have been popes since he was a child, so of course there is no need to talk about swordsmanship." Meng Yan praised the emperor to death, and by the way, she moved her hand to pull it back.

"I can't learn a sword." The emperor held Meng Yan's hand tightly, his body was not very good, he had not practiced martial arts much since he was a child, let alone learned swords, and the happiness and enmity that he longed for in his heart disappeared after he ascended the throne, until he saw Meng Yan again.

Even if he was a layman, he could see that Meng Yan was a real swordsman and a dancer, how could he not be moved by the combination of sword and dance into a perfect person.

He wanted this wisp of sword soul to be his own thing.

"You look good at sword dancing." The emperor plucked Meng Yan's sideburns with his hand, which was truly stunning and exciting.

"Thank you for your praise." Although she didn't know why the emperor was warm to herself, Meng Yan still followed the emperor's words, and by the way, she comforted her own sect, "I practiced the Ape Gong swordsmanship." "The sword breaks and you don't explain.

"Who did you learn from?" The emperor came interested.

Once you enter the sect, you can automatically learn it. Of course Meng Yan wouldn't say that, she smiled melancholy, "I don't know the name of the master, she has been dead for a long time." "Master, don't be enlightened to vendetta against me.

"But the emperor is very similar to the master." Meng Yan said again, it's very similar, they all like to flirt with girls, but one is flirtatious, and the other is forcibly flirting with girls.

The emperor was not very happy to hear this, because according to Meng Yan's words, Meng Yan's master was very old and had died a long time ago, and the portrait of himself and Meng Yan's master was saying that he was not too young, and it was time to lie in the coffin.

Seeing Meng Yan's admiring appearance, the emperor swallowed this breath and changed the subject, "What you said yesterday, I have already asked the craftsman to do it." ”

Seeing Meng Yan's confused appearance, the emperor was overjoyed, clapped his hands and asked someone to bring things in and send them to Meng Yan.

There was a red cloth on it, and she didn't know what it looked like, Meng Yan looked at the tray, and then at the emperor, trying to recall, she seemed to have said that she missed it very much......

Wait, Meng Yan looked at the emperor in surprise, could it be ...... here

"Uncover it." The emperor doted on Meng Yan.

With the promise, Meng Yan pulled off the silk at once, and when she saw the things in the tray clearly, she suddenly lost strength in her hand and let the silk fall to the ground.

It's a big fan, the big fan that every Xiuxiu misses, and it really appears in front of him.

Meng Yan's tears of excitement fell, you must know that as a PVP dog, she has not played a copy for 10,000 years, except for one copy, Dihua, Zhou Zhouqing CD, and every time she packs a group, in the 90s, she didn't know how many big flutes she had touched, and she had put on golden snakes on the backs of countless yellow chickens, and even put together a pair of red lotus harnesses, but she only had one Tiandian girl.

On the possibility of the hand mafia turning to PVE.

"It's not a dream." Meng Yan hugged the big fan and cried with joy, at this moment, she felt happier than all Xiuxiu, because her big fan was realized.

"Look at you who are happy, you are crying." The emperor gently wiped away Meng Yan's tears, feeling a little funny, isn't it just a big fan, it is worth making her happy like this.

"If I die, please bury me next to it." Meng Yan said with a stern face.

“……”

I'm very happy. The emperor was not very happy to think about it, and it was all nonsense.

"I'll show you the dance." Meng Yan suddenly stood up, smiled at the emperor with a big fan, and was about to change clothes.

"Leave the fan behind." Seeing Meng Yan holding the big fan, the emperor couldn't cry or laugh, and asked Meng Yan to put the fan here.

"The fan is in the people, and the fan is dead." Meng Yan held the big fan and refused to let go.

This seriousness amused the emperor, and he had no choice but to smile and let Meng Yan go down with a big fan, and said to the big eunuch beside him, "I didn't expect to have a stupid spirit." ”

"Meng Meiren is thoughtful and serious." The big eunuch had followed the emperor for decades, and knew that the emperor would like Meng Yan, so he naturally said good things.

The emperor laughed again, expecting Meng Yan to dance a song for him, but Meng Yan was not seen coming, but a palace maid came to report, "Your Majesty, Meng Mei is outside." ”

"Outside." The emperor came interested, got up and walked to the window, here just can see the scenery in the courtyard, it is a spring day, a hundred flowers are blooming, the broken light hits the delicate petals, unprovoked intoxicating, someone stands under a pear blossom tree, standing against the light, she is wearing a pink shirt, long sleeves hang down, half-hidden, can not block the things she holds in both hands, is a red umbrella and a red fan.

When the wind rises, she is convenient for the flying flowers to dance together, the red fan is thrown high, in the air through a graceful arc, the gems inlaid on the top in the sunlight refracted a few rays of light, look down, the red umbrella in her hand propped up, accompanied her to rotate, only a moment, the red fan fell into her hand again, covering her face, and then turned around, she slowly put away the red umbrella, alternately on the chest, to the emperor leisurely saluted.

"Okay." The emperor was overjoyed, and was about to say something to praise, but saw Meng Yan jump up again, again and again, completely intoxicated.

"Didn't the beauty see me?" The emperor wondered if he didn't have zài, and he was directly ignored.

"This ......," the great eunuch did not know how to answer.