Chapter 157

She suddenly found that the 14-year-old gentleman Yu, as if no longer the memory of the only crying, in addition to the face of nothing good boy.

Growing up in the palace and growing up so well, how can it be Simple as white paper.

The broken leg of Junzi an tells Lu Yilan something. Junzi Yu has grown up.

The brush is slowly moving on the rice paper. Lu Yilan is standing straight. Before the announcement is finished, a teenager rushes in. He looks very happy.

Junzi Yu quickly went to Lu Yilan's side, "brother, I'm here."

"Brother Wuhuang, I'm afraid I don't have time to take care of me recently. You..."

Lu Yilan looked at his sincere appearance and felt that he was wrong before. Is such a boy who looks to the end really a deep-seated person?

She looked at him for a long time.

Such a straightforward look made Junzi Yu blush. He asked shyly, "brother, what do you want me to do?"

Such a simple color, let Lu Yilan completely put down the suspicion in her heart, she said with a smile, "because Ziyu is getting higher and higher."

"Come on, since you're here, you can practice calligraphy with me."

Although he didn't like it, he would never refuse Lu Yilan's request. Junzi Yu stood in front of the desk with a brush, his face relaxed.

"You are so, I think of a long time ago, when you were so big, now..."

My family has a young man.

"My brother hasn't changed."

"Poof -"

Lu Yilan was flattered suddenly, looked around the table for a while, and said silently, "not only the height, but also your words are much better than before, that is More and more like me. "

"Well She began to feel strange again, "at the beginning, what you practiced wasn't Liu Gong's words, how it didn't look like more and more."

She says here, gentleman Yu smiles but does not speak.

Junzi an's broken leg makes Junzi Yu's life extremely moist. Without him, Lu Yilan will play with him and won't drive him away. It's really good.

So Junzi Yu couldn't help thinking that if

If only this person could die.

When the moon is in the sky, Junzi Yu sighs. Forget it, if you don't have a good layout, leave him a small life first.

In the winter of the 42nd year of Jin Dynasty.

I don't realize that Lu Yilan has been here for ten years. Ten years seems to be a moment.

At the beginning of winter, it is the birthday of the original owner.

The Emperor didn't know what to smoke. He suddenly thought of the prince who was almost beaten into the cold palace and decided to celebrate her birthday.

The venue is in the imperial palace. The empress made the specific matters. Junzi Yu knows her birthday and is very attentive in preparing gifts.

"What do you like, brother?"

"Nothing to like." Lu Yi Lan Dun, "you send good, like."

Junzi Yu directly understood the meaning of this sentence as that I like everything you give me. His lips are raised and his eyes are bright. "I will give you a good gift."

I searched my own coffer. It's all vulgar.

Junzi Yu felt that the gift to his brother must be of great significance, so he prepared two.

One was given in public, a big Dongzhu.

The other is a painting.

It's a beautiful picture.

Lu Yilan and Junzi Yu are both in the painting, with Meilin as the background, one playing the piano and the other dancing the sword.