Looking at Jun Yan's serious expression, Qiao Le was thoughtful.

It stands to reason that when hearing such words, normal people should ask "what's wrong" or show a very worried expression. However, Goose, Qiao Le is not a normal person.

She is a foreign monk, although she can't chant scriptures, but she can watch the plot.

So when Jun Yan was a little looking forward to it, it seemed that she wanted to be asked, but she restrained herself from speaking. Qiao Le spoke, but the words were ......

Qiao Le: "Remember, come back early." ”

Jun Yan: "??? ”

Looking at Qiao Le in front of him, Jun Yan's expression went from confusion to obscurity, and finally stepped into a deep surprise and obvious disbelief.

Even the frown that had been raised lightly to tease Qiao Le became calm.

As a humanoid monitor, a person who seemed to know everything, he couldn't read Qiao Le's heart.

A lot of times he thinks he understands, but sometimes he ......

He didn't know if he understood it or not.

Fortunately, his confusion fell into Qiao Le's eyes, so she raised her eyes in time and answered the question.

Qiao Le: "If you want to leave, remember to come back earlier." I'm waiting for you. ”

Her voice was soft, clear and unprecedentedly firm.

Isn't it enough to say that the King's Mansion has announced its retirement from the court, and even the most important military talisman for the Northern Expedition will be sent out?

With Qiao Le's understanding of this kind of thing, she naturally knew that Jun Yan's fate would not be so simple.

He is the male protagonist and the author's eldest son.

As long as this son grows up strongly, does not go crazy, does not go blind, does not reduce his intelligence, and does not pay attention, then he is the absolute ideal of the world, the center of the world.

So Qiao Le has reason to believe that Jun Yan still has a lot to do.

For example, if you go out to fight, such as going to the rivers and lakes, it is better to expand the world and win Kyushu......

In short, if you don't work hard, you must go back to inherit hundreds of millions of family properties, and even that joke, do you think you have a throne in your family that needs to be inherited?

Yes, the male protagonists really have.

It's not just the throne, the whole world has to be inherited by him.

Raising his hand and rubbing his eyebrows, Qiao Le felt that such a perfect Jun Yan must have a mine at home, a giant mine......

After all, I just listened to my father's memoirs yesterday, people's mother, cough cough, our mother, is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

And so on, that father must also be out of the world, one in a million.

So Jun Yan has been wandering here for so long, it's time to go......

Qiao Le's thoughts are extremely delicate, and the encyclopedia of the male protagonist's identity in his mind is even more straightforward.

Ran goose in Jun Yan's eyes, what is this? This is simply his own goblin and his own heart!

Jun Yan heard a sentence that made his heart clear, he used to think it was nonsense, but now, he believes it.

Not only does Le Er love me, but she also knows me very well.

Jun Yan: (✺ω✺)!

Qiao Le: "......"

Looking at Jun Yan's burning gaze, the corners of Qiao Le's mouth twitched.

I don't know if it's her delusion, she always feels that Jun Yan seems to understand, as if she understands something strange......

But she didn't know that what really moved Jun Yan was not that she understood that he was leaving, but that "I'm waiting for you".

Jun Yan has been looking forward to it for a long time, and he has been looking forward to the "I'm waiting for you" since the lotus banquet......

If a person loves you without hesitation, really understands you, and is willing to say "I'm waiting for you" to you.

So what reason do you have not to love her?

Jun Yan: "I'm back, and then what?" ”

The worry in her heart faded, Jun Yan supported the table with one hand, her chin naturally rested on her hand, and she turned her head to look at her.

He was laughing, smiling inexplicably, with a hazy aura.

It seemed that seeing Qiao Le's ignorant expression and the appearance that he couldn't find the north, he actually said again: "Then me, do you have any sweetness?" ”

Qiao Le: "??? ”

No......

Are you leaving, I'm waiting for you to come back, you're back, I still have to give you sweetness?

Shouldn't you give me some sweetness?

The corners of Qiao Le's mouth twitched, and the more he thought about it, the more he twitched.

She felt that her speechless expression was already obvious, but someone still looked at her with a smile, without the slightest intention of backing down.

Not only that, seeing that she didn't speak, Jun Yan actually played with the pen on the table by herself, and there were three words written on the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, "I'm waiting for you".

Sweetness?

What sweetness can there be in her?

Qiao Le thought like this, but when she thought of this, she immediately turned back, bah, I'm waiting for someone, and I shouldn't be sweet......

Firm in his mind, Qiao Le meditated three times and couldn't be blinded by beauty, and finally decided to match Jun Yan strongly.

But before the words of the line could be spoken, her eyes were attracted by the timeless and delicate verse on the white paper in front of her.

The words are drawn one by one, meticulously.

The edge is hidden, and some are just extremely meticulous, as if every word is described with extreme perfection and restraint.

It is not in the publicity of the words, but in the beauty of the verses.

"The peach is dying, scorching its flower, the son is home, and it is appropriate for his room to ......"

At King Qi's wedding banquet that day, as a bystander, she was forced by Jun Yan to recite this sentence.

"Qiao Le, how do you describe this scene of marriage?"

She remembered Jun Yan that day and asked her like this......

Jun Yan: "Le'er, my sweetness, have you thought about it?" ”

Putting down the pen in his hand, Jun Yan quietly pushed the sentence in front of Qiao Le.

In the eyes that looked at her, there was a clear and warm smile.

Qiao Le: "Do you know what this poem means?" ”

Qiao Le asked in a somewhat dry voice.

And such a dry voice was mixed with a thumping heartbeat that only she could hear.

There are some things that must be asked clearly, and there can be no mistakes.

Jun Yan: "I don't know, Le'er tell me?" ”

After taking a closer look at the verse, Jun Yan said with a sly expression.

He seems to understand, and he doesn't seem to understand.

Lowering his eyes, Qiao Le pretended to look at the poem seriously, and said carefully:

"Marriage, it is written about the marriage of a beautiful woman......"

Jun Yan: "Oh? ”

Qiao Le: "Hmm. ”

Looking sideways to the side, Qiao Le's "um" was inaudible.

Her meaning was simple, she hoped that Jun Yan would know what he was implying when he wrote this sentence.

Don't be so unclear, let her have a wrong understanding.

If that's the case, it's embarrassing......

"It turns out that it's a beauty who got married." Just when Qiao Le was embarrassed, Jun Yan spoke thoughtfully. And when he opened his mouth, Qiao Le was even more embarrassed.

Feelings, you really don't know?

"I am naturally willing to taste the sweetness of a beauty's marriage, but I am afraid of you and am not willing to give it."

Jun Yan said jokingly.

The tone was not serious, but it was not casual. In the banter, there is a restrained expectation.

And this restraint is reflected in his hands that repeatedly play with the brush and have nowhere to put it.

And at the end of restraint, I can't bear to be anxious.

Jun Yan: "Le'er, let's get married, okay?" ”