Chapter 2320

The talking man was dressed in a dark purple brocade robe with gold thread wrapped on the edge. The robe was a Pengcheng Wanli pattern embroidered by the top embroiderer. The ROC spread its wings, stepped on the dark blue stone pattern, and a pair of eyes were as sharp as if they were alive.

Just from the clothes, we can see that he must be a rich young man.

In addition to his bright clothes, this man also looks like a handsome young man. Let alone in the remote area of Taohua village. Even if he went to Kyoto, it would be a top one.

He holds the folding fan in one hand and taps his palm gently. His lips are frivolous with three points. His eyes fall in the small yard not far away, but he speaks to the people beside him.

When Yan Liang heard his words, he calmly took back his eyes and rubbed his long jade like fingers on the white jade wine cup. If he didn't care, it would be difficult to separate his hands from the white jade like color.

The skin color is too close to be separated.

"Boring."

The flesh color thin lips light opens, two words burst out from the lips teeth. As he spoke, he could not stir up the slightest waves on his face. His eyelashes were light and long, and his narrow Phoenix eyes were even more alienated. That pair of eyes with a gray tone, which makes people look timid.

One of his long green hair was tied on his head with a white jade crown. He was wearing a White Satin Robe with a simple pattern and embroidered with patterns like green bamboo.

Only careful people can see that in the blue, the handy embroiderer kneaded the silver thread and went in. In the action, the green bamboo and the fallen leaves seemed to float with the wind.

When the man in purple heard his words, he was not annoyed, but nodded and smiled, "yes, when did the second son of the banquet mention interest in something? If you want to say something interesting from your mouth, I'm afraid it's more difficult than going to heaven! "

Yan Liang shook his head and put the cup on the stone table.

"You must come with me this time. Now that I am all right, it's time for you to go back, barren water."

Huang Ze is the man in purple.

Hearing Yan Liang's words, he pretended to be hurt and covered his heart. His eyebrows were twisted into pimples, as if he was looking at Yan Liang like a heartless man.

"I've followed you all the way from Yanjing to here. You'd better not come here for two days. Did you drive me away?"

From the appearance, Huang Ze belongs to the masculine type of man. He has a long stature and a firm brow. If he is forced to give him an adjective, he is the general who went to the battle to kill the enemy.

It's a pity that what he has done now is really hot.

However, there is no one else here. Yan Liang's consistent disposition is weak, and he will never be given a smile. Even if he saw his resentment like a woman, a pair of ink like eyebrows, also did not wrinkle.

"Jingli has sent me a letter. It's a waste of water. It's enough for me to have a little temper."

Yan Liang's tone was light and light, overflowing from his lips and teeth, as if he would soon dissipate with the wind. That is, Huang Ze, used to his character, can easily capture the meaning of his words.

After the Western son's action of holding his heart, he sat down on the stone chair, and his eyes fell on the small yard.

"Yan Liang, sometimes I envy these ordinary people. I can do what I want to do. My family and Meimei are very good..."

"Hiss --"

Huang Ze was in a sad mood, but a hiss made his little melancholy disappear without trace.

"Yan Liang!"