I pretend to be affectionate in front of my foe

Seeing Yan Yun's abnormal behavior, Xing Feng said honestly, "Didn't we often steal other people's pigeons and roast them to eat? There are also other people's chickens, my son, you always eat the most delicious one."

After finishing speaking, Xingfeng glanced at Yanyun resentfully, and then glanced at the pigeon that Yanyun was guarding reluctantly.

"Ahem, today is different." Yan Yun pretended to be serious and said, "We used to do these things that shouldn't be done when we were young. How can we eat the pigeons that people send letters?"

"You even cut one a few days ago, and you took me to bake it together..."

Xingfeng said honestly again: "Did you forget?"

After being told in this way, Yan Yun decided to show his cards. He went to the window and let the pigeon fly, then turned his head and said to Xing Feng: "Look, the meat in his mouth is flying."

Looking at the pigeons flying farther and farther away, the wind must have faltered in an instant. He opened the window and wanted to cry without tears: "My lord, is there someone outside?"

"Did a girl send you a letter?"

Hearing this, Yan Yun thought about it seriously, and hesitantly said: "Well, it's sort of."

In order not to let Xingfeng misunderstand, Yan Yun replied speciously.

After thinking about it, Yan Yun still couldn't tell Xing Feng that this letter was given to him by a man.

"This young lady is so romantic, she even sent a flower."

Seeing the crabapple flower in Yan Yun's hand, Xing Feng praised it full of praise: "It's so fresh, it looks like it's just picked. I can't think of this lady with such a delicate mind, she is worthy of being a prince!"

Hearing this, Yan Yun was taken aback in embarrassment.

Immediately, Xiao Yiran appeared in his mind like a shy girl like a eight-foot man holding flowers, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Seeing this, Xingfeng couldn't help sighing: "It seems that Shizi really likes him, and I can't help laughing when I think of her."

"You can't help laughing when you see Gou Xiong Dai Hua."

While talking, Yan Yun imagined the burly Xiao Yiran shyly wearing flowers, and couldn't help laughing again.

This time, he laughed even louder.

"Bear?" Xing Feng sat at the table, resting his chin and said, "Could it be that Shi Zi's sweetheart is a tough woman?"

"Yeah." Yan Yun teased Xing Feng deliberately: "He is eight feet tall, as strong as a bull, and his waist is thicker than a bear."

Hearing this description, Xingfeng glanced at Yanyun strangely, and said after deliberation: "So you like this kind, my lord?"

"what happened?"

"Your taste is a bit unique." As Xingfeng said, a bear-like woman appeared in his head, he shook his head quickly, and said repeatedly: "My son, you are still the best, and my subordinates admire you."

"You still have a lot to learn." Yan Yun was flattered by the praise, and said with forgetfulness: "He always has a straight face when he sees everyone, but he only smiles from ear to ear when he sees me."

"Ah? This concubine still has a bit of a temper..." Xing Feng asked again: "She has such a bad temper, will she beat you every now and then?"

After hesitating for a moment, Xingfeng added: "She is so strong, look at you, my son, you are so thin and tender, you can't stand a beating."

Yan Yun followed Xingfeng's words and said: "Then what can I do? Let's pamper you."

After listening to Yan Yun's answer, Xing Feng made up the image of a shrew with a big arm and a round waist, and even looked at Yan Yun with a little more pity: "Is this the legendary hag?"

"You can bear it like this. It seems that you really love her badly."

After confirming Xiao Yiran's accusation of being a dominatrix, Yan Yun felt inexplicably darkened. He neither admitted nor denied, and smiled mysteriously at Xingfeng without comment.

Xiao Yiran, who was discussing military affairs on the other side, sneezed suddenly.

Li Qiwu immediately said with a teasing smile, "My lord, does someone miss you?"

He wanted to see Xiao Yiran's deflated look, but Xiao Yiran was not only not ashamed, but also replied very seriously: "Well, someone should be thinking about me."

"Maybe it's to remind me to put on more clothes when it's cold." As he spoke, Xiao Yiran ordered the guards: "Go find me a robe."

Li Qiwu rarely saw Xiao Yiran in a good mood, so he continued to joke, "Have a new love?"

"No." Xiao Yiran replied very simply.

Li Qi Wuhen gave Xiao Yiran a supercilious look.

Talking about dominatrixes all morning, Xingfeng almost forgot the serious business.

He took out a letter from his bosom, handed it to Yan Yun and said, "My lord, please read."

"Is the evidence reliable?" Yan Yun took the letter and read it several times, his voice turned cold for a moment: "Have you investigated it carefully?"

"En." Xingfeng lowered his voice and said: "The Xiao family has long been afraid of the power of our palace. When the emperor sent you out to fight, he didn't want you to come back."

Yan Yun shredded the paper and said indifferently: "That's why the first emperor and the emperor can't tolerate the existence of Yixuan Palace."

"So I'm still just a prince."

As he spoke, Yan Yun's voice gradually became angry: "This is the reason why he wanted my life, even though we used to be like brothers."

"The emperor's family has no real feelings at all."

Yan Yun's voice gradually became colder, and a flash of determination flashed across his face.

"My lord, what shall we do next?"

Xingfeng took a step closer and asked, "Zhang San recruited everything."

"Keep him." Yan Yun's expression has returned to calm: "Maybe it will be useful in the future."

In just a few words, the sky was already bright.

Even if he doesn't want to face it anymore, there must be a decision about Xiao Yiyang.

Yan Yun sighed, looking at the morning glow in the sky for a long time without looking away.

Yan Yun, whose young family was broken, once regarded Wangcheng as a nightmare. He originally regarded Xiao Yiyang as salvation, as a good number of trustworthy people around him.

But he didn't know that the person he trusted the most only had power and the throne in his eyes, and was even planning how to get rid of him all the time because of imaginary threats.

Faced with this bloody fact, Yan Yun suddenly felt a little desolate.

Wangcheng used to have his favorite parents and close brothers, but now things have changed, and Wangcheng has become a hell that can't go back.

To Yan Yun, even the orange-red morning glow in the sky seemed as if it was stained with blood, that dazzling red.

Perhaps it was because the red of Xiaguang was too dazzling, Yan Yun turned away subconsciously, just in time to catch a glimpse of tender pink crabapple branches on the window sill.

Under the morning light, the faint pink petals looked a little shriveled, but it rarely calmed Yan Yun's heart.

Although people in Wangcheng are indifferent, the crabapple flowers in Liuwangfu make people feel warm.

Yan Yun gently picked up the flower branch and put it in the vase on the table.

There was originally a bouquet of red peonies in the vase, the flowers were huge and gorgeous.As soon as the crabapple was inserted, it was more than half covered by the lush peonies.

Yan Yun frowned unconsciously, and took out the red peony from the bottle without hesitation.

At this time, there is only one begonia that is about to wither in the vase.

The crabapple flower has been picked for a while, and it looks wilted, leaning against the side of the vase alone.

Yan Yun leaned on the table, stared at Hua Zhi for a long time, and glanced at the corner of his mouth dissatisfied.

He rummaged through boxes and boxes to find out the pen and ink he wrote last time, and found a clean piece of paper to start writing.

"The flowers are very beautiful, but after a night, they have withered a little."

After writing this sentence, Yan Yun suddenly stopped writing, lay down on the table and began to carefully examine the flowers in the bottle.

He stared at the flowers, picked up the pen, and began to draw on the paper.

Even though he hasn't painted for a long time, Yan Yun doesn't look unfamiliar when he writes.

After a while, a lifelike crabapple flower appeared on the paper.

The flowers on the paper are the same as the flowers in the vase, the petals are drooping and wilted, even more realistic than the withered ones in the vase, and a little more pitiful, which makes people feel pity.

After finishing the painting, Yan Yun nodded in satisfaction, and continued to write at the bottom of the painting: "Although the flowers are beautiful, they withered overnight."

At the end, Yan Yun sighed and added: "Good times don't last forever."

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