I pretend to be affectionate in front of my foe

After hearing these words, Xiao Yiran finally opened his eyes. He stared at Yan Yun, his dark eyes were still moist because of the pain, and his fair skin looked like a lovely and pitiful little girl.

"Ah."

Although the answer was so small that it was almost inaudible, Yan Yun still heard it.He immediately held Xiao Yiran's hand, getting carried away with excitement, as if he was a great hero who saved the world.

A gust of cool wind blew, Xiao Yiran shivered involuntarily because his shoulders were half-naked because of applying the medicine, Yan Yun only then noticed that he took off his clothes and looked at her body while applying the medicine.

No matter how thick-skinned he was, Yan Yun suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He coughed dryly to cover up, thinking about how to resolve the embarrassment.

Generally, in this kind of situation, in the storybook, the hero is responsible, and wants to marry the woman who has been despised.

Yan Yun thought that he was a qualified hero. Thinking of this, he casually glanced at Xiao Yiran's thin shoulder, and said a shocking sentence: "Don't worry, I will take responsibility for you."

As he said that, Yan Yun took out his most precious folding fan from his bosom, placed it in Xiao Yiran's hand uncomfortably and continued: "This is my token to you, which means I will not break my promise."

Xiao Yiran took the folding fan numbly, and looked at Yan Yun suspiciously, wondering why he suddenly wanted to give him something.

When Yan Yun was a child, he was dazzled by the street stories of chivalrous Jianghu, so he didn't know how to draw inferences.

I don't know that the drama of a hero saving a beauty with his body is not suitable for a man. He sent the only token in his life in a daze, but he didn't know that a folding fan accidentally saved a life.

Seeing these childhood things at this time, Yan Yun regretted it very much, regretting that he had read so many boring scripts back then, that he did such a stupid thing.

Thinking about it now, I just feel that I probably had a bad brain at that time, so I did these inexplicable things.

During Yan Yun's trip this time, he didn't find any evidence that the sixth prince colluded with the enemy and treasoned the country, but he was forced to think of many old things that he didn't want to think about, which made him a little helpless.

Just as Yan Yun was sighing and regretting his mistakes, a slightly tall black figure slowly walked towards Yan Yun's direction.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, Yan Yun quickly buried the clay pot back, he subconsciously hid deep in the vegetable field and even became careful when breathing.

He crouched in the dense eggplant leaves, the tall black shadow got closer and closer, and finally stood in front of the leaf where Yan Yun was hiding without hesitation.

The visitor held a candle in his hand, which was covered with a small shade.

The wind could not extinguish the candle, and the candle light was partially blocked by the cover, making the light appear a little dim.

The place where Yan Yun was hiding was not far from the person who came, just enough to see him clearly by candlelight.

The man's ink-like long hair was casually draped over his shoulders, but it didn't look messy. His thick sword-like eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his thin vermilion lips were tightly pursed. The man's eyes could not be seen from this angle. But it gave Yan Yun an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Yan Yun changed his posture carefully, his eyes flashed and he happened to meet that person.

Yan Yun immediately laughed like a chrysanthemum, and called out awkwardly but politely: "Hello, my lord, goodbye, my lord."

After finishing speaking, Yan Yun was ready to let her go and leave, planning to escape from the palace directly while walking.

After taking a step, Yan Yun felt that someone was grabbing him by the collar.

Sure enough, when he turned his head, he saw Xiao Yiran's stiff wooden face.

Yan Yun, who was caught, no longer struggled, and let Xiao Yiran carry him like a chicken, secretly preparing to fight back.

If Xiao Yiran dared to move a finger of him, he would definitely fight him to the death.

In the previous life, Yan Yun had a short life of more than 20 years, and he was often mixed in the military camp, and he was not afraid of death.

Thinking about it, Yan Yun was already silently recalling the moves he had practiced before, thinking about how to catch Xiao Yiran.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Yiran just held Yan Yun for a few glances, and when he found out that it was Yan Yun, he stopped entanglement, but immediately let go, his voice was still so faint that people couldn't hear the emotion in it: "Yan Yun, What are you doing here?"

When Xiao Yiran called the word "Yanyun", he seemed to deliberately slow down his speed and lower his tone of voice. It sounded very different from his usual cold words, like cold bitter gourd mixed with honey and bitter but sweet , but a bit rusty sweet.

What's even more strange is that Xiao Yiran didn't seem angry, Yan Yun heaved a sigh of relief and made up a random reason: "I'm here to see Haitang."

Hearing this, Xiao Yiran raised the candle in his hand, and seriously illuminated the tree. On the bare branches, there wasn't even half a leaf, let alone crabapple flowers.

Anyone who listens to this reason will feel that Yan Yun's words are not credible, but Xiao Yiran has no doubts but took a deep look at Yan Yun, and said seriously: "This place is full of begonias, which usually bloom in March and April. Now But in February, it’s not time to see flowers.”

Yan Yun was startled, thinking that Xiao Yiran would draw out his sword to question him in the next second, but only heard Xiao Yiran speak again: "Every year on March [-]th, the flowers bloom the most, you can come and see them then. "

"What's the point of seeing it alone." Seeing the atmosphere relaxed, Yan Yun couldn't help but start teasing.

Xiao Yiran glanced at Yan Yun with a strange expression, and asked, "Otherwise, what would you think?"

At this time, Xiao Yiran changed into the black clothes he usually wears, only wearing a beige long gown, with black hair fluttering in the night wind, at first glance he looks like a frail scholar.

Yan Yun's heart froze suddenly, and he began to make nonsense: "If the prince is willing to watch it together, it will be more enjoyable."

As soon as Yan Yun finished speaking, he regretted it, and he wished he could slap himself in the face.

Yan Yun has a bad habit, whenever he sees a good-looking person, he will always tease him habitually, to get used to it.

Especially for those little girls who are just beginning to fall in love, in the past, whenever Yan Yun spoke, he could always make the girls blush, and he would also have an inexplicable sense of accomplishment because of this.

However, Yan Yun forgets for a moment that the person in front of him is not a big girl or a little girl, but the frightening sixth prince.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Yun didn't dare to look at Xiao Yiran's face anymore, for fear that he would chop himself up on the spot if he got upset.

The garden was suddenly silent, Yan Yun glanced at Xiao Yiran quietly, and saw that there was no sullen expression on his face, but his brows were frowning even tighter.

--------------------

It's time for dinner!Have you guys eaten?If you haven’t eaten, go to dinner quickly, and if you have eaten, continue to read my Chouwen. It is said that Chouwen goes well with rice~

Can I give a starfish when I pass by, and I can also comment on it, the humble author is lonely every day, does anyone care about me~