"The hibiscus flowers in the yard are blooming, do you want to go and see them?" He said that it was a warm invitation, and the spirit of Assan-san was closed in the hibiscus chandelier for three years, more than 1,000 days and nights in three years, making her go from hating to falling in love with hibiscus, which was a fatal change.

She hadn't been out for a long time, and she suddenly became afraid, afraid that she would be too weak and sick to accompany him to watch the hibiscus flowers in the courtyard.

"Don't go out now, you're short of energy, you recharge your energy first, and after a while, this king will come again." He said reassuringly, and Qiansang nodded, knowing that he was a man of his word, and nodded, expressing his surprise.

"Lord Wang, there is a letter."

There was a pigeon whistle outside, and the short sound disappeared in the air, and a white pigeon old horse had landed on Mingmei's wrist like a way, and Mingmei took out the letter and gave it to Emperor Yan.

"Okay, this king has something to do first, you take a little rest and rest, don't think nonsense." Yan Difeng said while leaving in a hurry, recently, Dijing has said something, how does she know.

Seeing that Emperor Yan had been sealed, the iris was still stunned, but Qiansang smiled.

"Niangniang, what did you dream about, the slave heard a lot of inexplicable words from your mouth, and there are many names that the slave maid had never heard of before, and your dream is like a comic book." Iris smiled and looked at the light mulberry.

"Comic strips?" Asa-sang pursed his lips lightly.

"That's not a comic strip, that's my lifeline." Qiansang sighed lowly, a touch of sadness appeared on his face, and when he saw this, he smiled and said: "Anyway, you are better now, better than anything else, and the previous things, whether it is reality or your memory, should be written off, so is it okay." ”

"You want to tell Concubine Ben that in the future, it's good to travel lightly, right?"

"Niangniang, you are very wise, the slave doesn't speak, you all regard the slave as a crystal heart and glass person." Iris smiled softly at Asano Sang.

The two of them still have to gossip, and Wen Ziyu has already come outside.

"Niangniang, I know that you have just recovered from a serious illness, and he is also here, let him in?" Iris smiled and looked at Asano-san.

Qiansang understands that Wen Ziyu is worried about herself, and she also knows that in this flashy world, how many new and old rains can you really talk about? Wen Ziyu is one of them, Qiansang nodded, Wen Ziyu has already come.

When he arrived in the room, the smile on the corner of his mouth bloomed like Yubhara, and Asano-sang had a faint bewilderment in the face of Wen Ziyu.

"Hello, it's good, I come to see you every day, and I don't know how many times I prayed a million times." Wen Ziyu said as she stretched out her hand and made a gesture of clasping her hands.

"Ahem, it's much better."

"Here's for you." Wen Ziyu said as he took his talisman off his neck and gave it to Qiansang, who saw this and immediately declined.

"Obedient, this works." Wen Ziyu said with a superstitious color, Qiansang was not easy to refuse, held the amulet, and asked Wen Ziyu where he came from, Wen Ziyu said, from the imperial capital. When Qiansang heard the word Dijing, he was sad again.

She promised Fairy Si Yu, and she came here with a sense of mission, if she hadn't caused a big mess here five years ago, why would she still play the person in front of her three years later? Asakus-san, light-san! Asakus-san! Yinmo! Yinmo! Yinmo!

Qiansang was confused, and Wen Ziyu next to him seemed to see the clue, and said with a smile: "The flowers outside are all blooming." ”

"Hmm." But no, it's already spring in March, and the light mulberry has just been sick or the cold winter, and now the flowers and flowers outside are blooming one by one, in fact, she wants to go out to see.

But the physical strength is exhausted.

"I want to show you around."

"No, no." Asa-san timidly closed his eyes.

"Okay, there's time in the future, have you eaten?" Wen Ziyu looked at Qiansang, in fact, he had already eaten it just now, but he ate relatively little.

"What about you?" Qiansang asked Wen Ziyu, Wen Ziyu smiled, "I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, I've been chatting with the emperor this morning, I've been hungry for a long time, but I haven't eaten yet." ”

"I'm here too, let Iris prepare." Iris went immediately, and after a while, a lot of dishes had been prepared, and Wen Ziyu was one of the few people who chewed in front of Qiansang.

Under normal circumstances, men are very gentle when they eat in front of girls, but Wen Ziyu is different, his eating action seems to remind people of gluttonous things, Wen Ziyu picked up the vegetables and gave them to Assan-san while eating.

What about her, where can she eat so much, she is not a big stomach.

"Eat, what do you see me doing?" Wen Ziyu looked at Qiansang with a smile.

"I've already eaten."

"I haven't seen you eat it, you've already eaten it."

"I don't eat much." Qiansang said, Wen Ziyu realized later, it turned out that this was the first time he had lunch with Qiansang, but he regretted it, "Look at my raunchy appearance, why don't you remind me?" ”

"What's wrong with this, if I weren't a woman, I'd eat like you."

"That's rude, isn't it?" He looked at Asa-san, and Asa-san smiled funny. "Men are different from women, what is rude or not is a kind of character."

The two chatted casually, and agreed to come back before noon tomorrow, and Wen Ziyu went.

As for Emperor Yan, he went to a water pavilion with Emperor Yan, and the two of them went to a water pavilion, where it was quiet, and Emperor Yan gave a note entrained by the pigeon to Emperor Yan, and after Emperor Yan Feng browsed, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, without saying a word.

"Lord Wang, what does the outside intelligence say?"

"What a good Yan Xuanfeng, now he is ready to cross the river and tear down the bridge," he sighed, but his eyes were shining, "It's okay, this king will have a showdown with him sooner or later, this king wants to see what tricks he has to play, and this king will accompany him to the end." ”

"She's cured, they've been close to each other before, Lord Wang, according to the will of his subordinates......" Mingmei looked like she was gritting her teeth.

After all, killing Assan-san and replacing her with herself is the thing to do, she cares about the affairs of her family and country, but it is more related to her own affairs.

"You're confused again!" Emperor Yan scolded him, and he wanted to refute it, but he still obediently lowered his eyes and looked at his toes.

"Okay, you guys split up, stare at Yan Xuanfeng a little more, don't be caught off guard when the time comes." He said, waving his hand impatiently.

"You're tempted." Before leaving, drop such a sentence.

Why not be tempted, why not be emotional? People are not plants and trees, not to mention that Assan-san is such a fascinating woman, he looked at the charm, but his imagination fluttered.

This day seems to pass quickly, and it passed in a flash.

In the evening, Emperor Yan sealed the side of Qiansang, who slept a lot shallower because of his long-term illness, and the whole person was stunned and weak. He wanted to condense some spiritual power to get better, but he couldn't do it, and he always felt like he was about to succeed, but his spiritual power disappeared without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea.

This didn't exist before, she understood that only a person's physical strength was exhausted to be so unable to condense spiritual power, Assan-san had just woken up from the dream, and when she looked up, the moon was as bright as day outside, which indicated that tomorrow would be another sunny day.

And the bright moonlight, which was so romantic, passed through the curtains and fell into the house.

Outside, the wind blew the bamboo leaves, and the bamboo leaves rustled, and there was the sound of footsteps, from the dense rustle, which fell on the floor, and the sound of iris ears was immediately heard.

"It's the prince, the prince is blessed with Jin'an."

"It's late at night, is she already resting?" It was Yan Difeng's voice, hoarse, tired, with a little softness.