Chapter 1361

Listening to dye white and cool, it seems that time can be frozen. Time is still in a cool and indifferent voice. The night demon's face turned white, bit his lips and said pitifully: "it's the demon's son who said the wrong thing. The demon's son is just worried that there will be contradictions between the Lord and Yan Han, but he didn't think about it. It's the demon's son who thinks too much."

Night demon son has scolded night Yanhan thousands of times in his heart, and he hates night Yanhan even more.

Sometimes, there is no reason to hate someone.

Maybe it's a little thing, maybe it's the blink of an eye.

Standing in the garden, she is dressed in purple. She is so noble and charming.

"Since you know you said something wrong, you don't have to say it again."

Night demon son bit his teeth, crossed a trace of grievance at the bottom of his eyes, bowed his head and said, "yes."

Dyed white delicate eyebrows and eyes have a shallow smile, but they don't smile.

In the study.

The Marquis coughed slightly. Looking at the night Yanhan sitting on the red sandalwood chair, he kindly said, "how is Yanhan's life in the palace?"

The handsome man, cold and lazy, leaned against the back of the chair, and his fine clothes diluted his cold temperament. The beautiful face is indifferent and cold.

"Everything is fine." the night is cold, the black eyelashes are slightly drooping, the Obsidian eyes are cold without waves, and the sound quality of the opening is very light, but it is still very nice to hear, clean and clear.

The Marquis sighed: "Yan Han, I know you don't live very well in the palace. You don't have to say that. I know."

"So?" he opened his mouth lightly and leaned back. His temperament was cold and lazy, but his beautiful eyebrows and eyes were with inaccessible dignity and indifference.

The Marquis frowned slightly and said to himself, "you don't have to say. I know you're not doing well, so I have something to tell you."

His slender and clean fingers knocked on the red sandalwood table. His temperament was noble, his thin lips opened gently, coldly spit out a word, and his tone was careless: "say."

The Marquis was stunned for a moment.

He was frightened by his son just now?

I'm kidding. It's impossible.

I think too much.

What character does yeyanhan have? He doesn't know yet?

How could he have such momentum?

The marquess smiled and said, "Yan Han, it's difficult for you to be alone in the palace. I specially told the demon son. Then you'll talk to the seventh Lord and let the demon son marry into the palace. You two support each other and take care of each other."

"In this way, your life in the palace will be much better."

Night Yan was cold and black. His eyelashes trembled slightly. He raised his cold and silent, slender, white and bony hands, loosened his collar and revealed a cold and white fine clavicle. His action was noble, cold and lazy: "do you want me to live well, or do you want to put the night demon into the palace?"

"How can you talk, you child?" the female Marquis couldn't help frowning. "You're young and generous. Sooner or later, the Lord will have a male waiter. It's better to fall on his own family. Don't look at how good the seventh Lord is to you now. It's unreliable. Don't spread it at that time. It's said that the seventh king is jealous."

"What do you have to do with the affairs of the seven kings house?" night Yan Han's cold, obsidian eyes fell on the Marquis and opened their mouth.

Cold and noble.

"Yan Han!" the Marquis shouted unhappily.

"Do you want to go beyond the seven lords to make decisions without authorization and despise imperial power?" night Yan Han's eyes were as indifferent as a picture and opened his lips carelessly.