Teahouse.

A gentle man in a dark blue costume sat at the table by the window, low-key and restrained, quietly sipping this fine Longjing tea.

When the passers-by saw him, they were all amazed by his handsome and jade-like face, and they all sighed for him.

Because the man was in a wheelchair.

He was pale, coughed lightly from time to time, and was clearly not in good health.

Some people in Kyoto who have a little insight can guess that this should be the second young master of the Prime Minister's Mansion, that is, the second brother of Yan Tao.

A frail but knowledgeable nobleman.

Xiao Yan.

He lowered his eyes and took a sip of tea, then raised his hand slightly.

A gray dove flew down from the sky, its paws resting firmly on his slender fingers.

Xiao Yan untied the small bamboo tube tied to the pigeon's leg and pulled out a piece of red paper from it.

After reading it, he smiled, his eyes were full of tenderness, like a spring breeze, which made people feel the slightest malice.

"I bought murder, and I bought it on my Jiaojiao." Xiao Yan stretched out his hand to tease the pigeon's jaw, and said lightly: "Little Ash, are you ridiculous?" ”

The messenger pigeons of the Drizzle Pavilion are collectively called Little Gray here in Xiao Yan.

He narrowed his phoenix eyes.

"Since the other party said that it is okay to open as high a price...... Then I will take his two arms as a warning. ”

The corners of Xiao Yan's lips were slightly hooked, Jun still had a gentle smile on his face, turned the red paper over, dipped his fingers in water, and wrote gently.

When he had finished writing, he stuffed the red paper back into a small bamboo tube and tied it to the leg of the gray pigeon.

"Ash, go ahead."

The pigeon flapped its wings and flew lightly into the sky.

After Xiao Yan finished dealing with the matter, he did not leave immediately, but continued to sit and drink tea.

Until a group of soldiers passed under the teahouse, the people dodged on both sides in the noise.

The lavishly decorated royal carriage was sandwiched in the middle of the queue and slowly advanced.

Xiao Yan looked at the carriage, the tenderness in his eyes deepened a little, picked up the guqin at hand, and began to play.

"It's the sound of my second brother's piano!"

Yan Tao suddenly lifted the carriage curtain, revealing a flamboyant and charming smile, and looked at the second floor of the teahouse.

Xiao Yan sat there.

He nodded at Yan Tao, who was desperately waving.

Until the carriage was already far away, Xiao Yan was still a little trance-like.

Just now, the sunlight in the sky seemed to be fixed on that smiling face, and in an instant, everything in his eyes was discolored, except for her face, which was alive.

Xiao Yan stopped playing the piano, hooked his fingers on the strings, and didn't let go for a long time.

It took most of the hour.

The procession went out of the city gates.

Chu Fenghan bent down slightly, "Hey, that was your second brother just now?" ”

Suddenly.

The curtain of the carriage slowly rose.

revealed Yan Tao's deep little face.

"Please call me mother, don't call me feed."

A prodigal son like Chu Fenghan who has no concept of hierarchy and inferiority, Yan Tao is going to swing the sledgehammer of feudal etiquette against him.

Chu Fenghan blinked his starry eyes, "It's still pretended." ”

"Of course."

Yan Tao is arrogant.

Chu Fenghan lengthened his tone and said leisurely: "If I turn around and leave now, do you guess how many assassins will come to take your dog's life when the next post house comes?" ”

Yan Tao immediately kowtowed, "I was wrong, don't go!" ”

"Call my brother."

"Daddy!"

“……”

Chu Fenghan always felt that something was wrong.

Forget it, though.

The journey is long, but he can still enjoy it slowly.

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Chongchang Pass.

The elite soldiers led by Mo Shiyuan were stationed in a nearby town.

The messenger walked briskly into the camp.

"Your Highness, this is the emperor's reply to you!"

Mo Shiyuan took it with an 'um' sound.

He held the letter in his hand, was silent for a moment, and then raised his eyes to look at the messenger: "In addition to this one, is there any other letter?" ”