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Shen Menghan borrowed the letter of heart from Ran Ziyun to bring Beizhao, apart from the good cakes, it was also because of her superb disguise technique.

Outlining with a wonderful brush, looking forward with skillful hands, Shen Menghan changed his appearance under her hands.

Xie Chenyan watched intently from the side, and opened his mouth wide.

The eyebrows and eyes that were too cold were filled with a gorgeous stroke, the dusty temperament was covered up, and the haggardness of long-term illness was nowhere to be found. Wearing the brocade embroidered clothes, he looked like a lazy nobleman from a wealthy family.

Xie Chenyan asked curiously: "Sister Xinzi, can I give you a face!"

Xinzi smiled and said, "What does Xiao Xie want Yi Cheng to be like?"

Xie Chenyan said happily: "I want to grow taller!"

Xinzi smiled and bent over: "This... Sister Xinzi can't do anything."

Xie Chenyan was disappointed and said: "Oh."

Shen Menghan took a look at him, then smiled and said, "Sister Xinzi can't do anything, why don't you ask brother Menghan?"

Xie Chenyan wondered: "Do you have a way!"

Shen Menghan took a breath and turned around, and whispered a few words to him.

Xie Chenyan listened with his ears open, Shen Menghan said: "Now that you listen, there will be no surprises."

Xie Chenyan really let go of his anger obediently and stopped eavesdropping.

He let go of his true energy, he breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but look at him in surprise.

Xie Chenyan said unconvinced: "What are you looking at, can't I just listen to Brother Menghan?"

Xixuan didn't argue with him, bowed to Shen Menghan and backed away.

When he turned around and went out, Xie Chenyan and Shen Menghan confided in each other, "He looks like an old monk!"

Xinzi scratched his nose and said, "Has anyone ever taught you that it's wrong to speak ill of others behind their backs?"

Xie Chenyan's eyes widened: "Is the old monk swearing?"

Xinzi was taken aback.

"The monk is not a curse word." Shen Menghan laughed and said: "Xiao Yan, it is wrong to judge others behind their backs."

Xie Chenyan nodded thoughtfully.

When it was time to set off for Beiji City, Xie Chenyan would no longer fight for a seat in the driver's seat.He sent Shen Menghan to the car first, then turned around and said, "You look like a monk."

The breath is inexplicable.

Shen Menghan supported his forehead.

Xinzi laughed so hard: "Xiao Xie...you don't need to be so honest."

Xie Chenyan said aggrievedly: "You taught me not to speak behind my back, I have to speak face to face."

Beiji City is not far from Luocheng, because all the big cities in Guanzhong were slaughtered by aliens. Emperor Zhaoming, the founder of Beizhao, felt that the cities were too dark and disliked them, so he built a new city on the Heluo Plain. The old capital of Luocheng, which was a hundred years ago, has gradually become the foil of Beiji City.

Shen Menghan and Xixuan grew up here, so naturally they didn't care much about the scenery along the way. Xie Chenyan and Xinzi had never been here, and they asked questions curiously along the way, and Shen Menghan answered them patiently.

Xie Chenyan and Xinzi said: "Nanyan and Beizhao have a good relationship, have you ever lived in the future?"

"In the future." Xin Zi said: "Yo, Xiao Xie knows that we, Nan Yan and Bei Zhao, are on good terms now."

Xie Chenyan proudly said: "Of course I know! I also know that our Nanyan sent a princess to make peace with Bei Zhao a few years ago!"

When he came, he chatted with Ah Wu and the others, and heard a lot of messy things.

Xinzi was speechless for a while, not knowing whether to start complaining about "Our Nanyan" or "Princess and Marriage".

Shen Menghan opened his eyes, looked at him with a half-smile, and repeated: "Princess?"

Xie Chenyan nodded and said affirmatively: "What is it called Princess Shadow? Brother Menghan has been in Beizhao for so many years, have you seen our Princess Nanyan?"

He even held his breath, wanting to hear how Shen Menghan would answer.

Unexpectedly, he just shook his head with a smile, and reached out to pat Xie Chenyan's little head: "Princess Ying is only 13 years old this year. She has never been to Beizhao."

He closed his eyes again.

Xie Chenyan let out an "ah", and seeing that Shen Menghan no longer talked about this matter, he forgot about this little episode and started asking questions again.

Shen Menghan was obviously overwhelmed by the bumpy journey, and his answering voice became lower and slower. Xie Chenyan gently gathered the cloak on him, and whispered: "I won't ask any more, you can go to sleep."

The princess and the son are different in one word, and their identities are very different.

Shen Menghan's dream was heavy, as if he had returned to the late autumn in the south of the Yangtze River 13 years ago.

He went all the way north from Jinling City to Beiji City. Only 15-year-old Ran Ziyun and Xinzi, who was as old as him, were the only ones who sent him out of the city. : "Ahan, after I take charge of the Seven Towers, I will find a way to bring you back."

Shen Menghan grew up to be seven years old in the Wenqu Tower by the Qinhuai River, without a surname.

In the autumn of the 11th year of Zhengyun, Nanyan and Beizhao entered into an alliance in Huaishang and exchanged protons.

What kind of name is a son?Going out once, meeting ten people, nine of them can be called Mr. So-and-so.

Hidden, concealed, not revealed.

He is Shen Zhuo's son, but not Nanyan's prince.

Shen Zhuo admitted that he was the son of man, but Nan Yan did not recognize the prince.

After all, in the annals of history, none of the princes came from a family.

He was recognized by Shen Zhuo only because Nanyan needed a proton to go to Beizhao at that time.

Those noble princes and princesses were born in the deep palace and grew up by Shen Zhuo's side. They were his sons and daughters, heart and soul, and they were the sons and phoenixes supported by the people all over the world.

It was the first time in his life that he saw his father, Shen Zhuo looked at him as if he was looking at a dead person.

From beginning to end, he was Shen Zhuo's abandoned son, and he didn't want his son at all.

For himself, Shen Zhuo can only be the emperor, not the father.

Even though he was born and died for Nanyan for 12 years, he is still the Seventh Prince Yin who can't get on the golden book of jade.

The son Yin who was born in Wasi, Goulan and grew up in Gelou Chuguan, was a mistake made by Emperor Yan when he was young, and it was a tacit shame for the entire Nanyan royal family.

Drowsy all the way, when Shen Menghan opened his eyes, he saw a cluster of bright apricot blossoms in front of him, and behind him was Xie Chenyan with a worried face.

Xinzi smiled and said: "Xiao Xie said that this is a peach blossom. I told Xi Xuan that it was an apricot blossom, but he wouldn't believe it. You have to ask the young master."

Xie Chenyan looked at him with anticipation.

The dream was not far away, Shen Menghan said in a somewhat aggressive tone: "What's wrong with Xinghua?"

Xie Chenyan was taken aback.

Only then did Shen Menghan realize that his tone was heavy, so he changed the phrase and said in a warm voice: "Xinghua is just as beautiful."

Xie Chenyan murmured: "I think this flower is the most beautiful."

Shen Menghan said softly: "Yes."

He leaned forward slightly, and lightly sniffed the clear fragrance of apricot blossoms.

Xie Chenyan asked cautiously: "Brother Menghan, did you have a nightmare?"

Shen Menghan stared at the bright white apricot blossom without focus, and gave a soft "hmm".

Xie Chenyan patted his small chest and said: "Don't be afraid, if you have nightmares in the future, just call my name, I am very good at martial arts, I will save you."

Shen Menghan took some effort, and then slowly shifted his eyes from the fresh apricot blossoms to Xie Chenyan, and stared at him for a long time, but his eyes were slack.

After a while, he said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

He was in low spirits, and Xie Chenyan also lost interest in playing.

After entering the city and arriving at the residence Shen Menghan had arranged in advance, Shen Menghan said: "It's still early today, I'll ask Xinzi to accompany you out for a walk."

Xie Chenyan said: "What about you?"

Shen Menghan was silent for a moment and said: "I won't go."

"Then I won't go either." Xie Chenyan leaned on his lap, reluctantly said: "I will accompany you."

Shen Menghan stroked his hair and said softly: "What are you doing with me?"

He was short of breath, his chest trembled, Xie Chenyan raised his head in surprise.

Shen Menghan said: "I'm sick and boring, what are you doing with me all day?"

Xie Chenyan straightened up subconsciously.

Shen Menghan's face was pale, and his breath was short of breath.

The pain was engraved in his bones.

Shen Menghan closed his eyes, it was rare for him to be unable to control his emotions.

Xu Shi arrived in Zhaodu again, and the indignation and gloom accumulated in his heart all these years could no longer be restrained, and he scrambled to show his head.

All the brains were vented to the innocent Xie Chenyan.

He took a breath and said in a slow tone, "I'm sorry."

Xie Chenyan stepped forward, put his chin on his shoulder, and said softly: "Brother Menghan is close to me, so he will vent his inexplicable emotions to me."

Shen Menghan felt wet in his eyes.

Those boredom and self-abandonment had already wound up in his heart at some point, and it was okay not to look at it, but when he tore it open, he found that there was already a cavity of abscess inside.

Xie Chenyan wrapped his arms around his thin and Lingran shoulders, patted him twice clumsily and said: "Brother Menghan, just cry if you want to. My mother said that when you are unhappy, just cry and you will be fine."

Only the clumsy Xie Chenyan was still covering his wound tightly.

Of course Shen Menghan would not cry in front of Xie Chenyan, but he did feel comforted.

After a long time, he smiled lightly and said, "Xiao Yan is by my side, I am much happier than before."

Xie Chenyan said thoughtfully, "Because I'm funny?"

"No." Shen Menghan said softly, "If only I had brought Xiaoyan with me before."

It wouldn't make him imprisoned outside the Great Wall for so long.

Xie Chenyan shook his head and said, "Not good."

Shen Menghan asked doubtfully, "Huh?"

Xie Chenyan said sternly: "I was not good at martial arts before, and I was too young. I think the time when I met you was just right."

He thought again that Shen Menghan fainted without saying a few words, and said: "It will be fine a few days earlier, I won't let others hurt you."

He thought about hurting him again, and said angrily: "Oh, it's not good, it's better to be later, I was too stupid at that time."

Shen Menghan raised his hand, wrapped it around the young man's thin and flexible waist, and said in a hoarse voice: "Yes, everything is just right, neither too soon nor too late."

On the second day, Shen Menghan regained his energy and accompanied Xie Chenyan to the market.

Before going out, Xixuan brought over a pair of shoes, the soles of which were much thicker than ordinary boots. Xie Chenyan wore those shoes, and they were indeed taller than usual, but there was still a gap between Shen Menghan's height.

Shen Menghan stroked the top of his hair, and said with a smile: "Eat a lot, and you can grow taller."

Xin Zi teased: "Master, I don't know how eccentric Xiao Yan is, he doesn't allow us to touch his head, for fear that he won't grow taller."

Shen Menghan turned to look at him: "Really?"

Everyone likes to touch Xie Chenyan's hair, because that head of black hair is really good, and the end of the hair is still slightly curly, and there will always be a few unruly strands that can't be combed well, and they are mischievously curled to the side, attracting people's attention. The hands are ready to move.

Xie Chenyan pulled him and whispered: "Don't touch in front of others, you can go back to the room and sneak around. Otherwise, sister Xinzi will be unhappy."

Shen Menghan raised his eyebrows.

After leaving the door, Xie Chenyan was more worried, turning his head to look at him from time to time.

Shen Menghan whispered: "If you look at me like this, others will find it strange."

Xie Chenyan withdrew his gaze, kicked the small stones beside the road and said softly, "Your disguise today is not quite the same as yesterday."

Although there should be no one in Beiji City who knows Xie Chenyan, his heart has also changed his face a little, and his snow-white face is painted in wheat color, which is in line with his lively temperament.

Shen Menghan was puzzled: "Huh?"

Xie Chenyan said: "Today's eyebrows are drawn more slender."

He thought for a while before he came up with a word: "It looks romantic and suave."

He can still use romantic and suave.

Shen Menghan laughed.

They talked affectionately, Xinzi and Xixuan followed not far behind.

Xinzi asked Xixuan, "Did you love to laugh so much when you were in Beizhao?"

Xi Xuan was taken aback for a moment before slowly saying: "Of course not."

He had to admit that since Xie Chenyan came to Yin Pavilion, the smile on Shen Menghan's face has increased a lot.