Yan Qiuluo lowered his head, as if he was really shy.

It is normal to say that she is quite similar to the eyebrows of the sixth prince? That is also normal, she is the blood of the Yan family, and she is the cousin of the sixth prince.

But this seemingly ordinary sentence came out of Han Xun's mouth, and it seemed to have a different meaning.

The people in the private room knew that there were many dignitaries and dignitaries in the previous dynasty, so they found a beautiful lady to arrange a proper identity, and then sent it to the palace, or gave it to the officials they wanted to stammer.

Han Xun is saying this now, as if to tell everyone that this Miss Nine who came out of thin air is the real Miss Yan family.

He is the regent, and what he says, few people in the world will refute or dare to refute.

Yan Qiuluo shook his teeth and thought about it, this matter is estimated to spread all over the noble backyard tomorrow, and everyone will know that the ninth miss of the Yan Mansion is the real miss of the Yan Mansion.

The store was very lively, and the first floor seemed to be compared to the poems, and the young ladies in the private room went out to see, leaving Yan Qiuluo to sit alone in the private room.

She could distinguish Hanxun's voice from the noise, his voice was easily recognizable in the noise, the low and majestic mixed with it, the slightest beautiful.

Yan Qiuluo listened carefully, stood up and quietly went down the teahouse with Ruxijing, and when she arrived at the door of the teahouse, she said: "Ruxi, I don't want to go back yet, you help me lead a horse, I want to ride out of the city to see." ”

Ruxi was a little embarrassed, but when she saw the figure behind the young lady, she nodded and hurriedly went to find the second child in the teahouse and borrowed a horse to use.

There are a lot of horses in this teahouse, which are lent to guests for temporary use on weekdays.

When she brought the horse over, Miss Nine got on the horse and walked out of the city with the horse, Ruxi was a little confused, and suddenly remembered that she wanted to protect the young lady, so she hurriedly went to borrow a horse again.

The scenery on the outskirts of Beijing is good, the autumn wind blows in the forest, and the slightly cool autumn breeze takes away the tiredness and also brings a burst of fruity fragrance.

She wore a long blue cloud gauze dress embroidered with white jasmine, and a dark blue brocade belt tied her delicate waist, and her black hair fluttered in the wind.

When she reached the quiet stream, she dismounted and let the horses eat the tender grass, and sat by the brook and looked at the water.

Halfway through, she reached into the stream and toyed with it, letting out a lily of the valley laugh.

The man behind her looked at her, silently distracted.

Han Xun didn't know what he thought, but when he saw her riding a horse out of the city, he also followed, and at this time he stood here a little stupidly looking at her.

Her laughter, like a shallow coolness, caressed this faint early autumn, woke up a burst of elegance, a leisurely one.

Yan Qiuluo seemed to feel the gaze, slowly turned his head, looked at him, a shy smile on the corner of his mouth, stood up and looked at him.

Wearing a light gauze-like blue dress, as if she was in the fog of smoke, her skin is better than snow, her eyes are like a stream of water, her vulgar face has a shy smile, and she is quite affectionate in her agility, which is enough to make people dream.

Han Xun looked at her, and there was a little light in his eyes.

The sky began to fade away from the deep curtain, and a faint red mist evaporated into a red cloud, and the autumn sun was warm and quiet, less wild in summer.

The cool breeze blows, but the bottom of the heart gives birth to comfort and ease, which makes people forget the hustle and bustle of the world, and forget the gains and losses of pampering and humiliation.

The two of them sat quietly and heard the clear stream crashing against the big rocks around them, stirring up layers of small waves.

The creek is crystal clear and there are two fish swimming in it.

"Haven't you ever had a bother?"

Yan Qiuluo opened his mouth and did not call him the regent.

Han Xun looked at her side face and asked, "What about you?"

Yan Qiuluo's eyes suddenly filled with tears, and the tears seemed to be about to slip suddenly, and said with a wry smile: "Yes, there are too many." ”

Her face was suddenly pale, as if she had a sick face, although she was as sunny as a glow, there was no blood on her face, but she looked even more elegant and vulgar, and her appearance was amazing.

People in the world often use the words "Alluring the country and the city" or "the national color and the heavenly fragrance" to describe the beauty of women, but no one knows how the country and the city and the national color and heavenly fragrance are beautiful, Han Xun looked at her at this time, but in her heart she felt that she should take these words.

Yan Qiuluo only said this, with tears in his eyes, and didn't say any more.

Halfway, she looked at Han Xun with red eyes and said, "Thank you." ”

Han Xun was a little surprised, as if she didn't know why she wanted to thank her?

"You said in the teahouse today that my brother and I are similar between our eyebrows and eyes. ”

When Han Xun heard this, the corners of her mouth hooked up with a hint of softness, thinking that she was also smart, she shook her head and said, "It's okay." ”

Yan Qiuluo smiled at the corner of his mouth, turned his head and continued to look at the stream, the stream was smooth and free, which was really enviable.

"I don't know if there will be such an opportunity in the future, being free and easy like this is what I like, but it's a pity ......"

"Do you know what kind of person the saint in the palace is? I know it's not appropriate to ask that, but I've heard that you're the emperor's uncle and the regent, so you should know best. ”

Han Xun was a little puzzled, wondering what she meant by asking?

"A few days ago, I heard the maids in my courtyard whispering about the saint, saying that the saint will choose a concubine at the beginning of next month, saying that the Yan Mansion... You're going to send me in. ”

She also said this reason in the past, but Han Xun's face was a little bad, thinking that her eldest brother could be her father.

His heart was irritated, and his tone became cold.

"You're curious about the Holy One?"

Yan Qiuluo shook his head, and said with some bitterness: "I'm not curious about the Holy Lord, I just want to know if the Holy Lord is not easy to get along with." ”

"I heard that the palace is a place where people eat people and don't spit out bones, I... Afraid..."

The early autumn sun haunts the mysterious, which will hide into the thick clouds, the tone is tranquil, take a scenery at will, and the changing light colors are like contour light, outlining the scenery.

Han Xun looked back and saw her lying on the grass regardless of etiquette, and said hollowly in her eyes: "Fate seems to have never been in my hands, nor has it favored me, I am afraid that the person I want to marry will not be able to marry in this life, and I am afraid that I will not be able to get the life I want in this life." ”

Han Xun was stunned, and lay on the grass with her, looking at the sky without speaking.

This girl, who had only met him twice, seemed to be very easy to touch his emotions, she gave him a completely different feeling, she smiled with lily of the valley shyly, with a little free and leisurely, she was sad and pitiful, so that he always wished that she could smile, not to be sad.

Over the years, he has been waiting for something, as if he is looking for something, he once thought that Hong Yuan was the person he was waiting for, but he didn't have the kind of mind that desperately wanted to possess and want to have.

Later, Liu Yingying was very special, and she felt different to him, and it also made him think that she should be the person he was waiting for, but... Somehow, he always felt that something was missing and didn't want to ask for a marriage.

But now?

Han Xun couldn't guess it, and he didn't know what he thought.