"Well, since I'm Aiqing's old friend, I'll hold a banquet in Muxi Palace tonight to catch the wind and wash the dust for them." After Jiu Tian finished speaking, he waved his hand calmly.

The corners of Yang Dichen's mouth hooked up a vague smile, and said, "Your Majesty, the minister retires." With that, he turned and walked out of the study.

A childlike look of annoyance appeared on Jiu Tilt's slightly feminine face: How could he say such contradictory words? Otherwise, I can talk to him for a while! Is this jealousy really poison? He felt that his sanity and decisiveness were running out.

Lingxiao Palace.

Lingxiao Hall is the place where a deceased imperial sister of Emperor Xihu lived, because it was quiet and elegant, and then slowly evolved into a place to entertain guests in the palace.

In the courtyard of the palace, all kinds of flowers and plants are scattered, white magnolia blooms in patches but does not feel redundant, and there are also a few peach blossom trees that are gradually withering, and the pink petals are floating all over the ground with the breeze.

Yurong was lying on the window, just looking at the falling flowers, she held her chin and thought for a long time, and suddenly said: "This little emperor seems to attach great importance to Yang Yanchen." ”

"Nine tilts are twenty-two years old."

Hearing Rong Yuan's brainless words, Yurong turned his head and wondered, "Then what?" Do you want to say that he is too young to be easily confused by Yang Yanchen? ”

Rong Yuan put down the book in his hand, stepped forward and touched her smooth forehead, and said, "A man is twenty years old when he performs the gift of a weak crown, how can a twenty-two year old be called young?" Yang Yanchen has been by his side for 12 years, and his friendship is deep, which is beyond the reach of others. ”

"Tsk, since ancient times, the birds have been hiding their bows. I never thought that this Yang Yanchen would be prosperous for a long time," Yurong shook his head and sighed, and said slowly: "Eh." Rong Yuan, do you think he is taking revenge on us with the excuse of the little emperor? ”

Without waiting for Rong Yuan to answer, Yang Yanchen Lang came into the door with a smile: "It seems that Miss Yurong not only does not treat me as a gentleman, but is still a villain." ”

Secretly guessing that others should not hear it, Yurong shouted embarrassed in his heart, raised his eyebrows, and said, "It seems that General Yang regards himself as a gentleman?" ”

Yang Yanchen stood two meters away from the two of them. smiled: "I'm used to hearing you call me by name, so let's call me Yang Yanchen in the future." The first few defeats under Rong Shizi were because my skills were not as good as talents. Naturally, you can't complain. After he finished speaking, he raised his eyebrows, and said, "We don't know each other either!" ”

Yurong pushed his hand: "Don't, I think you have other plans like this." If anyone strikes me, I will pay back tenfold. ”

"Haha. Understand. After all, this is nothing to do, either treacherous or thief," Yang Yanchen paused, and said: "I came to tell you that the Holy Lord will hold a banquet in Muxi Palace tonight to entertain the two, and I will send someone to pick up the two of them when the time comes, and I still have something to do, so I will leave first." See you in the evening. ”

"Yang Darkchen is really a tornado, and it comes and goes quickly." Yurong looked at his back as he went out. Said with emotion.

"Grind."

Yurong was stunned for a moment and said, "You let me grind?" "Why is this man getting colder? It's like going back to the way I first met him. She walked over and rolled up her sleeves and grinded, and said, "Why don't you do it yourself?" Do it yourself, have plenty of food and clothing. ”

"I can't shoot empty." Rong Yuan raised his head and blinked, the long eyelashes like feathers flickered, like a disc dancing in the light, the ultimate demon.

Yurong saw that he was holding a book in one hand and ready to turn the book in the other, sighed resignedly, and said, "Rong Yuan, you were very similar to Rong Jin at that moment just now." ”

Fog grass! Did she have a brain pump just now! Heaven and earth, this is a perfect interpretation of which pot is not opened, right? Yurong reacted as soon as he spoke, and felt that it was like trying to cover up and explain again, so he consciously closed his mouth and grinded, and a pair of apricot eyes secretly glanced at Rong Yuan, who was reading quietly, from time to time.

The complexion is as white as jade, the bridge of the nose is as high as a mountain ridge, and a pair of eyes seem to have captured thousands of beautiful scenery in the world and melted into the most brilliant galaxy, all of which are inexhaustibly handsome. The lips are beautiful, the face is expressionless, and the son is like jade, that's how it feels.

However, this expressionless appearance fell on Yu Rong's heart, and she was a little apprehensive, after all, she had just mentioned Rong Jin, and he didn't react at all! Yurong stopped grinding, and said with a dog-legged smile: "Rong Yuan, the ink is good." ”

"Face." Rong Yuan cherishes words like gold. He got up and took the pen, dipped it in thick ink.

Yurong was stunned again: "Huh? ”

"Well, put your face out."

Hey, when did her family Rongyuan learn the Korean Oba? Get angry and kiss it! Yurong jumped forward quite shyly, leaned her face in front of him, and slowly closed her eyes.

Rong Yuan tried to hold back a smile, and the pen fell on her beautiful face.

It's cold to the touch, and it's diǎn wet, and it seems that there's still diǎn ink? Yurong twisted his eyebrows and opened his eyes, then took a step back, raised his hand to wipe his face, fog grass! What is Rong Yuan doing!

Looking at Yurong, who was staring angrily with apricot eyes, Rong Yuan pulled her wrist and said with a smile: "Didn't Rong'er ask her husband to teach you to draw ghosts a few days ago, huh?" ”

"Draw on paper!" Yurong resolutely defends her temperance.

Rong Yuan smiled even deeper: "Rong'er, be good, come here." ”

Although Rong Yuan has always been gentle, it is really rare to be so deliberately gentle, and Yurong's face became more and more red: "Then you have to promise not to let others see the turtle on my face." "Such a shameful thing, she doesn't do it as a beautiful girl in the Heavenly Dynasty!

"Before dinner, how about washing it off for you by your husband?"

Yurong always had a feeling of furry in his heart, but he couldn't find the strangeness of these words, and thought that he had just offended him, so he resigned himself to it.

She closed her eyes with the courage of a strong man, and said, "Paint!" ”

Rong Yuan smiled at the corner of his mouth, and began to draw turtles on her beautiful face with a brush.

After a long time, she finally stopped writing, Yurong just opened her eyes, but saw him lifting the pen and came to her left cheek, she said: "Just draw one!" ”

"I wanted to draw one for my husband." Rong Yuan kissed her forehead and smiled.

Yurong immediately heard what he meant, she naturally knew that Rong Yuan was eating in her heart, but she felt that she shouldn't worry about Rong Jin, so she thought of such a way.

"That's it, one turtle is a painting, and two turtles are also paintings, so let's make the storm more violent!" Yurong bit her lip and closed her eyes again.

Rong Yuan couldn't help laughing, and then unceremoniously moved a pen on her face.

After a while, Yurong opened her eyes, and when she saw the person in front of her with her teeth exposed, she knew how funny she was like this, she thought about it, and walked bravely to the mirror.

Well, I have to say that Rong Yuan's turtle painting is very delicate and lifelike! (To be continued.) )

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