Women's procrastination can't be said

Song Feng sighed, patted her head again, and said: "Go in and rest for a while, Dad will find the doctor, he is already injured, don't freeze to death again."

"Hmm." Song Yuyan's eyes curled happily, and tears rolled down silently.

She is so stupid, isn't this her father?

Lying lazily at home all day, Song Yuyan felt soft all over her body all the time.Sit up on the bed.

Putting on a coat and opening the door, a gust of cold wind blows in. The sun is shining outside, but there is still snow under the feet, which is chilly. The imperial city is not like the deserted city, which is sparsely populated and remote. The overall temperature is relatively high, and the snow only reaches Song Yuyan's ankles. place.

A maid in pink trotted towards her, she stopped in front of Song Yuyan panting, and said out of breath, "Miss, why are you coming out! It's... so cold outside..."

"I'll just come out to get some air. What's the matter?" Song Yuyan waved her hands, indicating that she was fine.

"Eldest Prince, Your Highness is in the main hall right now, Master calls you over." The maid took a breath and said concisely.

"Brother Yanjun?" Song Yuyan exclaimed happily, her heart beating wildly.

"Miss, hurry up, your highness has brought you a lot of gifts, and the master is very happy, he is smiling and dragging him around. Go and snatch your future husband from the master~" The maid smiled, no Teased her impolitely.

Song Yuyan felt uncomfortable for a moment, but she hurried to the hall without saying anything.

There is still some distance from the entrance of the main hall, and Song Feng Kaihuai's laughter can be heard. Song Yuyan slowed down and walked to the entrance of the main hall, leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed, with a smile on her lips, watching silently. The two chatted happily in the hall.

Song Feng changed into a set of white dragon pattern robes today, and the collar has incomparably fine mink fur, which looks majestic and stable.

Sitting next to him is Song Yanjun, who is five years older than Song Yuyan and is already twenty this year.Song Yan often let him hone in the court, and he was smart and stable since he was a child, and now he is more and more inclined to Song Yan's temperament. Although he is not a heir, his mature temperament of the emperor cannot be ignored.

Both Song Yan and Yin Ziru have a good skin.The youngest son, Song Qingwu, leans towards his mother, with a cold temperament and a soft and handsome face.The eldest son, Song Yanjun, was more like his father, with sword-like eyebrows drawn into his temples, a serious face like a knife, and sharp and deep black eyes, penetrating everything.In Song Yuyan's impression, Song Yanjun only wore black, and he was still wearing black today, but it looked brand new, obviously a newly made new clothes.

"Did you encounter any difficulties at the court meeting recently?" Song Feng asked Song Yanjun without noticing Song Yuyan's arrival.

"Never. Teacher, don't worry." Song Yanjun's voice was relatively low, and the thick eyelashes were not raised, but drooped by nature, long enough to leave a shadow under his eyes.

"So..." Song Feng nodded in satisfaction, his eyes filled with pride.

He has accepted such an apprentice in his life, Song Yanjun has never let him down, he is sophisticated and smooth in dealing with people, he is hardworking and tenacious in practicing inner alchemy, and he has been with Song Yuyan for more than ten years, and he is very good in every way.

Except, he didn't become the crown prince.

Thinking of this, Song Feng's eyes darkened strangely.

Song Yanjun picked up a cup of warm tea on the table unhurriedly, and took a sip with extreme elegance. When he was putting the cup away, he caught a glimpse of the smiling Song Yuyan from the corner of his eye.

"Yan'er?" Song Yanjun opened his eyes wide and stood up suddenly. When he saw Song Yuyan, who was 15 years old, Song Yanjun's heart was beating wildly, his breathing was short of breath, and his handsome face was flushed. I gave her the gift I had prepared first, but my temples twitched, I didn't know what to do first, so I hesitated for a while.

Song Feng saw that Song Yanjun, who had always been prudent, became flustered when he saw Song Yuyan, and a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing his surprised look, Song Yuyan couldn't help but chuckle and walked towards the two of them.

"The daughter of the people has met His Royal Highness the First Prince." Song Yuyan blinked and saluted Song Yanjun.

Seeing Song Yuyan up close, Song Yanjun was really shocked.The girl's face was slightly pale because of the injury, but the beauty of her face was not diminished by half, and her petulant and self-willed vigor in childhood had been worn away, and what grew up with her was the noble and glamorous all over her body. Salute, but no one standing in front of her will feel that they are superior to her.

Very similar to his own mother, Song Yanjun thought to himself.

"Yan'er, there is no such thing between you and me, get up." The sharp look in Song Yanjun's eyes faded, and he turned to look at her with a gentle expression, and gently lifted her up, as if holding a rare treasure.

"Hey, just to tease you." Song Yuyan stepped on Song Yanjun's head like an old man, "Brother Yanjun has grown taller."

"Yan'er has really grown up." Song Yanjun looked at the girl who was only a head behind him with a lot of emotion.

Song Yuyan in the past was small and thin.Nine years is not too long, it feels like she has suddenly become tall and slender, he is really not used to it.

Song Yuyan sat down with a smile on his arm, looked around, and said, "Girl said you brought me a gift, where is it? What is it?"

Song Yanjun leaned back slightly, leaning on the chair, with an extremely leisurely expression: "All moved to the side hall."

Gently patted her head, and continued: "There are new clothes for Yan'er, and many gadgets I collected from the city and the palace, um... and the letter I wrote to Yan'er. "

"A letter?" Song Yuyan blinked and asked in confusion.

"In the past nine years, I have missed Yan'er very much. But due to the entanglement of work, I couldn't go to the wild city to visit you in person, so I could only write a letter to ease the pain of lovesickness. I didn't send it to worry about delaying you, so I saved nine This year, I will give it to you as a present today." Song Yanjun's face was flushed red, and his expression was quite embarrassing.

"Thank you, Brother Yanjun." Song Yuyan's heart sank strangely, but there was still a look of joy on his face.

"Now that Qingwu is back, he is able to handle affairs. He has taken over all my work. I am now an idler. I can take you wherever Yan'er wants to go." Song Yanjun looked at her tenderly, Although the fundus of the eyes is a little tired, but more joy and anticipation.

Song Yuyan nodded.

The three of them sat in the hall and chatted wantonly, and Song Yuyan told the two about his heroic demeanor when he killed the enemy, and the righteous soldiers in the wilderness crisis.

Song Feng was okay, he didn't show any emotions other than indifference, but Song Yanjun was different, he really entered it, his face was slow and pale, his eyes were full of worries about Song Yuyan, and his mind was full of fear , if she didn't come back alive...