"You really rest assured of me, aren't you afraid that I will run away with your property?"

Heran weighed the key.

The man wrinkled his eyebrows: "Property? ”

"Uh...... It's all your possessions. ”

Silent Yao lowered his eyes and looked at the woman lying in his arms, and asked extremely seriously: "What else do I have besides you?" As long as you don't leave, I think I'm a rich country. ”

He Lan looked at him from below, the key in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and suddenly hugged his neck and rubbed it affectionately.

"Thank you."

The man was numb, his eyes were deep, he picked her up and walked straight to the room.

Outside the window, Mingyue was ashamed to hide behind the clouds by the coquettish voice.

…

The room was full of the smell of pleasure, the clothes were thrown all over the floor, the woman on the bed was asleep, but the man held her and refused to let go, staring at her for a moment.

When Heran opened her eyes and saw him staring at her, she smiled slightly, kissed the corner of his lips, and planted a strawberry in his collarbone.

"Hey, my sigil!"

The man didn't stop her from messing around, he just looked at her so dotingly, his wide palm kept pulling the quilt, afraid that she would catch a cold.

Because the two are husband and wife, they are closer than before, and because of last night's conversation, the two get along much more casually.

"I'll go to the court, remember to bring someone with you if you want to go anywhere."

The man reluctantly hugged her.

He Lan nodded, and said with a very obedient smile: "Don't worry, I won't cause you trouble." ”

"Don't be afraid of causing trouble, don't be afraid of anyone bullying you, bully back, if something happens, I'll have it."

Lonely Yao got dressed, squatted in front of the couch to carefully dress her dress, put her hair in a bun, and instructed the kitchen to make breakfast before leaving.

When he left, Helan still felt empty, and he was bored in the room.

The tables and chairs in the room that were broken by her have been placed with new ones, which shows that Lonely Yao is careful.

"Huh? Fuzhu! ”

Fuzhu hurriedly ran in: "Princess." ”

"Don't I have a pen, ink, paper, inkstone?"

"Uh...... The slave and maid will look for you. "Fuzhu came in and found it for her.

Helan asked, "Aren't you taking care of my house?" ”

Fuzhu shook his head while looking for it: "No, the princess, it is all taken care of by the prince, and the prince does not allow others to interfere with your things, so your belongings are all put by the prince." ”

"Found it, here." Fuzhu took out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone and put it on the desk.

In the past, He Lan was very tired of pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and other things, and the writing was called ugly, and he had no talent, and he had a good-looking face, which was useless.

The people privately talked about Helan's good life, if he didn't have that face and background, where would he be worthy of their noble King Yao.

Princess Helan, who became the emperor's personal gift, was still not satisfied, and she made trouble all day long, and she was upset for Prince Yao, and felt a pity.

Open the window and let in a gentle breeze.

He Lan sat in front of the window grinding, opened the rice paper, the brush was inked, and the dragon and phoenix danced on the rice paper.

Pen down!

Lonely Yao's name appears on the rice paper, the handwriting is sharp and decisive, one by one is extremely vigorous and resolute, the pen style is capable, and it is an extremely beautiful word.

Fuzhu was sent out by her, and she was the only one left in Fanghuayuan.

He Lan tied his dress tightly and neatly practiced the skills of his previous life.

But she suddenly realized that her body was even more flexible than her own.

Very energetic.

Could it be that Helan used to be martial?

Can Huiwu still be thrown to death?

She is already a good skill, and it is easy to distinguish what kind of bone martial arts are good.

This former Helan, martial arts are definitely very good.