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Yu Yan was startled, and when she looked at her expression carefully, he knew that she was not lying.

She suddenly thought, what normal girl would be excited to see Yulixiao like that? But why was Qiu Xuanling so excited? Could it be …

She lowered her long eyelashes, not allowing Qiu Xuanling to look at her eyes, her fingers gently caressing the teacup. At this time, she understood one more thing, Yulixiao had never touched her, he had only used medicine to deceive her.

Poor, poor thing! He had become a sacrifice in vain! Wasn't it just seeing that she seemed a little more innocent? Yu Yan's feelings were especially complicated in his heart, and he didn't know if he should sympathize with Qiu Xuanling, or if he should hate Yulixiao … There was still a baffling feeling in his heart, which was … Relax...

Why?

Yu Yan did not understand the reason for this relaxing, and she was not willing to think about it too much, so she chatted with Qiu Xuanling for a while, letting people pack up the White Peacock and bring it over to her.

Qiu Xuanling left the pastries to her as she happily played with her new toy, White Peacock.

Yu Yan had always envied this kind of heartless person. The simpler and happier she was, it was a pity that she rarely had such moments.

Ah Lang knocked on the door and said loudly, "Miss, Your Highness has asked you to come to the study room to study, a marquis."

Ah Lang was very quiet, not saying a word throughout the day. At night, he handed the safety of the place to the two guards who occasionally squatted on the roof.

Yu Yan would sometimes secretly size him up, guessing that he probably felt this kind of talent. But from the looks of it, he was doing his new job with all his heart and didn't seem to be complaining at all.

People who are easy to be satisfied and willing to follow their own beliefs are also easy to be happy.

Nian En, Nian An, and Ah Lang were precisely such people.

After changing her clothes, she brought Nian An to his study.

She had never been near this place before. Normally, people like him would not be allowed to enter the study room. Yu Yan stood at the arched door and sized up the guards at the entrance, waiting for someone to call her.

"Miss Yu Yan, please follow me." A thin servant girl came out quickly, bowed to her, and said gently.

Nian An couldn't go in, so she exhorted her again and sent her back to the small courtyard.

Entering the study room, Yulixiao was sitting behind a desk writing. Yu Yan walked over, shallowly bowed and greeted him.

"No rules." He looked up at her.

"My respects." Yu Yan looked at him in shock.

"I gave you something as a reward, yet you still think there's no gold and silver?" The sharp light in his eyes gradually faded, replacing it with a few traces of gentleness.

Yu Yan frowned and whispered, "You really know how to fart."

"Let me hear it. It's getting more and more out of hand." Yulixiao threw the pen aside and shouted.

Yu Yan caressed her ears, slowly approached the desk and took a book from the table to read.

"Smelting ink, add some tea." He bent his head again and continued to read the letter in his hand.

Yu Yan looked at the items on his table, picked up the ink stone and grinded it on the inkstone, adding a little water, then she went to the side of the small stove and looked at the tea being warmed up.

"Pinch my shoulder." he said in a low voice.

Yu Yan brought some tea over and placed it by his side, then went behind him to lightly massage his shoulders.

His body was tight and sturdy, her shoulders were strong and sturdy, Yu Yan had only squeezed for a short while before her fingers started aching, and she asked softly: "Is it okay now?"

"No." Without looking up, he went back to his own business.

Yu Yan pinched it for a moment, then could not help but say: "I can't hold it anymore."

"A delicate aura." He raised his right hand, resting it on his left shoulder, and took hold of her small, sweating hand.

"But …" "You clearly don't feel any pain, nor do you feel any soreness …" Yu Yan retorted.

"Beat your own mouth." He turned his face slightly to the side and lowered his eyes slightly.

Yu Yan did not like the look on his face and quickly turned away. She raised her hand and smacked her lips. Only then did she hear him say slowly, "Who said I'm not sour? Do you think it's effortless to pamper you so much? It was more tiring than killing the enemy! "To direct me like that, and lie there without moving.

Yu Yan's face immediately flushed red, she could not utter another word.

"Come here, little cousin." Tightening his grip, he pulled her in front of him, lifted her onto his lap, and pointed at the letter in front of him. "Tell me about this."

First, Yu Yan's mind was stabbed by his words until it started to buzz, and then she carried Yu Yan to her legs. After he finished yelling at his little cousin, all the words on the paper turned into unrecognizable demons.

"I don't know, I don't understand." she said hurriedly, turning her face away.

"You don't know anything about your father?" He sneered, tapping his fingers on the paper.

Yu Yan was startled for a moment, and then immediately turned around.

"What testamentary edict?" she asked, turning to him.

"You don't know this thing?" he whispered, looking into her eyes.

"You went back to my house to look for this posthumous edict?" Yu Yan asked again.

"Un, I want to see whose name is written on it."

Yulixiao folded the paper, took out a fire piston and lit it, then gently waved it in his hand. Watching the flame grow brighter and brighter, he threw it into the copper basin beside him.

The fire seedling lightly scurried away, turning into pieces of ashen white ashes. The red light was completely extinguished, and only the fragrance of paper remained.

Yu Yan wanted to stand up from his legs, but he was held even tighter, so she could only continue sitting like this. She asked softly: "Do you really believe that this thing had once fallen into my father's hands? Or do you think I have it? "

"It doesn't matter if it's in your hands or not. I remember what you said that night." As he spoke, he started writing, "If the Emperor becomes the dragon, he will rule the world."

These words were very contrary. If they were to be spread into the palace, it would be a heinous crime. Even though he was an experienced knight, it was not easy for him to defeat the steel wall that Yu Tianqi had constructed in the past four years.

But when he wrote it, it was full of vigor and authority.

Seeing him blow dry the ink and enjoying her indescribable expression, Yu Yan could not help but ask: "You're not going to burn this?"

"Why do you want to burn it? "I'll reward you." He handed her the paper, his eyes bright, staring into hers.

Yu Yan held the paper in her hand, tearing it wouldn't work, burning it wouldn't work, so she finally spoke out after a long while, "Your highness, you should just give me some gold and silver, this is not worth much, but is easy to cause trouble for."

Yulixiao's face turned more sinister, and said coldly: "If you're afraid of trouble, then keep it safe."

Yu Yan facepalmed, this person was probably addicted to bickering with her, she should be threatening him with words, if she were to say more, she would cut her tongue and cut her wrist.

"What? Why aren't you putting it away?"

Seeing that she was still staring at the paper, he quickly pulled it back, folded it, and stuffed it into her arms.

Yu Yan was unable to dodge in time, and was forced into a corner by him.

"Why is Qiu Xuanling going over to your place?"

He put an arm around her waist and drank tea from a teacup in one hand.

"Speaking of the prince's might, she misses him greatly. I hope you'll remember that she truly loves and admires you, and that she longs for you to be like before, to love, love, and pamper her every night …" Yu Yan was so angry that she started to make up nonsense.

"Yeah, she's more sensible than you. I'll go see her tonight." How could Yulixiao not know that she was lying, and placing down the teacup, he casually said.

Yu Yan twisted her waist, and just as she was about to stand up again, he was firmly held down by both of his hands. Her back was pressed against his boiling hot chest, and every single heartbeat was quickly transmitted into her heart.

"Don't be so petty. Sit down." He rubbed her waist, took her hand in his right palm, took the brush, filled it with ink, and wrote a few words on the paper with her.

Yulixiao's words could not be described with words of tyrannical power. The hot palm gripped her hand and a line of poetry fell on the paper.

"New movements of the fish show, Yanran roaming the dragon."

The Yulixiao who possessed both martial arts and martial arts! He actually wrote such a poem and inlaid her name inside, making her the fish swimming around his dragon. Yu Yan chewed on this poem, thought for a while, then pushed his hand away and wrote a few words on the paper.

"He said that the rain was falling in the sky, and that the dragon might not win."

"Heh …" He chuckled softly, but his tone was full of pride as he said in a low voice: "Since I can become a dragon, why should I be afraid of suffering hardships?"

This man was clearly not concealing his heart of an emperor in front of her! Yu Yan didn't know if this was a blessing or a curse, she picked up the pen, and painted all of the words on the paper black, and said softly: "Since Your Highness wants to hide it, why don't you continue to hide it in front of me?"

"Didn't you want to climb the mountain of blades and descend the sea of fire for me?" He took another pen and casually drew a few strokes on the ink covered with paper before asking indifferently, "What, you want to inform me? Is the empress dowager or the emperor? "

"Jade Emperor."

Yu Yan said softly, she gently placed the brush down and pulled a clean piece of paper from the side. The soft brocade sleeve slid across the ink stone and accidentally touched a lump of ink, dragging a deep indentation on the paper.

"Mm …" "It's dirty …"

She quickly and gently pulled up her sleeves, looking somewhat vexed at the ball of ink stains. She had only worn this thin and fragrant clothes twice, and it was top quality brocade silk. Nian En had even personally embroidered a few pristine flowers for her.

"Tell Butler Fu to send you a few pieces of silk. Tell him to call the tailor to make it for you whatever you want."

Seeing her gloomy expression, Yulixiao lightly pulled open a corner of her sleeve with his two fingers, took out a brocade handkerchief and dipped it into the ink.

"Your highness has been generous."

Yu Yan pulled back her sleeves and used her handkerchief to wipe the ink. No matter what it was, without the exact same thing, even if she found the same cloth and made the same style, Nian En still wouldn't necessarily be able to weave this kind of orchid, and would always feel that it was a pity.

"Your Highness, the Mrs. Yao is here." The maidservant reported softly from outside.

Yu Yan turned his head, only to see Chen Yao holding onto a tray, standing at the entrance of the small courtyard, staring blankly in front, seeing Yu Yan turn his head, she immediately lowered her eyelashes, her figure trembling slightly, then followed the servant in.

Yu Yan held onto the table and was about to stand up, but Yulixiao still held onto her, unwilling to let her go. She turned her face slightly to the side and said softly, "She's here. Don't you care about her heart?"

"I will accept anyone who comes." He spoke lightly, his expression unmoved.

"Truly heartless. To think that she saved you and treated you and took care of you. In three years' time, she had exchanged you for such empathy." Yu Yan was a little angry, she opened his hand and quickly got up.

"Since when have they become so virtuous?" Only then did he raise his eyes and swept over her with a gaze that was neither angry nor alarmed.

"Tian Tian is virtuous." Yu Yan walked over to the side of the stove, took off the lid of the tea pot and fiercely placed a few spoonfuls of tea leaves inside.

These women who loved Yulixiao, every drop of their blood must be bitter.

"Your Highness, Miss Yu Yan."