Chapter 12 Yan Jing

As the two were talking, they saw Chu Yunshang coming out of the hall with several noble ladies. It was only today that Yan Luan saw clearly the Chu girl who always likes to trip her up with Yan Fei.

Just now, Chu Yunshang had been serving Empress Dowager Chu. Yan Luan vaguely looked at her side and thought she was a beauty. When she came over, she realized that she was comparable to Yan Fei. However, Chu Yunshang was even more glamorous, probably because she was so arrogant that she looked a little arrogant.

Oh, the man’s clothes today are really amazing. Looks like a man’s style, tsk.

Qi and Yàn have never had a good relationship. Whether it was Princess Yongkang or Yan Luan, they always liked the song. Chu Yunshang grabbed this and wanted to damage Yan Luan, but he never expected that Yan Luan didn't even bother to give her eyes, and pulled Jiang Fuyuan and walked away from her...

Leaving Chu Yunshang stood there, his beautiful face twisting in an instant!

After walking far away, Jiang Fuyuan pulled Yan Luan and was so angry that she was so angry: Haha, I said you are so good, you just left like this, you are not angry yet, you are so disgraceful.

Yan Luan hummed: If she hadn't pushed the original owner into the pool, we probably would have... Forget it, let's not mention it. I heard that the Imperial Garden in the Palace is very good, so go and have a look.

Wait, I remembered something and wanted to go back to the main hall to tell my mother, "You go there first, I'll come to you later."

After saying that, Jiang Fuyuan lifted up her skirt and ran towards the main hall, without the appearance of a lady at all.

The jumping look made Yan Luan laugh. She had been lifting her skirt like this several times before, but when Princess Yongkang saw it, she scolded her.

The inner official led the way and sent Yan Luan to the Imperial Flower Garden. In midsummer, all flowers bloomed. Yan Luan, who had always loved flowers, sent him to admire him alone. After walking through the vermilion corridor, he heard a sound of striking and the man's noise.

She hurriedly hid under the pear tree behind the corridor and found that there was a royal war in the empty field not far away. It was Emperor Ling of Qi who was playing the game of throwing pots. Seeing a young man throwing a arrow in his hand fell one meter away from the golden pot, the young men present were all worried and wanted to punish him for wine.

This is the first time Yan Luan has seen this game of throwing pot. She has only watched it in history books or TV before. The aristocratic game originated from the stuttering ceremony tests accuracy and strength. It seems that several people have never scored, and they are laughing in the audience, and Yan Luan doesn't want to watch it more.

Just as I was about to turn around and leave, I suddenly heard a thick male voice piercing through the sky.

Change the pot and get the arrow.

Yan Luan couldn't walk and said, not only with muscle control, but also with voice control...

This man's voice is strong and has a low voice, which is exactly the style she likes.

Unfortunately, from her perspective, she could only vaguely see a tall and tall figure standing next to the imperial guard of Emperor Qi Ling.

Eighty-mostly a handsome man...

As soon as the golden Guaner pot was put on, Yan Luan held her breath. The pot with two ears separated was the most difficult to throw, but the man's subordinate moved gently and the two arrows in his hand shot out.

Continuous and concise!

Yan Luan took a breath of air conditioning. It would be great if someone else threw a message to you, but he could even get to the point of being in the middle of his ears at once!

Not to mention her, the young masters present were shocked. After a second or two, Emperor Qi Ling reacted first, got up, clapped his hands and laughed: Haha, as powerful as a cousin, I am ashamed of myself!

The prince should be the leader.

Cousin!

Those who can be called cousin by Emperor Qi Ling can count them with five fingers, and those who are cousin or prince...

Yan Luan's face suddenly turned ugly, and suddenly a terrible gaze swept towards her.

ah!Discovered!She lifted the frosty hem of the skirt, and ran towards the back hall of the corridor with the sharp eyes.

She really didn't expect that she would see Yan Jing so soon, but unfortunately she didn't see what she looked like. She ran a little too quickly, breathing like an orchid, panting under the cherry tree.

Suddenly, there were heavy footsteps behind him. Yan Luan supported the tree trunk with one hand and covered her uncomfortable chest with the other, turning her head away.

The first thing to think is a pair of vermilion-edged dragon python official boots, and upwards is the top-grade prince's red-robed official robe. The four-clawed dragon embroidered with gold thread flies in the clouds. Under the purple silk yarn, a white jade belt with a circle of rubies can be seen vaguely embedded under the outer robe, which is extremely luxurious.

When Yan Luan saw the man's face clearly, he was stunned...

According to unofficial history, Emperor Wu of Qi Yan Jing was eight feet tall, with a jade face, a beautiful man who was sought after by many women in Qi. When he saw him today, Yan Luan was completely convinced.

Historical books are truly not to deceive me!

A Luan, I just saw you hiding there, why did you run away?

At this moment, the two of them were approaching, and Yan Jing's voice was even more pleasant, but it was less majestic than before. It was probably his only doting on Yan Luan.

Unlike Yan Tao, who was cold-faced and frosty, Yan Jing's smile made people feel like a spring breeze. He was too gentle and elegant, and he didn't look like a reckless man in marching and fighting, but he was just those eyes that were somewhat similar to Yan Luan, and the fierce aura that could not be hidden in his deep pupils.

Big, big brother...

Yan Luan Luo's calves under her skirt were a little weak, and Yan Jing's aura was too imposing. Even though he looked elegant and handsome, she felt more scared than Yan Tao.

What's wrong with A Luan?In the past, when I saw my elder brother, wouldn’t I rush over?Why did I suddenly become much more well-behaved?

Yan Jing came over a few steps, and his invisible vision swept across Yan Luan's undulating chest without any trace. The place was too tightly tied, and during his rapid breathing, he could only see a white cleavage surging.

Yan Luan, who subconsciously took a step back half a step, smiled dryly: Ha, I am also a big girl now, and my mother said she can't always stick to her brothers.

Her slender waist and back were pressed against the trunk of the cherry blossom tree. Yan Luan, who could not retreat, became anxious. As Yan Jing got closer, her two deep dimples were thrusting lightly, and her fan-like eyelashes trembled slightly.

Yan Jing seemed not to notice her fear, and a tall figure stood in front of her. Only then did Yan Luan realize that the height difference between the two was so different. She was just in front of his chest, and the majestic manly aura invaded her breath.

Suddenly, Yan Jing stretched out his hand and touched Yan Luan's chest...

Big brother!

Yan Luan was so scared that she could not avoid it. She could only turn her head and close her eyes and tremble. After a long time, a chuckle came from her ear. It seemed that she had been lit at the collarbone, and there was nothing else.

My Aluan is getting less and less courageous.

Yan Luan opened her eyes tremblingly, her pink and jade-like little face was pale. She slowly turned her head and found that Yan Jing's fingertips were twisting a cherry blossom petal, as if it was taken from her collarbone. Looking at Yan Jing with a bright smile, Yan Luan immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

I have to say that he was so beautiful when he twisted his long fingers with pink petals!

Suddenly, the clear joints, thin and vigorous fingers pinched Yan Luan's jaw, and raised it slightly with a bit of chill.

What is A Luan afraid of? Huh?

He spewed out of the man's mouth with a faint smell of wine. The raised tail sound was joking and dangerous. When Yan Luan's little face was as blue as the morning glow reflected in snow, he rubbed Yan Luan's temples and supported it on the trunk. His powerful figure completely took the girl into his arms.

Perhaps because of the excessive force under the palm, a tree of cherry blossoms were flying.

Yan Luan was completely stupid...