Chu Qiao's biography of Yuan Chun and Yan Xun

Chang'an City is as lively as ever, many people in teahouses and restaurants are talking about which show they watched today, or who's son is handsome and gentle and has attracted many women's hearts. The new oiran in Baihualou was making a lot of noise, saying that she was not as beautiful as the previous one.

The elegant seat on the second floor is obviously much quieter. The handsome young man in white holds up a small and elegant cup and blows on the tea leaves floating on the top. When he is about to drink, he is stopped by a pair of plain hands. Looking at the beautiful face of the woman, Yu Wenyue is red Touching the pinna, slowly put down the cup again.

"It's okay, it's just a cup of tea, Xing'er doesn't have to worry."

Chu Qiao looked at the pale face of the person in front of her, and tightened her grip on the glass cup in her hand.Ever since the young master took over the Chang'an imperial army, every night in the Castle Peak Academy has been very exciting. At first, there were some desperate Jianghu killers. They were crazy and usually killed anyone they saw. Fortunately, the moon guards were highly skilled in martial arts, and the young master had Yueqi by his side, so they didn't come out. what a mistake.But later, the food purchased for the government was missed. No one thought that the old kitchen slave who had been in Qingshanyuan for 30 years would be instigated by life. Chu Qiao is still afraid. , and what dire consequences would result from not eating a adulterated supper.

The silver needle did not change color after entering the water, Chu Qiao was relieved a little, but there was movement outside the door.Yue Qi clasped his fists and reported respectfully across the screen

"Young master, the Seventh Prince has entered the city."

The young man in white put away his gentle look, his eyebrows and eyes were like the frost that never melted on the Tianshan Mountains.He raised a corner of the window lattice, and across the crowded crowd on Suzaku Street, his eyes fell on the young general riding a fine horse in the distance.

Tianhuang is a nobleman with extraordinary bearing. Even if he is not favored by Emperor Wei, he can stay in the bitter cold frontier for five years. The seventh prince Yuan Che is indeed a good candidate for the crown prince.

Yan Xun was wearing light armor and a sword today, with a few braids hanging down on both sides of his hair, very much like the original king of Yanbei leading troops and horses to fight against barbarians.

I looked at the strange yet familiar young man in front of me, and wanted to say a lot, but in the end I just bent the corners of my mouth and smiled more prettily, "Brother Yan Xun, you are so handsome today, I don't want others to see it " Yan Xun raised his hand to touch the girl's soft hair, with distressed look in his eyes

"Chun'er, if you don't want to laugh, don't force yourself like this, huh?"

I was stunned, and lowered my head in a panic, feeling a dull pain in my heart. I don't know how long this body can last. Every time I fall into a long sleep, I am very afraid that I will never be able to open my eyes again.The person in front of him should have had a brilliant life. He would become an eagle soaring in the Yanbei grassland, an emperor who owned half of the country, surrounded by beauties, successful and famous, and would live forever.It was my willful greed for the warmth that I shouldn't have, forced to stay by his side, and messed up the original track.

"Chun'er?" Yan Xun's voice was magnetic and gentle, with a hint of hoarseness hidden, which was exceptionally nice.I didn't dare to choke up, so I could only hug the other person's thin waist, put my face on the cold armor, and let the tears fall silently.

I have been the god of death for 300 years, and I have never shed a single tear. The second iron rule of the god of death is that there should be no joy or sorrow in my heart.I waited numbly in Wangchuan, but in the end I couldn't see Yan Xun again.Brother Yan Xun, you may not know that Chun'er never expected you to fall in love with me. What I have been asking for for more than 1000 years is to see you and call you Brother Yan Xun.

Yan Xun failed to notice the little princess's tears, he embraced the girl who was very well-behaved today in his arms, and rubbed her hairy little head, "I'll keep Zhong Yu here, everything in the mansion has been arranged, I'm here this time Only go out for a few days, at least three days, at most ten days, I will definitely come back, take good care of yourself, remember to write to me..."

I buried myself in the other party's arms and listened to the other party's babbling, blinking away tears, and laughing through tears.

"Brother Yan Xun, Chun'er has memorized it all."

Yan Xun finally coughed and said vaguely

"Well, then remember, miss me, cough, don't think about it often, occasionally when you are free..."

Standing on tiptoe, I kissed the other's smooth chin, and while the man was in a daze, I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissed the other's thin lips, then let go, and responded softly, "Chun'er will miss you, Be sure to come back early."

Yan Xun just wanted to deepen the sudden surprise, but found something stuffed in his arms, a little princess had slipped out of his arms without paying attention, and went into the inner room, the horn sounded outside the door, Yan Xun held the little princess tightly The princess stuffed him with the purse, licked the corner of his lips with the tip of her tongue, and raised a doting smile.

Forget it, the future is long.

The author has something to say: Little Theater

About the purse stuffed by the princess for a persimmon

Mammy of Prince Yan’s Mansion: Madam, it’s not that this old slave talks too much, it’s just that our prince has a hard life. After the old concubine left, she didn’t even have a new purse. Look o(╥﹏╥)o

Yuan Chun: How about I try to make one?

Nanny: ヽ(^Д^*)/very good very good

Persimmon: The clouds embroidered by my wife are really nice, but the colors are a bit too much, (*^▽^*)

Mammy: That's a mandarin duck...My poor little master, ┭┮﹏┭┮