An Yuqian looked down at the two maids who were busy working for him, and suddenly felt very guilty in his heart. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info looked stubborn and unwilling to take care of his bamboo peach, and suddenly felt angry and funny. couldn't help but stretch out his hand and poke the door of Zhutao's head, and said angrily: "You girl, I've softened you, do you still plan to ignore me?" How long will you ignore me? ”

Zhu Tao heard a trace of grievance in An Yu's voice, and couldn't help but soften his heart, still helping An Yu Yan carefully bandage it with a tiger face, covered with a thick layer of ointment, and looked up at An Yu, Zhu Tao looked up at An Yu, and Zhu Tao looked at An Yu's little eyes with a hint of grievance, and suddenly his heart softened, and he couldn't help but say: "Okay, anyway. In short, don't let yourself get hurt next time... Then he lowered his head and said softly, "Otherwise, we are really worried... ”

Looking at Zhu Tao's appearance, Zhu Xing also nodded heavily, and said very solemnly: "Yes, Miss, look at you, you always let yourself be hurt for this kind of thing, you don't care about your body, we can't see it!" An Yuqian also reached out to touch Zhu Xing's hand, and smiled apologetically: "Okay, how many times have I said it, Miss, I remember it in my heart!" He looked at Zhu Xing, who wanted to speak again, pretended to frown and said, "Okay, okay, if you are verbose, you will become an old woman!" If you can't find Ruyi Langjun, don't come to me crying! ”

When Zhu Xing heard this, her face was red, and she couldn't say anything, so she picked up Zhu Tao and ran out, leaving a sentence: "Miss, I will go to the small kitchen with Zhu Tao to see what I did for lunch today... An Yuqian looked at the distant backs of the two girls, shook his head helplessly, and looked at his well-bandaged arm, and felt a stream of heat rush through the blood to the limbs, and the blood was filled with a warm feeling. An Yuqian walked to the desk, picked up the pharmacology book that had been read several times, and flipped through it again.

"Miss, there is your letter!" Just as he was about to flip through the books, the little guy at the door rushed in and reported: "Miss, look! With some curiosity, An Yuqian took the letter from the little guy at the door, walked to the desk and sat down, opened it and looked at it.

Diaphragm:

I'm your sister Enron, how are you doing lately? Since that Murong Mansion meeting, I have missed it very much. Why don't you come to Liufu for a gathering in some time, our sisters talk about homely, what do you think? I hope to get your reply, if the time can be arranged, let me beg my father, give you a post, so that you can raise your eyebrows in front of your aunt, okay?

Respectfully

Seeing Liu Anran's handwriting, An Yuyan read her words carefully, and couldn't help but pull a smile at the corners of her mouth. After thinking about it, he also raised his pen and wrote: "

Sister Liu:

Since that day when Murong Mansion was farewell, Yan'er has often been worried in her heart, as long as her sister is willing to pay respects, she will definitely go to the appointment thanks to her sister's kindness.

Handwritten by Yan Er

"Hey, you can send this reply letter to the little guy at the door!" An Yu commanded. "Yes, yes." The little maid at the door just took the envelope, and suddenly whispered, "The Ninth Prince asked the young lady to wait for good news." With that, he ran out of the inner room as fast as he could.

Nine Princes? Yun Mubai? An Yuyan thought about it and couldn't help but be a little surprised. Okay, you Yun Mubai, you have installed so many eyeliners in my room! See how I clean you up next time! At this time, Yun Mubai, who was concentrating on calligraphy in the study of the Nine Kings' Mansion, suddenly shuddered involuntarily. The scholar who was serving on the side asked suspiciously, "Master, what are you... “

Yun Mubai also felt strange, touched his nose, and couldn't think of a reason: "I don't know either... Okay, concentrate on the ink! "Yes."