I pretend to be affectionate in front of my foe

Yan Yun's words really surprised Li Yang. He had known Yan Yun for many years, and knew how good the relationship between Xiao Yiyang and Yan Yun was before, so he naturally understood how much determination Yan Yun needed to say these unfeeling words at this time.

Li Yang sighed for a long time, handed Yan Yun a pot of wine, and said helplessly, "Your Majesty, I'm sorry."

Yan Yun:? ? ?

Is this how mourning and shunbian are used?

"My lord, you know what I mean." Li Yang scratched his head and said with a sneer, "You know I'm a rough man, and the half ink in my chest was used up when I was chasing after my daughter-in-law to write love poems for her."

Yan Yun took the jug with a chuckle, shook the jug towards Li Yang, and said in a loud voice, "Regard the festival and mourn the change."

"Let the brothers do it as soon as possible, and don't leave those people behind, so as not to become a hidden danger in the future."

After finishing speaking, Yan Yun waved his hand and walked away leisurely: "I'll go to rest first, don't call me when eating."

Yan Yun shook open the flagon and drank all the way, holding the counterfeit waist card he found in his hand.

I don't know if it's because he was too drunk, or because he couldn't drink too much, but Yan Yun felt dizzy more and more, and his walking gradually became swaying.

But the strange thing was that the image of Xiao Yiran in his mind became clearer and clearer.

The scene of the two people's first encounter when they were young, which had been gradually forgotten, suddenly became abnormally profound.

At that time Xiao Yiran was only ten years old, and although Yan Yun was older, he was only 12 years old.

It is strange to say that Yan Yun entered the palace for the first time when he was 12 years old.

The children of other high-ranking officials and noble families have already entered the palace when they were a few years old or even just a few months old.

He only remembered that when he entered the palace, the wrinkles between his father's brows were much more than before, and even his mother, who loved to laugh, had more incomprehensible melancholy on her face.

At that time, Yan Yun naturally didn't understand the worries of these adults. He had heard other noble children say that the imperial palace was big and prosperous, and he had long been looking forward to the opportunity to enter the palace to learn more.

The imperial palace was indeed as magnificent as others described. Yan Yun was fascinated by the carved beams and painted buildings, and was unknowingly called to the imperial garden by the late emperor.

The late emperor's princes arrived at the Imperial Garden ahead of schedule, and Yan Yun's presence attracted the princes' attention.

Yan Yun was a little apprehensive when he first arrived at the palace, but the princes are used to seeing big scenes.

They were only stunned for a moment, then they all walked towards Yan Yun, and gathered around Yan Yun to talk to him.

Only a thin little prince stood in the corner of the gazebo far away as if there was no one else around, showing no intention of blending into the crowd.

That person is Xiao Yiran.

There was no expression on his immature face, but his complexion was as pleasing as a porcelain doll.

Perhaps Yan Yun stared at him for too long, Xiao Yiran, who had been wandering outside the crowd and immersed in his own world, finally cast a glance at Yan Yun.

Seeing this, Yan Yun immediately grinned his white teeth, and gave Xiao Yiran a kind smile, but only received Xiao Yiran's indifferent gaze.

Yan Yun has always been thick-skinned and didn't care, and waved to the young Xiao Yiran with a naive smile, signaling him to come and play together.

However, Yan Yun's enthusiasm did not receive a reply.Xiao Yiran just glanced at him briefly, turned away without hesitation, and continued to play chess with himself.

"Who is he?" Yan Yun blended into the princes again, and asked suspiciously, "Why isn't he with us?"

"He is the sixth prince, Xiao Yiran, and my sixth younger brother."

Xiao Yiyang, who was still the second prince at that time, was a bit more mature than the other princes.

As soon as he spoke, the other princes immediately fell silent and listened quietly.

"Then why didn't he come to play with us?" Yan Yun was still obsessed with the question that Xiao Yiran had ignored, asking relentlessly.

Xiao Yiyang looked in Xiao Yiran's direction meaningfully, and said casually: "He's relatively withdrawn, and he's not easy to get along with."

Thinking of this, Yan Yun couldn't help laughing at himself. At that time, he only thought that the second prince Xiao Yiyang was mature and stable, so he believed his words, and never took the initiative to provoke Xiao Yiran. He didn't hear Xiao Yiyang's rejection of Xiao Yiran inside and outside of what Xiao Yiyang said.

Thinking about it now, Yan Yun felt that Xiao Yiyang really hated Xiao Yiran deeply, so it was not surprising that he could use himself to deal with Xiao Yiran.

Thinking about all the messy things made Yan Yun's head ache, so he simply picked up the jug again, and took a few sips of wine for himself.

After taking a few sips of strong wine, Yan Yun found that not only did he not fall asleep, but more and more messy thoughts in his head.

So he picked up the flagon again, and prepared to drink a few more sips until he was so drunk that he passed out.

As soon as he raised his hand, someone grabbed his wrist. His hand lost strength, and the wine jug in his hand hit the ground with a "bang", splashing hops all over the floor.

"Stop drinking." Xiao Yiran straightened Yan Yun upright, supported his shoulders, and tried to make Yan Yun stand up straight.

Xiao Yiran, who came all night, was already out of breath because he was busy on the road. He clenched Yan Yun's wrist a little angrily, with a cold gasp in his voice.

"It's you, the sixth prince who has a withdrawn personality and is difficult to get along with." Yan Yun was already drunk, and his tongue was tied when he spoke.

His voice was not very loud, Xiao Yiran didn't hear what he said, so he sighed helplessly and helped him go.

"Back then you loved to ignore me, but today's me is beyond your reach!" Yan Yun stopped suddenly as he spoke.

A suspicious smirk floated on his face, and he approached Xiao Yiran crookedly.

Seeing Yan Yun who couldn't even walk steadily, Xiao Yiran couldn't help stretching out his hand to help him. Before his hand touched Yan Yun, Yan Yun swung him away.

"Don't touch me!"

After finishing speaking, Yan Yun continued to approach Xiao Yiran, and within a few steps, he walked crookedly for a long time.

Finally walking in front of Xiao Yiran, Yan Yun stood still firmly.

He stared at Xiao Yiran unblinkingly with a pair of black and white eyes, he didn't appear to be drunk at all, he looked particularly sober.

Being stared at by Yan Yun like this, Xiao Yiran felt very uncomfortable.

He even suspected that Yan Yun was pretending to be drunk, and then wanted to take the opportunity to take revenge on himself, so Xiao Yiran subconsciously took a step back.

Just as Xiao Yiran moved away, Yan Yun followed closely.

He frowned tightly, staring straight at Xiao Yiran.

The two of them just stood there in a daze, and the atmosphere became dignified and weird.

"Laugh." Yan Yun stretched out his hand unexpectedly, pinched Xiao Yiran's chin, tugged at the corner of Xiao Yiran's mouth with his index finger and thumb, and continued: "Don't ignore me! Don't keep a straight face!"

"Even if you are withdrawn and difficult to get along with, the sixth prince, you are not allowed to ignore me!"

Xiao Yiran was startled by Yan Yun's series of actions. He looked at Yan Yun suspiciously, wanting to make sure whether Yan Yun was really drunk.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, it almost makes Xiao Yiran lose his soul.

Yan Yun's face was already slightly flushed because of the alcohol.

A pair of black and white eyes reflected water, and the blush extended to the eye sockets.

The thin lips became ruddy due to the moisture of the wine, which made Yan Yun look a little softer and less sharp.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Yiran's heart almost melted.

He quickly turned his head away and stopped looking at Yan Yun.

But he didn't want Yan Yun to turn his face to face her stubbornly.

In the end, Yan Yun simply held Xiao Yiran's face with both hands, fiddled with Xiao Yiran's face with both hands, one left and one right, and muttered unwillingly: "Laugh! Don't keep a straight face!"

"Such a small person has a more serious expression than an adult!"

At first Xiao Yiran wondered why Yan Yun made such an inexplicable move, now that he listened carefully to what Yan Yun said, Xiao Yiran instantly understood.

What Yan Yun said was the scene when the two met for the first time.

He didn't expect that his indifference to Yan Yun when the two first met would make Yan Yun remember it till now.

Thinking about it, Xiao Yiran immediately felt that Yan Yun, who was more serious after drunk, was very pleasing, so he stopped teasing him, submissively raised the corners of his mouth, and pulled out a sincere smile.

"So you look so pretty when you smile."

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Yan Yun: Hehehe, it's so pretty. (idiot face)

Xiao Yiran:? ? ? ? ?