"What can we talk about? I don't know him well. Luo Ji'er tilted her little head calmly: "He is different from Yan'er, I haven't seen him a few times since I was a child, but I was a little surprised to see me here." ”

"Hmph."

He had already checked this cliché.

Although he is a compatriot with Chen Yan, unlike Chen Yan, who was supported by the Luo family, he has not fought for anything since he was a child, has no rights, and has no troops in his hands.

The connection with his compatriot brother is not as good as that of any official in the DPRK and China.

It is precisely because of this that after Yanhua ascended the throne, he knew that such a person existed, and he did not care.

But—

"Is he really similar to that Chen Yan dog thing?" He raised his eyebrows and asked the girl in his arms.

"Compatriots, natural likeness." Luo Yu'er raised her eyes blankly: "What's the matter?" ”

"Nope." The emperor smiled in a low voice, pinched her little hand, deliberately looked at her, and opened his lips a little harshly: "Just thinking, how many possibilities do you say that the dog thing is disguised as a cliché?" ”

Luo Yu'er was stunned and looked at him blankly.

"What do you mean?"

"It means ......" Yanhua lowered his head, leaned into her ear, lazily bit her ear, and his voice sank suddenly: "Just in case, do I want to kill this Chen Yu directly?" ”

Originally, he didn't care about such a personal existence.

But after hearing the news that she saw that Chen Yu today, she was inexplicably restless.

When she thought of seeing his face, she thought of Chen Yan.

No matter whether that Chen Yu is related to Chen Yan or not, he wants to kill that man directly!

"You." Luo Yu'er twisted her little eyebrows: "How can there be such a thing!" Although Xiao Yu looks very similar to Yan'er, he has no connection with Yan'er...... In addition, you have never been involved in these struggles, and it is too unreasonable for you to kill him like this! ”

"Hmph, you're still protecting him?" The tyrant snorted softly, "Are you protecting him, or is it someone who also looks like that?" Well? ”

You can smell sour in the air.

Before Luo Yu'er stared at her and got angry, the man had already lowered his head, squeezed her little hand, and opened his mouth with a hum.

"It's not impossible to let that guy go."

“？” Luo Li'er pouted and looked at him.

"Promise Lao Tzu." The man half-narrowed his eyes and gave an unquestioning order: "In the future, don't see him again!" ”

"I didn't plan to see him again."

Luo Yu'er nodded her head obediently, and the tyrant was satisfied, smiled and pinched her little face, bowed her head and wanted to kiss her.

The girl's face was red and she immediately covered her mouth and twisted her little body to hide, but accidentally hit the wall next to her.

Smack-

A scroll hanging on the wall suddenly loosened.

Unfolded directly, instantly exposed in front of her.

The girl turned sideways blankly, but she was stunned-

The portrait shook off half of her face's disguise, revealing a bit of real astonishment.

"It's a dream I've had repeatedly." Behind him, the low voice of the man in his ear came out, "This is the woman in my dream, I can't ask for it, and I watch her leave again and again." ”

Looking at the painting, the girl paused, and on the scroll was a snow-capped mountain, and at the top of the snow-capped mountain, the red-clothed girl couldn't see her face clearly.

That's—she.

The man's muffled voice was still ringing.

"It's like an obsession, like a nightmare."

But that painting, but the pen sketches, you can see the slightest obsession of the painter, strong and powerful.

The painting, as if through the air, slowly wrapped her around her, making her breathless.

Unfamiliar emotions spread in the slightest.

But a kiss fell in his ear.

"Jealous?" She turned her head to one side, raised her eyes, and saw the man's handsome face lowered, and dropped a kiss on her ear, coaxing her vaguely: "Don't be jealous, although she is a dream person, I don't recognize her, I haven't seen her, and I don't remember who she is." ”

The man naturally tilted his head.

"Maybe it's my unmasked mother, who has long since died."