After the clouds and rain, the aftertaste is endless.

Liu Tingge was like a lazy cat, lying weakly on Tang An's chest. Lord Tang, who was invincible on the battlefield, racked his brains at this time, and said countless love words in his mouth, what "You are a fierce horse, I am a saddle, you live in my heart, I ride on you..."

I don't know how long the warmth lasted, until the afterglow of the sunset outside the house spilled in, and the two reluctantly got up and dressed.

Lord Tang took pity on his girlfriend's lack of health, and was willing to serve him intimately. Liu Qingge was originally full of emotion, but when she still didn't put on a piece of clothing after wearing it for a long time, she understood why Tang An was so attentive.

Thanks to her gentle as water, if it were a spicy girl, I am afraid that she would have scolded a long time ago: Damn, what is the matter with your thief hands always touching and scratching the old lady's chest?

When the two of them left the house, the Flying Snow Yue Lan Pavilion was already dimmed in a warm candle flame. Like a flock of flowers and butterflies, the maids are busy changing the cloth and candlestick for each table, busy for the gold-absorbing feast of the night.

Feng Zhilan obviously got the news of Tang An's return, and waited for the two of them in the hall with four golden flowers smiling. Seeing that Liu Tingge's pretty face still had the afterglow of passion, she was slightly stunned. With her experience and experience, how could she not know what the two of them had just done?

Liu Qingge seemed to be unable to withstand Feng Zhilan's gaze that was transparent to the world, and hung his head impatiently.

A few ambiguous glances were like a drizzle for Tang An, he was not ashamed but proud, and said with a smile: "Sisters, why haven't you seen more and more beautiful for more than half a year?" Especially Sister Feng, you--may I ask you, sister, are you practicing the Divine Skill of Rejuvenation? At first glance, I thought you were only twenty years old. ”

Feng Zhilan couldn't help but smile and said, "Then what about taking a closer look?" ”

Tang Dai's eyes widened pretentiously, and he exaggerated: "Sin, sin, it turns out that he is only eighteen years old. ”

Hearing him slap his ass so shamelessly, the four golden flowers couldn't bear it anymore, and laughed out loud.

Feng Zhilan was slightly blessed and said, "Master Hou is really funny. ”

"Don't call it that." Tang An hurriedly waved his hand, "Fame and fortune are like floating clouds, even if the brocade robe is added, it can't change my heart to pursue freedom, no matter how many nicknames the world gives, here, I am still everyone's small, sugar, sugar!" ”

The four golden flowers are all people who have been in Fengyue Field for many years, and naturally know what the word "prince" represents. Since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, the five fingers of the princes who have been sealed are all clear, and all of them are relatives of the emperor, and there is no other marquis with a different surname like Tang An, which shows that he occupies multiple positions in the emperor's mind.

Feng Zhilan was once the first person in Fengmen when he was in the Qi Kingdom, and he walked among the powerful every day, and he was very familiar with the etiquette and humility. Even though he used to have a close relationship with Tang An, it was not as big as the concept of secular status.

She couldn't help but think of the first time she saw him.

At that time, he came into contact with Tang An, just because he saw through the little tricks played by Feixue Yue Lan Pavilion. Once he makes his plan to build momentum for the song public, Liu will be infamous for the rest of his life. Therefore, although he showed enough courtesy and virtuous corporal, recognized his godbrother, and asked her to explain Liu Tingge, in fact, he was just a means to win over and use Tang An, hoping that he could keep his mouth shut about the truth of "meeting friends with poetry".

As the contact deepened, she became more and more appreciative of Tang An. can be appreciated, but she has never been optimistic about the future of Tang An and Liu Tingge, because their identities are too different.

One is a fairy who is worshiped as a goddess by all the Tang people, and the other is a lowly subordinate, and the difference between cloud and mud makes the future of the two gray.

But this little-known little scholar has overturned his original judgment again and again.

Lushan Poet King, the big shopkeeper of Genting Shopping Center, and then the reception envoy of Daxue Mountain, is now directly sealed.

Feng Zhilan never thought that a person could have such an extraordinary experience, if Tang An was a sapling that she needed to look down at back then, then now, he has become a towering giant tree that she can't see the crown of the tree when she looks up.

Fortunately, Tang An is still the same Tang An. Entrusting the song to such a person, he is enough to feel at ease, unlike himself, who thinks he has met the right person, but he sees his heart wrong...

Feng Zhilan smiled miserably, then raised her head, like a proud phoenix, and said loudly: "Sisters, our emperor personally canonized Tang An, the Marquis of Zhenxi, is happy to return to Beijing?" ”

"Happy!" A group of women laughed and laughed in unison.

"Okay, tonight, let's wash the dust for the Hou Ye of the Tang Dynasty and our little sugar candy!"

The women cheered with emotion. It is a great honor to be able to sit at the same table with the Hou Ye of the current dynasty, not to mention that this Hou Ye also has an inextricable relationship with Feixue Yue Lan Pavilion.

Tang An seemed to notice Feng Zhilan's changes, and said in a low voice: "Sister, I can prepare a small gift for my sister, let's borrow a step to talk." ”

Feng Zhilan squinted, not knowing what medicine was sold in Tang An's gourd, but she still nodded: "Okay." ”

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Closing the door, Feng Zhilan no longer had the elegance and calmness in front of people, with a reluctant smile on her face, and said, "What's the matter with looking for my sister?" ”

With her eyes, she couldn't see that Tang An had something to say.

Tang Anxin struggled for a moment, but still took out the letter that Peng Yuanzheng asked him to bring back from his arms, and said, "When I came back from the Western Regions, I passed by Rongtian, and met Peng Yuanzheng there, and he asked me to bring this letter to you. ”

Feng Zhilan's expression was very calm, neither joy nor sadness, as if she had heard a name that had nothing to do with her.

This kind of performance proves that she has already talked with Peng Yuanzheng and knows the other party's thoughts.

People get angry, they get angry, they go crazy, at least they still care, but in fact, the most terrible thing is this kind of peace that borders on numbness.

The so-called mourning is nothing more than heart death, nothing more than that.

"Really?" Feng Zhilan's slightly trembling voice implied that his heart was not as calm as it seemed on the outside. As if she was afraid that Tang An would see something, she suddenly smiled and said, "Show it to me." ”

"I don't think so." Tang An smiled slightly, pointed the corner of the letter at the candle lit on the table, and after a while, a cluster of flames spread along the blackened envelope.

Tang An opened the window and threw out the envelope that had been burned into a fire, and a letter of farewell that was enough for people to read was reduced to ashes on the white snow.

After doing this, Tang An seemed to have done a trivial matter, and said to Feng Zhilan, who was slightly stunned: "Probably telling you to wear more clothes, drink more water, walk less at night, stay up late, it's not a big deal." ”

Feng Zhilan glanced at him gratefully and sighed, "You...... Got it all? ”

"I don't know anything else, I just know that he's a turtle bastard." Tang An scolded, and then smiled: "Don't worry, I punched him for you." ”

Hearing him say this, it is obvious that he already knows what happened.

The hypocritical smile on Feng Zhilan's face disappeared, and she said with a gloomy expression: "Actually, his choice is not wrong, I don't hate him." At the end of the day, I'm to blame for all of this. Hehe, how can a spy who has been dormant in the Tang Dynasty for ten years be worthy of the general who will be famous in the Western Regions in the future - or even sweep Liuhe? ”