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Because it was Bo Chen who offered to go to Jiang Yan to "ask" one or two. So. It's not good to follow the past.

He and Brother Qi were leaning on a white jade railing around the canal. Fixedly looking at the Huxin Pavilion, Bao Chen and Jiang Yan came and went, and I didn't know what they were talking about.

After a while. I watched the two of them slowly descend the kiosk. One after the other, they walked all the way through the thin bridge. Silk Qing hurriedly greeted him. He bowed his head to the eldest brother humbly. After hurriedly handing Jiang Yan an inquiring look.

Jiang Yan naturally understood what Bo Qing wanted to ask himself. But it's naturally not good to tell him more about this situation. He gave a look back to signal that he was at ease. Bao Qing didn't cling to anything anymore. Turning his eyes and staggering this divine light.

Bao Chen didn't seem to want others to see what he was looking for Jiang Yan for. He hooked his lips and smiled. Kaikou turned his words back: "This housekeeper is really a clear boy who knows music and knows music. This king is really envious that the fourth brother can have such a clear person as a housekeeper." Fu smiled heartily.

Bo Qing smiled back: "The people in the eldest brother's mansion are not all clear and exquisite. I was really joking with my brother." Compound jaw and head of the eyes.

Bao Chen sighed. Admittedly, the words of the spit are not just for modesty: "I didn't laugh with my fourth brother. Naturally, there is no one in the Han Palace's mansion who can compare to the fourth brother, the butler." There was no unusual tone. With such a scenario, it seems a bit inconsistent.

Bao Qing was stunned. A smile hangs on my lips, but I admittedly don't know how to reply.

On the side, Jiang Yan did not lose time to bow to Bo Chen. His demeanor and tone were all modest: "His Royal Highness the King of Han is lifted below. In the next is not a lot of piano and flute music. I don't have any big ambitions. It's made a few princes make fun of it." Turning his eyes to the silk again." Rajah. It's been out for so long. Our princess is in a hurry." The clouds are light, the wind is soft, and the breath is gentle.

Jiang Yan is secretly urging Bao Qing to leave quickly. A housekeeper took the initiative to urge the prince to leave. It's really a big butler's style and aura.

Seeing that the silk who was secretly thinking on the side couldn't help but laugh.

Although it is obvious that there is something tacit between Jiang Yan and Bo Chen. Bao Qing still went down the steps to say goodbye to Bao Chen.

He also took his leave.

The group all left the Han Palace. Bao Chen politely sent another way. Stop and stop not a few steps away from the gate.

The summer breeze is warm. Dryness with an invisible sense of fire burning. This feeling leads to an unwarranted fear of turmoil and oppression in my heart. Bo Chen stood alone with his hands in his hands. The deep gaze contains the deep precipitation. Silently watched the two roads of Boqing and Jiang Yan gradually drift apart, and finally disappeared on the long street, like the back of the weaving crowd. A state of mind suddenly hangs up. The gaze is slightly condensed. Thoughtfully.

The heat and scorching degree of the weather in the middle of summer are naturally beyond words. After returning home, Bao Qing was only depressed. I don't have a little bit of food to eat.

After he entered the East Wing. Tell the maid to make tea. Jiang Yan had been prepared as early as when he left the house. I know that the prince will be hot and dry when he returns. So he told the maidservant to put the watermelon in the well water and ice it in the morning. At this time, it was just taken out and cut to quench the thirst of the prince.

The handmaid was ordered to retreat. In the wing room, Bao Qing left Jiang Yan alone and motioned for him to sit down.

Jiang Yan also knew that the prince had endured all the way. When you get home, you're bound to ask yourself something. He sat down face to face at the signal of Boqing.

He was also thinking about what to write along the way. But in the end there is still nothing. Because he didn't want to have a day with Boqing, he also had so many cover-ups and calculations. There are a few things that can be done. But he couldn't tell Boqing. I also have no intention of telling Boqing.

"Jiang Yan." Bo Qing personally poured a cup of herbal tea and handed it to Jiang Yan. The first to break the awkward atmosphere of the sudden bump." Today in the palace of the king of Han. Big brother suddenly came to look for you. I told you something." Stop here for a moment. Hook the corners of your lips to make the atmosphere a little more relaxed." Still...... Why didn't you say it for so long? This king has seen from afar that you are still courteous to each other, and you are not in harmony." This atmosphere has not been alleviated much by the silk. On the contrary, it was even more embarrassing because of this cover-up.

Jiang Yanxin's river is as flat as a mirror. Attention smiled: "It's nothing more than something about the elegance of flute music. The prince can't see it yet." The words and words of the mouth are also very peaceful.

"That's all." Silk clear heart moved. obviously knew that Jiang Yan was perfunctory to himself. But I don't know how to ask directly.

What kind of character is the eldest brother Bo Chen. Even if I don't move around a lot in the past few days. Bao Qing still has a little bit of a clear. After all, they are brothers who are in the same spirit. Although the tacit understanding under the traction of blood is not as intimate and deep as that between Jiang Yan and Jiang Yan. But the relationship between him and Bo Chen is naturally many layers deeper than that between Jiang Yan and Bo Chen. He knew that Bao Chenzong had a good impression of the song. It's not to the point where I have the heart to write my own ancient songs. How can I talk about asking Jiang Yan for advice. Besides, I remembered Bao Chen's expression at that time, and the slight strangeness that flashed in those eyes and disappeared quickly. and through the water vapor, I saw the two of them in the pavilion in the middle of the lake with their faces full of lust. And it doesn't seem like there's anything going on. Asking the song and asking the flute is simply a cover-up. Silk Qing understood early in the morning.

Bao Chen was just after listening to Jiang Yan's flute sound. It seems that Wu has a kind of afterthought. In the meantime, the mystery must be hidden in the flute......

"Otherwise, what else could there be?" Jiang Yan asked with a smile.

Even if Jiang Yan knew that he couldn't bluff Boqing. I still don't reply like this.

At this moment, I don't know if the weather is too hot or the mood is too disordered. Bao Qing suppressed the suspicion of Jiang Yan for a whole time, those forbearance. Finally at this moment, there was an unrestrained explosion: "your flute music. The surname is Jiang. Are you a fool to be the king?" Thoughts arise together. And the sound was raised. Boqing's forehead also faintly rose with faint green tendons.

This temper tantrum came admittedly as quickly as a storm. Jiang Yan's heart was shaken. Fang Zhi turned out to be mild on the face. But I actually care so much in my heart. I've always been so forbearing.

At this time. Jiang Yan's heart is also like being soaked in a big dye vat with five flavors and miscellaneous flavors. He was almost suffocated and sunk in a series of emotions. Among them, there are slight shocks, some hidden, some depressed, some ashamed, and some slightly sad...... But there is no negativity.

"Lord Wang." And again. When the unbridled temperament of Boqing was almost vented, and gradually fell back to the cold restraint of the past. Jiang Yan finally spoke. His face and expression are still the same as before, and he has not changed. He slowly got up. Jiang Yan retired. Rest well, prince." Because the mind is too redundant. And the urgency is too much. On the contrary, Jiang Yan was so stuffy that he didn't know what to say next, and how to deal with Bo Qing. So he chose not to say anything. Silently retreated. When he finished speaking, he didn't wait for the silk to clear before he spoke. He raised his eyes to look at the still slightly undulating face. As soon as he turned around, he walked out of the door.

"Jiang Yan." Behind him, the robe rubbed against the corner of the table, and the sound of the silk suddenly got up. And an urgent call. Short and anxious. I can't tell if there is still a different kind of anger.

Jiang Yan stopped. Turned around and bowed his head to Boqing: "Is there anything else to do with the prince?"

Bo cleared his throat and moved. The light of his eyes fell on Jiang Yan's face, which he couldn't see in the slightest. Nothing was said . Only step by step away from the table and walked towards him: "This king is a little excited." Sigh." Don't be surprised." The tone is already mild and deep. But you can see that you are still trying to suppress something.

Jiang Yan didn't really blame Bo Qing. I feel guilty again. At this moment, I really can't bear Boqing's apology: "No." He didn't notice his head sinking in his eyes. The tone is also dull." That's where I go. But ...... "Raise your eyes again. But he became speechless and stopped.

Bao Qing opened his mouth. Tossing and turning for a long time, but I can't spit out a word. Fu shook his head and shook his head to calm his beard. Fang raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Yan. The tone became slightly softened in Shen Yu: "Is it related to your white jade ring?" My heart moves. I don't know how these two things are involved for a while. But with an instinctive sense that arises from the heart. Bao Qing asked so directly.

Jiang Yan was shocked again...... Over the years. He has been with Boqing for several years. With that instinct and tacit understanding in my heart. It's no wonder why Bo Qing would say such a thing to break the mystery.

Yes. Truly. The white jade ring is actually a token. And he was in the Han Palace's mansion today, and he played this "Nian Jiaonu" with his temperament. It was created by the one who gave her the token, and he learned it by hearing and seeing it.

If you know that the King of Han also knows this song. That Jiang Yan would never play as he pleases in the Han Palace. He only hated himself for being cautious again and again. Such a casual and uninhibited personality will always cause a little trouble for himself from time to time. I only hate myself for being so careless.

Even when King Han asked about this song. He prevaricated on the grounds that he had "misheard". But it can be seen that King Han also has a basic guess in his heart. He should have been more tactful. should pretend to be innocent and recognize this song as "Nian Jiaonu". and told King Han that this song was played by a friend of the rivers and lakes...... This is obviously more convincing than the phrase "I heard it wrong".

But in the midst of this red dust, there are many things. One ring and one ring are all arranged. What kind of time and place, what kind of people should I meet, and what kind of trouble should I bring...... There is no one that does not contain a horoscope. So. Those regrets after the fact seem to be unnecessary.

Jiang Yan raised his eyes. Little by little, he looked directly at Bo Qing's somewhat deep gaze: "Jiang Yan is still the same sentence." He didn't go straight to reply to Boqing's questions. But it seems to have acquiesced to such speculation. Silence." At all costs. Jiang Yan will not do anything to be sorry for the prince and sorry for the Rongjin Palace. Jiang Yan will only help the prince. I can only hope that the prince will get better and better." Then the rest . Know and don't know. Is it really that important?

Jiang Yan's temperament is clear and clear. It's not a day or two to get to know him. I also know that I can't ask why. Except that Jiang Yan himself wants to say. So. After smelling such a reply. There is no noticeable change on the silk surface. The cheeks are still twitched. Move. He sighed at the head of his jaw. brought out a thick and bitter mood: "But Jiang Yan ...... I just hope you are well. We're all good." If you're not good. No matter how good this king is...... Neither are really good.

A simple sentence rambling back. Not heavy. Even fluttering. And there are many truths hidden between the lines that are not spoken. Jiang Yan understood as always: "Don't worry." He took a few more steps to greet Boqing. Raise your hand and put it on your shoulder. Eyes are heavy." We're all going to be fine."

Jiang Yan's words are clear. It's always been inexplicably safe.

And his heart widened. Didn't say anything more. But in the blink of an eye, there was a long, deep sigh. Fu no longer cares about Jiang Yan. He walked out of the wing room and into the courtyard.

Leaving Jiang Yan and his heart heavy. For a long time, he stood silently in the local area. There is no sound, no feeling. After a while, a gust of wind ruffled the hair. The other side turned his head sideways. In the silent place, he sighed slowly. In the end shook his head. Silently walked out of the house. Quietly bring up the two carved doors.