"Gone?"

Wei Huan was disappointed, "This one has no conscience, I've been looking forward to her for several years!" When I came to Huajing, I didn't even want to see me! ”

Peony shook her head, but she had a huge curiosity about Su Yan in her heart.

……

Night falls as the lights come on.

National Teacher's House.

It was late at night, and the door of the study suddenly opened, and a group of low-key officials walked out of it.

If you are a person who is camping in the imperial court, you can naturally recognize it at a glance, these people are all officials who hold important positions in the imperial court, but they are very low-key and inconspicuous.

At this time, they hung their heads one by one, quickly left the study, dispersed, and left in a carriage.

"Master, it's time to rest." The attendant said respectfully.

"You go down first."

The candle flame flickered, reflecting the man's slender figure on the wall, and the room was filled with a warm yellow halo. Compared with the ice and snow outside the window, it is like two worlds.

In front of the man hangs a painting of a woman with a beautiful face and a gentle smile on a horse. The paper is yellowed, and the edges have been rolled up by friction, which shows that this painting is the owner's beloved object.

"Yes."

The squire nodded and sighed. Ever since he started following the man, the painting has existed, and sometimes, when the master can't sleep, he will look at the painting and look at it all night.

When they saw it in their eyes, they were naturally worried about his body.

"Where are you now," the man slowly stretched out his hand, his slender fingers gently falling on the woman's face, "I miss you so much......"

Sometimes, he really wanted to go out of his way, forget all the hatred, and go back to her.

But when he sent someone back, he found that she was no longer in Luoshui.

"I really want to ......"

The thought of stinging even my breath made it difficult to sleep all night.

As long as he closes his eyes, he sees that she is wearing a red wedding dress, but the groom is not his picture.

"Tsk-"

Suddenly, a woman's chuckle sounded in the room, ethereal, as if hallucinating.

"Who?"

As soon as the man's eyes were cold, he was about to turn back, and suddenly felt that it was dark in front of him. There were two small soft hands that gently covered his eyes.

The soft and warm body pressed against his back.

"So my little boy still remembers me? Then guess who I am? Well? ”

Su Yan smiled, his head resting on his shoulder.

When I saw him for the first time yesterday, Su Yan wanted to do this. Has the original Qingjun boy grown up so strong?

"Sue—"

Wen Yanqing's breathing stagnated, and her heart kept hitting her chest rapidly.

He licked his dry lips, his voice hoarse and trembling slightly, "Yes, is that you?" ”

The familiar scent of medicine, like a soul hook, can instantly suck his soul away, making him willing to become her captive.

"Guess?"

Su Yan chuckled, tore off his hairband with his backhand, covered his eyes, and tied it to the back of his head.

Wen Yanqing's breathing gradually became short, he was a little anxious, and he didn't have the posture of being strategizing and calm on the execution ground yesterday.

There are faint wet water stains, soaking the hair bands.

He raised his hand and wanted to pull, "I want to see you, can you let me see you?" Su Yan—"

He was a little anxious and began to call her name.

Angry and ruined, with a strong sense of grievance.

Su Yan smiled on his shoulder, his eyes crooked with a smile, "My little son, I haven't seen him for three years, and his temper seems to be much worse." ”

"I don't have ......"