"Hey, don't go, my master still has something to ask."

The attendant was dumbfounded, glanced at the master, and the corners of his mouth were bitter.

The young man's face was dull, and his eyes were dim.

"Master, if you are late, you deserve death."

Four secret guards came quickly and knelt in front of the young man.

The young man's eyebrows frowned: "Why are you the only ones?" ”

"Please atone for your sins."

The four secret guards were nervous: "The little master was injured yesterday and is still unconscious, and his subordinates dare not act rashly and do not bring people out." ”

The young man's right fist was clenched, and his eyes were dark and bottomless.

"Master."

The attendant stubbornly persuaded: "The little master is injured and can't go out of the palace to get together with the master, it's better to leave as soon as possible, the master's whereabouts have been exposed, in case it is really as the woman said, there is a worry about her life, and it will be too late to regret it." ”

"That's it."

The young man was silent for a moment, waved his hand, and sighed gloomily: "Go back." ”

"Yes."

The attendant quietly breathed a sigh of relief and escorted the young man out of Kyoto City.

*

Lan Wangfu, Lan Xin Yuan.

Ye Xiuyan promised to write music scores for Qin Zhilan, but after removing her makeup, she did not continue to stay in Xianle Fang, and returned to the palace with her eldest brother.

"Little junior sister, you are not righteous, and you don't call me when you go shopping."

As soon as the brother and sister entered the study, before they could sit down, they saw Xunlin rushing in like a resentful little daughter-in-law.

"Why are you still here?"

Ye Xiuyan's head hurts: "Didn't you let you go back to Fengqi Kingdom and paint a portrait of the eldest princess?" ”

"The portrait is not in a hurry."

Xun Lin waved his hand indifferently: "There is still more than half a month left on the birthday of the eldest princess, and it will not take ten days to take a carriage from Liujun to Liyang, and it will not be too late to leave in a few days." ”

"You're done."

Ye Xiuyan tapped his forehead with her fingers: "If you dare to disobey the order of the young man, you will die." ”

"Hehe, he doesn't know."

Xun Lin's eyes rolled, he took out a pile of drawing paper from the painting tube, and came over cheekily: "Little junior sister, this is a new work of senior brother, you give me some advice." ”

"What did you draw?"

Ye Xiuyan took the drawing paper, unfolded it, and her face darkened with just one glance.

"Why are you painting me?"

She angrily slapped the paper on Xunlin's face.

"Hey, hey."

Xun Lin didn't care about the resentment of the junior sister at all, licked his face and patted the fart: "Isn't this the little junior sister cute, if the eldest princess is half as cute as the junior sister, I won't keep dragging it and don't want to go back." ”

Ye Xiuyan shrewdly grasped the point: "The eldest princess is not cute? ”

Xun Lin smiled bitterly: "That little ancestor, who is spoiled lawlessly, throws a whip and whips people if he doesn't agree with each other, and the word cute has nothing to do with it at all." ”

"Okay, you dare to criticize the princess."

Ye Xiuyan gave him a compassionate look: "The servant book, the servant sword, they are all listening outside, let Shao Shao know that this time is really not far from death." ”

"Ugh."

Xun Lin shrunk his neck, pretending to be afraid.

"Brother Xun."

Ye Junlan looked funny and helped him out of the siege: "The portrait of my sister, can you let this king take a look." ”

"King Lan wants to see it, so he naturally sees it."

Xun Lin exaggeratedly wiped the cold sweat that did not exist on his forehead, and handed the painting to Ye Junlan with a smile.

Ye Junlan unfolded one by one and admired the paintings.

"King Lan, what do you think?"

Xun Lin licked his face and smiled: "If you have an opinion, just mention it, the good and the bad can be accepted in the future." ”

"Brother Xun deserves to be a well-known painter."

Ye Junlan was very face-saving: "These paintings are in good shape and are rare treasures." ”

(End of chapter)