Chapter 891

Bai Yixuan's face changed slightly, and he said in secret: This Turkic Khan is really cautious. Even the people who buy medicine have to arrange it by themselves, and never let himself interfere. Ah, I doubt my identity as a Yan citizen. Do you worry that I will take this opportunity to spread news to Yan?

"Come on, step back." Tuoba holds the road.

"I'll leave." Bai Yixuan respectfully quit the camp.

Just out of the tent, Bai Yixuan saw a man, Zhilan Yushu, looking forward to Shenghui. At such a startling glance, Bai Yixuan suddenly felt that his past years were all white.

Next to a colleague see Bai Yixuan a pair of ecstatic appearance, joked: "Hey, don't look, that is you can't get people."

Bai Yixuan wakes up and probably guesses who the man is. Who else can there be except the legendary third prince, who is richly dressed, who has extraordinary bearing, and who can freely go in and out of Khan's tent?

"I'm not sure." Bai Yixuan's lips are dyed with a playful smile and whispers.

This voice is very small, very small, colleagues did not hear, only when Bai Yixuan has admitted life.

Life goes by so fast that it's April in the blink of an eye.

It was early summer, and the plants were growing fast.

Cattle and sheep running wantonly on the grassland, the air mixed with the smell of soil and grass.

Shen Yan was not used to the smell. He always felt that there was some rotten smell in it. He would smell it every day, especially in the middle of the day when the temperature was the hottest and the taste was the most obvious.

"Ah..."

Shen Yan lay down on the bed, closed his eyes and rubbed his temples bitterly. The smell really made his skull ache.

If only it were in the state of Yan, there would be no such strange smell in the towns of the state of Yan.

Shen Yan deeply cherishes the memory of the state of Yan. Although he can't remember the past, it doesn't prevent him from imagining the benefits of the city of Yan.

"Mr. Shen Langjun, the white court ordered me to see you." The servant bowed his head and reported respectfully.

The last time Shen Yan blamed a group of servants, his prestige rose. Now the servants are very afraid of him and have a very respectful attitude.

Shen Yan frowned slightly and muttered in his heart: what does the white court judge want to do with himself?

However, the confusion turned to confusion. Shen Yan clearly remembered that the magistrate was really good-looking. Recalling the appearance of the white court judge, Shen Yan's mouth involuntarily infected with a smile, he said with a smile: "let the white court judge come in."

"Here it is." The servant stepped down respectfully and went out to the barracks to tell the truth.

After a while, the curtain was lifted by one hand. This is a good-looking hand with distinct knuckles, slender and powerful, clean and white, just like the first-class white jade.

Then a man came in calmly, and the curtain fell behind him and closed automatically. Originally just ordinary monotonous background, but because the man so a station, beautiful like a blank painting.

Shen Yan said in his heart that he was surprised. He once again sighed that the white court judge was too good-looking.

"I've met your highness." He bowed to the white porch.

This is a very interesting ceremony. It's fork hand ceremony. Fork hand ceremony is the etiquette of Yan state in the Central Plains. Turks don't use it. The latter usually put their right hand on their left chest to show respect.

Bai Yixuan's appellation is also very interesting - others call Shen Yan "Shen Lang Jun", only Bai Yixuan calls him "three Highnesses".