In the palace of King Ling, An Ling was sitting on the pavilion among the orchids and playing the flute, and Luo Yan had heard the tune, but he couldn't remember what the tune was for a while.

An Ling had his back to Luo Yan, but he also knew that Luo Yan was back. Luo Yan waited until An Lingdu's song was finished before he spoke, "Shizi, my subordinates are back." The invitation was sent out, but it was just ......"

An Ling raised his eyebrows, "But what?" ”

"The eldest lady said that it is okay to accept the invitation, but you need to promise her a condition."

An Ling was determined to blossom in Doule, but on the surface he was still serious, "What are the conditions?" ”

Luo Yan walked up to An Lingjue and stretched out his sleeves, half-squatted next to the table, spread his wide sleeves on the table, and the painting on his sleeve appeared in front of An Lingdu.

"Miss Ye said that the prince will understand after reading this painting." After Luo Yan finished speaking, An Ling smiled decidedly, "This is what she painted with her own hands?" ”

"Yes."

An Lingjue's face that was still smiling just now instantly collapsed, "You go to patrol the night for twenty years." Luo Yan screamed in grief and wiped the tears on his face that didn't exist at all, "Shizi, why?" My subordinates are wronged, and Dou E's uncle is not wronged by me. ”

An Ling didn't even look back, and left with a wave of his wide sleeves...

Otherwise, how can we say that we are studious? Luo Yan's day was really hard, but he wanted to know more about what the painting meant, so he went to Luo Bing's room and wanted her to help him ask An Lingdu what the painting meant.

Luo Yan went to Luo Bingfang and found that she was not there, then went to the tower and found that she was not there, and finally found her in the kitchen.

At this time, Luo Bing was cooking a pot of porridge, and the fragrance of flowers was overflowing. Luo Yan walked over ruffianly and said to Luo Bing: "Dear Bing, you haven't seen you for a day, do you miss me?" Brother Yan misses you very much. ”

Luo Bing was stirring the porridge in the pot, and Luo Yan was standing opposite Luo Bing, his hands propped back on the stove to keep his body balanced.

Luo Yan deliberately leaned his body very close to Luo Bing, and put one hand on Luo Bing's waist. Luo Bing laughed angrily, "Hey, Yan, what are you going to do?"

"What? Of course it's to tease you! Say it, don't you think about me. Luo Bing glanced at Luo Yan and slapped his hand away without a trace, "Who would miss you, we haven't seen each other for an hour at most." Do you still want to taste the taste of steamed bun face? Or wash my clothes for another month? ”

Luo Yan said "sadly": "Bing, do you know how much pain you say about me? ”

Luo Bing looked at him, then at the porridge, smiled awkwardly, and finally couldn't bear to tell him, "Yan, that..... You're in the pot. ”

Luo Yan instantly withdrew his hand, wanting to reach into the cold water to relieve it. Unexpectedly, he reached into the soy sauce, and then a pig-like voice came out: "Ah!!!! ”

Then the kitchen ...... Chickens fly and dogs jump. Half a quarter of an hour later, Luo Yan was clumped by Luo Bing and kicked out.

Sou~~~~~!!!!!! Syllable................

Everyone must learn from Luo Yan's spirit of being dead and not afraid of death, and finally under his soft grinding and hard bubbles, Luo Bing had no choice but to help him ask Shizi what the painting meant.

Luo Bing walked to An Lingjue's bedroom door and knocked on the door.

When Dang Dang.

"Enter." Luo Bing walked into the inner room, "Shizi, this is a freshly boiled porridge, it's hot, drink it quickly." ”

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