Yang Qicheng returned to the living room after cutting Li Yi's long hair, and found that Yan Fangxiang was no longer there, and he should have gone to the embroidery room after measuring his head circumference.

Yang Qicheng hurriedly knelt down to make amends: "Long live the Lord spares his life, he was born in the countryside, he doesn't understand the rules, and he has no ...... to the saint."

Dare to say that Long Live Lord is Yang Qicheng's brother in life and death, and the lady really dares to say that Yang Qicheng was so frightened that he couldn't pee his pants at that time.

Fortunately, Emperor Qi not only didn't get angry when he heard it, but felt quite fresh.

Although I am not angry, I should ask for the crime that should be asked, otherwise I will think that my subordinates are not responsible.

Emperor Qi looked Yang Qicheng up and down, until he looked at Yang Qicheng a little hairy, and then he spoke: "What do the people say? It's called Lai Han to marry Huazhi, you, you're so rough that you married such a good lady with such a clever mind......"

Yang Qicheng's answer is yes and no, and his answer is not and is not right.

Emperor Qi gave him a reassuring pill: "You have made a meritorious contribution to rescuing the driver in the fire this time, and your lady has helped me weave my hair to cover my shame, and I will reward both of you and your husband." I have promised you a lady's ink treasure, as for you, let me think about it again......"

Yang Qicheng hurriedly knelt down to thank him, but he couldn't help but complain in his heart, Long live Lord, Long live Lord, what is your Mobao, don't you have a little count in your heart? The words on the excerpt are sometimes not guessed, and the scholars of Wenyuan Pavilion have to hold a meeting to guess the riddle; The painted eagle was guessed to be a pheasant......

Fortunately, he remembered that he was saved from the fire, and he was one step closer to making a comeback......

Emperor Qi stood up and walked to the door, and the guards came to greet him with a canopy.

A hint of cunning flashed in Emperor Qi's eyes, and he said to Yang Qicheng: "I have thought of how to reward you, and I will allow you to be my close attendant in the future, and accompany you to protect ......"

Yang Qicheng's eyes lit up, close attendant, it must be the Flying Dragon Guard, and the combat effectiveness is stronger than the overall Dark Guard......

The smile in Yang Qicheng's eyes did not reach the bottom of his eyes, and Emperor Qi had already told Li Yi: "Yang Guards are loyal and brave, and the close attendants are by my side, I am absolutely assured." Starting tomorrow, I will travel outside the palace, and all of them will be guarded by Yang...... Lifting the canopy ......"

Lift the canopy? Isn't it just an umbrella for the emperor?

Yang Qicheng was dumbfounded, he risked so much life and death, and succeeded, from a pawn who held a ceremonial tent to a pawn who lifted a canopy, and he was indeed a "close attendant", and he was "closer" dozens of steps away from Emperor Qi.

Emperor Qi left, and the gloating smile before Li Yi turned around was brighter than his own daughter-in-law.

Yang Qicheng came to the embroidery room with a bowed head, Yan Fangxiang immediately nervously took Yang Qicheng's hand: "Xianggong, the saint is gone, he doesn't know that I know he is the saint, right?" ”

Yang Qicheng was taken aback: "You know? ”

Yan Fangxiang said exaggeratedly: "Good guy, followed by a man with a heavy yin spirit, hundreds of brocade guards guarding outside the courtyard, and a big umbrella with a cow baking, this battle, I almost didn't write the words 'I am the emperor' on the door of my head." But you said it clearly, which means that he didn't want me to know who he was, so I had to pretend that I didn't know, and I didn't have to kneel. ”

Yan Fangxiang wiped the sweat on her forehead, and said with palpitations: "Xianggong, my palms were sweaty at the time, for fear that the Lord Long Live would feel that I was nervous, so I deliberately laid a layer of handkerchief." I felt like I wasn't touching a human head, but a tiger's buttocks. ”

Yang Qicheng was amused by Yan Fangxiang's success, and laughed at himself: "You still know the result of touching the tiger's buttocks, touching the head of the Long Live Lord, but the gentleman's heart is unpredictable." ”

He obviously saved Emperor Qi's life, and asked his wife to help him weave his hair, so he would be promoted to a hundred households.

As a result, it did not rise at all.

said that the saint was angry, and he was obviously very happy, and he also authorized the lady's side of Mobao.

Although Long Live Lord loves graffiti and gives it away, and his painting skills are not satisfactory, but he can't stand that people are emperors, and someone has to say incense if he farts, right?

Yan Fangxiang didn't know that Yang Qicheng had received a special "reward", and her little face was extremely excited: "Xianggong, I discovered a wonderful thing, when weaving cloth, you can cut the weft thread and change the color to weave a beautiful pattern. ”

In Lin'an County, Zhen Niang was frightened and broke off several times, when Yan Fangxiang vaguely slid through this thought, but it did not go deeper;

This weaving building disconnection incident is equivalent to an introduction, allowing Yan Fangxiang to pick up this idea again.

As for success or failure, when you finish weaving your bun, you can enter the research stage.

For the first work, Yan Fangxiang thought of the painting that Long Live Lord appreciated, and with it in hand, he would definitely come out on top.

At night, Yan Fangxiang, who was weaving her hair with a lamp, was carried back to the bedroom by Yang Qicheng like a chicken, and comforted Yan Fangxiang and said: "Lady, don't push yourself too much, Your Majesty will weave it out in the morning." ”

Yan Fangxiang said worriedly: "Long live the master's work, the sooner you complete it, the more confident you will be." ”

Yang Qicheng shook his finger: "The sooner you finish it, the more you have the bottom in your heart, but Long Live Lord has no bottom in his heart, he doesn't know that you pick up the lamp and weave at night, either he thinks that it is easy to weave hair, or he thinks that you are not fine." It's better to slow down a little and send it over at a certain time. ”

Yan Fangxiang knew that Yang Qicheng was afraid that she would hate work in her heart, so she didn't have to boil it lightly or heavily, so she forced Yan Fangxiang to rest for one night and couldn't rotate continuously.

Yan Fangxiang reluctantly gave up struggling: "Okay, I'm not going back to the embroidery room, can you let me go?" ”

The husband and wife lay down to sleep.

was sleeping hazy, and Yan Fangxiang's sour voice came from Yang Qicheng's ears: "Those strong guys, have you looked carefully?" Which is better......"

Yan Fangxiang woke up instantly, her face turned red, and she quibbled: "Xianggong, what are you talking about?" I really didn't see anything at the time......"

Yang Qicheng tasted: "Didn't you see why your face was red at that time?" Didn't you see why you were hiding behind me? Didn't you wake up so quickly? Eighteen years old, it's good to be young...... The body is strong, the hair is black, and the spirit is full...... I'm four years older than others, and I can't compare with others, and my lady doesn't even bother to look at me......"

This strong vinegar smell is sour for 800 miles.

I know that catching myself back is not just a simple catch-up sleep.

Yan Fangxiang simply replied angrily: "Yes, I should have gone up and selected it myself at that time, without using your hands...... Tut-tut, eighteen years old, is the year of dancing elephants, full of strength, hair is black and straight, much better than the inch of some 'old people'...... It's good anywhere......."

Yang Qicheng turned over in anger, so that Yan Fangxiang had nowhere to hide, and snorted angrily: "I'll let you see now, whether I can still dance an elephant or not, whether I have an inch ......."

An exclamation died down in an instant, and in its place, there was ambiguity and wandering in a room.

Note: The year of the dancing elephant refers to a man between the ages of fifteen and twenty in ancient times, who has great strength and energy, and can go to the battlefield.