"Yan Yunting, you went to the palace to see the emperor, why do you still have to take a bath?"

"Uh...... I'm afraid of carrying germs! I'm not coming back tonight...... Oh, by the way, if there is a knock at the door tomorrow morning, you can welcome him into the house and wait, and I will go home in the morning. ”

"Got it, got it."

……

Now, Yan Yunting enters and exits the heavily guarded palace, as if he is in a no-man's land.

Those little palace maids in the harem, he can name each of them.

In the corridor, a little palace maid was holding a ladder to hold the lamp, she was obviously not tall, and she had to stand on tiptoe to barely reach it with a ladder.

Seeing this, Yan Yunting jumped lightly and hung the lantern for Xiaogong's daughter.

"Huh? It's Yan Daxia, I haven't seen you for a long time, and Your Majesty has summoned you to discuss late at night? ”

"Uh...... Yes, isn't Your Majesty sick, I'll show her...... Are you?"

"I'm Xiaozhi, I was too thin when I entered the palace, the head of the guard didn't want me, you asked her to keep me, don't you remember?"

"Yo! Twigs? I haven't seen you for a year, and I've grown so big. Yan Yunting glanced at Xiao Gong's daughter's swollen chest, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart, it is really the eighteenth change of the female university!

"Yan Daxia is so annoying, I want to report to the queen!"

The palace daughter ran away in shame.

"It's grown up, is it wrong?" Yan Yunting muttered, and came to the front of the dormitory with a familiar car.

The two palace maids guarding the door saw Yan Yunting, as if they had been looking forward to it for a long time, and shouted at the top of their voices: "Niangniang, that Yan Daxia who learned to bark a dog is here, hehehe......"

Yan Yunting's eyebrows raised to the sky: "What is it?" No big, no small! ”

Xiaogong's daughter pouted and couldn't help laughing: "It was the mother who taught us to shout like this." ”

"The upper beam is not right, the lower beam is crooked!" Yan Yunting rolled his eyes, and as soon as he pushed the door and walked into the dormitory, he heard someone moaning:

"I'm going to die, I'm going to be ......"

Konomiya's daughter brought the door up with interest.

Qing Yan sat at the table, with a stitch piercing the embroidered handkerchief.

Yan Yunting rolled the bead curtain into the inner room, glanced at Li Yu who was covered with a quilt, and asked Qingyan: "What's wrong with her?" ”

Qing Yan sneered lightly: "What else, hair. It's a shame. ”

"You have a fever and you still cover up the quilt so much?" Yan Yunting sat down on the edge of the bed, lifted the quilt like that, good guy, no hexagrams, no hair, bare, red, like eating chili peppers, straight spicy eyes!

"Cure me!"

Li Yu's eyes breathed fire, and he dragged Yan Yunting onto the dragon bed and phoenix couch.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak......"

"Squeak! Creak! Squeak......"

"Crunch squeak squeak......"

"Squeak!"

Strange to say, after a while, her illness was completely cured, and her skin returned to white jade.

"Yun Ting, I mistakenly believed those dead eunuchs, I have ordered them all to be executed, don't be angry, okay?" Li Yu lay on Yan Yunting's chest, holding his cheeks with both hands, "I've never had any ambiguity with them, if you don't believe it, you can ask the queen." ”

Qing Yan sharpened her hair bun with a needle and continued to embroider: "I told you a long time ago that those eunuchs are not a good thing, you have to listen to them pat on the back, who is to blame?" ”

Yan Yunting said seriously: "In short, you have to pay attention in the future, Long Yingtian has planted eyeliner in the court, this time it is a eunuch, and next time it may be a killer." ”

"Yes."

"Also, you have to make a note about Yuwen Changqing's establishment of the Central Council—"

"Stop!" Li Yu pinched Yan Yunting's mouth, his eyes were like silk, and his eyes were rippling: "It's not easy to come here, tonight, it's okay to only concentrate on treatment and not talk about political affairs?"

Yan Yunting sighed: "If you are really impetuous, learn from the queen, embroider and meditate, and cultivate sentiment." ”

"She?" Li Yu glanced at Qingyan and snorted lightly: "She does have sentiments, and she is temperamental, and she can only pretend to be reserved in front of you." ”

Qing Yan glared back: "Li Yu, don't take me with you if you complain yourself-"

"The stools are all wet, what are you pretending to be, why don't you come up quickly?" Li Yu patted the bed and hooked his fingers.

Qing Yan blushed instantly, and her legs couldn't help but come together a little.

Yan Yunting squeezed his eyebrows and smiled: "Yin and yang are really not a trivial disease. ”

"Do you hear that? Don't hurry up, or I'll get out of bed and drag you on the stool, and see if you're ashamed—"

"Smack!"

Qing Yan slapped the embroidery on the table, and extinguished the candle flame with a flick of his fingers, like a wolf and a tiger, and flew over.

……

Early the next morning, Yan Yunting cautiously turned over and got out of bed, gently put on his clothes, and sneaked out of the palace.

When I returned to Yanfu, it was already dawn.

"Boom......, boom, boom," a cleaning sound came from the house.

As soon as Yan Yunting entered the door, he found a young man in a Confucian robe, holding a broom, carefully sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground.

"Ahem......" Yan Yunting coughed lightly twice.

The man in the Confucian robe raised his head, it was a handsome and immature face, he stepped forward happily, and made a gentleman's salute: "Excuse me, is it Yan Yunting, Yan Daxia?"

Yan Yunting raised his eyebrows, this kind of outfit, this posture, at first glance, he was born in Confucianism, "You are Yang Song, the assassin of Xuzhou?"

The man in the Confucian robe nodded and smiled: "It's exactly below." ”

"Yan Yunting, are you back?"

Hu Yiyi walked over with a smile, she still had a girdle around her waist and flour on her hands.

Yan Yunting asked softly: "Didn't I specifically order it last night?" If Lord Yang visits and wants to entertain us, how can you ask him to clean the courtyard for us?"

Hu Yiyi pouted, and couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved, "I didn't force him, he wanted to sweep it himself!" ”

Yan Yunting sighed: "You are too ignorant. ”

"Humph!"

"Yan Daxia misunderstood Mrs., it was indeed Yang who took the initiative to hold the broom," Yang Song hurriedly explained: "There is a book that says: If one room is not cured, why should the world and the country be?" Even if I see dirt on the street, I'll help clean it up, hehehe......"

"But where is there a reason to let the guests work, Lord Yang should not bother Yan."

"Where, no, no, Yan Daxia is serious, but with a gesture, I can't give up halfway, this is the last rest, I have to sweep it clean."

After speaking, Yang Song ignored Yan Yunting's face and continued to bow his head and sweep the floor, without any sense of disobedience.

Yuwen Changqing once said that he, a fellow student, has too good a heart. But how does Yan Yunting think that this person has some tendons?

These people like to make something out of nothing and make a big fuss.

"Look? There are so many weirdos in this world. Hu Yiyi shrugged helplessly.

Yan Yunting suddenly felt that the wise and foolish scholar in front of him was more suitable than anyone else to go to Xuzhou.

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