The Night Shadow Mission led by Lei Jue was very generous, and after Yan Yu took the gift list of the Night Shadow Mission, he hid the birthday gift he was going to give on Xuanhu's birthday.

The reason for this is that it is repeated.

At least in the eyes of the language, it seems to be repeated, and it has been repeated many times.

The congratulatory gift with the largest number of single categories in the Lei Decisive Mission's gift list is Ruyi, which is made of various rare and valuable materials, with a total of 1,400 pieces.

There is another category of congratulatory gifts in the gift list of the Lei Decisive Mission, which is second only to Ruyi, that is, pens, and pens of various materials, specifications, and uses add up to a total of 800 pieces.

It's embarrassing, the birthday gift prepared by Yanyu for Xuanhu is one of the above two categories, pen.

The barrel is made of green jade, which is not a precious jade species.

The pen is engraved with a miniature carving of the plum snow fox licking the calf, and the carving is not a top-notch and exquisite technique.

The whole barrel has been precipitated over the years, and the lacquer filled in the carved pattern has been carefully looked at, and there are very small mottled flaws.

The hair used in the tip of the pen is not very new, and everything that every household has is neither precious nor rare.

How can it be compared with Lei Du's 800 pieces of generous gold carved and jade pens and carefully selected superb pens?

A set of two green jade pens lay quietly in the same unremarkable sycamore wooden box, and was quietly placed in the bottom drawer of the Xuanhu bookcase. After putting it in, Yanyu's slender and snow-white fingers stroked the wooden box again, and then he helplessly lifted the corners of his lips and closed the drawer.

The birthday of the Xuancang Empress, from the civil and military officials to the common people, the whole country rejoiced.

Pei Ang of the Ministry of Rites adheres to the old customs of Xuancang, and on the day of the empress's birthday, she must go out of the palace to accept the people's kneeling congratulations, so as to continue the tradition of the Xuancang royal family and the people.

Yanyu knew that the people outside the palace were mixed, so he made arrangements in advance, and the empress suddenly became in danger when she was bowed down by the people, and Yanyu quickly resolved the crisis, and the empress turned the crisis into safety.

At the birthday banquet at night, Yan Yu still had palpitations, and he was distracted several times, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Lei Jue handing Xuanhu a delicate small box.

Inside was a small, cute golden cherry blossom brooch.

At the end of the banquet, Yan Yu hesitated and asked, and Xuanhu said that the brooch was made by Lei Nian.

Yan Yu's heart seems to be a little better, only a little.

Xuanhu said that the brooch should be put back in Xianyang Palace.

Yanyu's heart is a little better, just a little.

Xuanhu said that Lei Nian likes to eat cherry blossom cakes.

Yan Yu felt sad in his heart, more than a little, as if a little more than a little.

Xuanhu didn't mention cherry blossoms, and said that he wanted to plant peach blossoms himself, make peach blossom cakes, brew peach blossom wine, make peach blossom bookmarks and peach blossom powder.

She said she wanted to be a peach-flavored female emperor!

Yanyu's heart beat fast, and he immediately agreed with Xuanhu to wait for the peach blossoms to bloom!

The good and sad feelings in my heart just now drifted away with the night wind, because Yan Yu was the only one who saw him in Xuanhu's eyes.

Back in the Zhengqian Palace, Xuanhu was very tired, but after taking off his clothes, he still watched the twists and turns in the bookcase for a long time.

Yan Yu was reading a book absent-mindedly on the side, looking at Xuanhu from time to time, seeing her head little by little, this was sleepy, but the previous day's recital had not yet been approved, and she knew that she would not delay things for another day.

"Oops...... Xuanhu raised the pen in his hand and said, "Another fork." ”

A pair of small hands took one from the pen and was about to dip it in cinnabar red ink, Yan Yu sighed and quickly stepped forward to stop and said, "This one is not for Zhu Criticism." ”

Xuanhu yawned and said, "It doesn't matter, right? It's the same with red ink on any pen, right? ”

Yan Yu smiled and took the pen and said: "It's different, this one is very thin, and it is used to draw the line when painting Danqing." I'll get you a new pen, you get up and take two steps to drink tea, spirits. ”

Xuanhu really got up, and Yan Yu squatted down and opened the bottom drawer.

After thinking about it, Yan Yu took the golden wire wooden box next to the sycamore wooden box, but he was reluctant to close the drawer and looked at the sycamore wooden box.

"Brother Yan, aren't all pens in a golden wire wooden box? There's also a pen in that box next to it? Or ink? It's so long, and it's also a pen, right? ”

Before Yan Yu raised his head, Xuanhu covered his mouth and sneered, "Pens, pens, hahahaha, it's homophonic, it's evil, it's sinful, it's sinful, it's ......."

Occasionally, she would say something inexplicable, especially if she was unsteady or too tired. Yan Yu didn't want to lead her to say more and tired her, so he didn't ask, just closed the drawer and stood up, and put the newly taken pen on the table, next to Xuanhu's customary right hand.

A glass of water, moistened the pen, wiped it carefully, and then grinded some cinnabar ink, dipped the tip of the pen in red ink, and Xuanhu had already sat back in the chair.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the pen was handed to Xuanhu by Yanyu.

He is used to writing for her, and she is also used to reaching out, and she can find the hand handed by Yanyu without turning her gaze.

Yan Yu smiled lightly, this kind of habit and tacit understanding in details made Yan Yu's heart warm, and he said lightly: "Don't put pen to paper yet." ”

"Huh?" Xuanhu looked up at him.

A kiss, soft fall, Xuanhu spontaneously opened his teeth for him to reach in, when she sighed, Yan Yu only felt that he was teased by a pair of slender jade hands, retreated some of his face flushed, and reprimanded softly: "Where are you touching?" ”

In exchange for a cute reaction with her tongue sticking out, she lowered her head again to review the notebook.

She was only nineteen years old, and she was clearly still a young age, what had she experienced that made her so precocious?

But if it weren't for that, how could she sit on the throne of Xuancang?

The daughter of the emperor, who has experienced the pain of losing her country, has her ill-fated nature created her current temperament?

Every time I think about these questions, my heart aches.

took the book and sat back in the chair, Yan Yu glanced at Xuanhu again, and saw that she had no distractions, and the heartache just now hurt even more.

One didn't ask, the other didn't say, it wasn't that he didn't want to know about the past, he just didn't want to say it from her mouth.

It's hard enough, don't remember those bad things anymore, at least in the future, he won't let her be alone anymore.

"Ahh Zhong Yu Zhong Yu is Zhong Yu again! ”

With two brushstrokes and a red cross, Yan Yu asked lightly: "You can draw a cross directly, is it okay?" ”

Xuanhu said with a bitter face: "There is a problem! ”

Then he looked carefully at the handwriting that made her angry, and honestly made a few strokes in the blank space outside the red cross.

After approving this book, Xuanhu exhaled a long breath, ran to the bed and threw himself at his own son who was sleeping in the quilt, and after rubbing a few handfuls, his own son jumped to the ground impatiently and ran away.

"Let's go, go shower." The domain of words is close, and he pulls Xuanhu.

"Don't go! I don't wash it anymore! Forget it! ”

“…… Shall I carry you? ”

"Good!!"

“…… Hu'er, there's one thing I've been thinking about for two days and I'm not concluding, and I want to ask you. You...... You're writing to the fetus...... What do you think? ”

Xuanhu got up and hung on Yan Yu's body and said in a daze: "I don't have an opinion, I don't know, whose fetal hair is it?" If it's yours, I'm more interested. What's wrong? Xiaoying Ozawa's fetal hair pen is lost? ”

"No, no. That...... Your birthday gift, I'...... My Fetal Hair Pen......"

"Huh?" Xuanhu didn't seem to understand, but in the blink of an eye, he seemed to understand, and jumped out of Yanyu's arms and glared at him: "Where is it?" Where, where, where? Where is it? ”

"Ah...... At...... Drawer that sycamore box ......"

Before he finished speaking, Xuanhu had already run back, Yanyu followed back with a tangled face, only to see that Xuanhu had already opened the wooden box, took out the two green jade fetal hair pens, and sniffed the pens a few times.

"Wow! It's really the smell of Brother Yan! It smells so good! ”

Looking at Xuanhu's tired and excited appearance, Yanyu's ears were hot, and from a few steps away, I saw her sniffing and sniffing on the fetal hair, as if she was really sniffing on herself......

Unsurprisingly, some aspects of the Yan Domain were also excited with Xuanhu's actions.