I pretend to be affectionate in front of my foe

Xiao Yiran's expression was obviously stagnant, and he lied without changing his expression: "These are famous books, there is no end to learning, of course I bought them for careful reading."

"Is "Caoyun Temple Wood" really that good-looking?"

Yan Yun deliberately asked again.

Xiao Yiran stopped explaining, grabbed Yan Yun by the collar and pulled him out of the pile of books.

"Go and rest, Xiangtao will take you to your room."

Yan Yun stared at Xiao Yiran without moving, his round eyes looked like a tiger cub.

"I didn't know the place I was born in when I first came to the palace. The prince is very merciful. It's okay to give me a floor in your room to sleep on..."

Yan Yun was thinking about his own calculations, thinking about the evidence of treason that Xiao Yiran kept next to him.

Such important things are mostly stored in the bedroom, or in a hidden compartment on the bed...

Xiao Yiran stopped packing the books, picked up another "Yan Yun Poetry Collection" and carefully wiped off the dust on the surface, and then slowly said: "Go ahead."

Yan Yun was overjoyed, so he hurriedly ran to Xiao Yiran's bedroom.

Xiao Yiran looked at the back of Yan Yun going away, and felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

He seemed to have endless patience when facing this young man of unknown origin.

Probably because the young man's face looks too much like the dead Yan Yun...

Thinking about it, Xiao Yiran sighed subconsciously, picked up another Yanyun poetry anthology, his gaze stayed on the word "Yanyun", thoughtful.

In the past, when Yan Yun was alive, I was incompatible with him, and in the end even caused him to die tragically. Now that I can meet someone who looks like him, maybe it's a chance given to me by God, so that I can atone for my sin.

Here, Yan Yun came to Xiao Yiran's bedroom and began to search for evidence from corner to corner.

After rummaging through a few cabinets, there was nowhere to search.

The bedroom of the majestic Sixth Prince was as clean as if it had been ransacked by thieves. Except for a few small cabinets that had already been searched, there were only two pots of orchids placed beside the bed and the bed that looked harder than stones.

Yan Yun couldn't believe that a prince lived such a simple life.

Apart from the basic furnishings, there are not even any extra items in the room.

Rather than saying that it is a prince's bedroom, it is better to say that it is the room of a scholar with a bare house.

It seems that the evidence of collaborating with the enemy is very likely to be hidden in a hidden compartment of the bed.

Yan Yun rolled up his sleeves, climbed onto the bed and started groping around.

Under the pillow, no.

Under the quilt, no.

And look at the sheets...

Just as Yan Yun was looking hard, the door opened with a "squeak", and a big flowered quilt with legs was standing at the door.

"What are you doing?"

The quilt with long legs was Xiao Yiran, he poked his head out from under the thick quilt, and looked at Yan Yun with his dark eyes.

"I think the quilt is too cold, so I'll help the prince warm up first."

Yan Yun immediately took off his shoes as he spoke, and got under the quilt with a "sigh".

Yan Yun's words warmed Xiao Yiran's heart inexplicably, no one had ever thought about him like this before.

He didn't know how to deal with it for a while, but he habitually kept his face on the floor, making himself look serious: "Come out."

Xiao Yiran's voice was already deep, but Yan Yun, who was already guilty, became even more frightened when he shouted.

Yan Yun poked his head out from under the quilt, and stared at Xiao Yiran flatteringly: "What's the matter, my lord?"

"The bed is too hard. I'm not used to sleeping. You come down and make it up for me before I sleep."

Originally, he thought that Xiao Yiran had suspected him, but he didn't expect it to be such a trivial matter. Although Yan Yun was very reluctant in his heart, he got up with a smile on the surface and began to make the bed, but he was not very happy in his heart.

Yan Yun suspected that Xiao Yiran deliberately played tricks on him, and slept in the bed for more than 20 years.

"My lord, are you satisfied if you try it?"

Although Yan Yun had never served anyone before, he was smart and learned everything faster than ordinary people since he was a child. He recalled how the servants in the mansion served him in the past, and quickly learned the essence.

But Xiao Yiran didn't respond, he just sat down at the table and said without thinking: "Go and try."

Could it be that there is something strange hidden in the quilt?

fraudulent?

Yan Yun bit the bullet and sat down carefully, and didn't find anything wrong. The quilt was soft like the silkworm velvet in his own palace in the past, and it was very comfortable to the touch.

"How?" Xiao Yiran asked again.

"Very good, very good."

Hearing this, Xiao Yiran finally smoothed the corners of his tightly pursed lips in satisfaction.

Even though Yan Yun is a few years younger than his previous life, his figure is still tall.

Even if he stood with the 26-year-old Xiao Yiran, he was only half a head shorter than Xiao Yiran.

Yan Yun's figure was slender, while Xiao Yiran's figure was relatively strong. Once the two of them lay down, there was no extra space on the bed.

Because he had just been reborn, Yan Yun's body was still not used to it, and he felt tired very easily. Even though he was careful to lie on the soft bed, Yan Yun still fell asleep unknowingly.

In his sleep, Yan Yun was still lying on his side in a regular posture, and he tried his best to shrink to the other side of the wall, sticking tightly to the edge of the bed.

The heavy snow blocked the only main road into the royal city, Yan Yun had no choice but to lead the army into the city through another mountain trail.

For three or nine days, even the exhaled breath was thick white.

"My lord, do you want to find a place to rest? The snow is probably going to fall for a while..."

The leader of the guard opened his mouth hesitantly, and looked at Shizi Yan whose eyelashes were frosted.

Yan Yun didn't answer, he looked at the mountains in the distance, his face couldn't hide his joy: "We will be able to arrive at Wangcheng soon, let's rest here for a while."

After finishing speaking, Yan Yun looked back at the trembling soldiers in the wind and moon, and encouraged him: "When I arrive in Wangcheng, my son invites you to drink freely for three days and three nights, and reward each of you with fifty gold."

"Okay!" The morale of the soldiers was greatly encouraged, and each of them regained their energy in an instant.

As soon as Yan Yun finished speaking, a sharp poisonous sword pierced straight into his heart, and steaming blood immediately gushed out and sprinkled on the white snow, a dazzling red.

The pain in his chest was extremely stinging, and as soon as Yan Yun raised his head, he met Xiao Yiran's bottomless eyes and the bow that he hadn't had time to put away.

He never thought in his life that he would die in Xiao Yiran's hands.

The young general had not had time to celebrate when he returned from victory, and his originally wonderful life ended like this.

The pain of the sharp sword piercing into the heart was so real that Yan Yun woke up from his sleep in an instant. He jumped up from the bed and touched the position of his chest in panic.

Although there was no wound, the real pain could not go away for a long time.

After a while, Yan Yun came back to his senses. He subconsciously looked back to the outside of the bed, only to realize that he had occupied most of the bed at some point.

And Xiao Yiran huddled into a ball, almost hanging on the edge of the bed.

Just after waking up from the nightmare, Yan Yun was still very afraid and guarded against Xiao Yiran, he even thought that if he took the opportunity to kill Xiao Yiran at this time, it would not be too much to pay for his life.

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