Chapter 41 Past

When Yan Luan woke up, she was sleeping on the soft bed in the bedroom. Her whole body was sore and tight. She only vaguely remembered that Yan Jing was pressing hard into the pool. The huge dragon was fiercely in and out of the lower body. Until he ejaculated a few times, she finally fainted.

During this period, her pleading and moans were intertwined in his heavy breathing, and when I think of it, I still feel ashamed to look on my face...

Can the old man have a meal?

She slept for a long time this time, and it was almost evening. She looked at the maid who was looking down at the questioning maid, and asked softly: Where is the prince?

When he returned to the old master, the prince had already returned to Yecheng, saying that there was an urgent task in the court, so he asked the old master to have a regular meal.

Back to the city?Yan Luan was sad for a moment, then waved his hand depressedly: Let's order the kitchen to send some chicken porridge.

……

For several days, Yan Jing and Yan Tao disappeared. However, Jiang Fuyuan asked the messenger of the Jiang family to send many small gifts from the accompanying staff, and there were also several letters, talking about how beautiful the beautiful scenery was, while showing off the progress of his relationship with Emperor Ling of Qi.

It is not difficult to see between the lines that Jiang Fuyuan was touching true love. Yan Luan sighed, hoping that they could have a good ending.

When Yan Tao returned to the imperial village, he was meeting Yan Luan learning embroidery with the female master in Xiufang. A cool couch was placed under the prosperous cherry blossom trees, and the falling flowers were flying. The beautiful girl in the couch was graceful and graceful. She was concentrating on her embroidery needle slowly, making people almost reluctant to speak out to disturb the tranquility.

He felt inexplicably familiar with such a scene.

Let’s change the crimson embroidery thread, you must change the needle here…

After taking a light step, Yan Tao stood behind Yan Luan. A cold look stopped everyone from paying respects, so that Yan Luan, who was determined to change lines, never noticed him.

A Luan’s pearl crabapple flowers are well embroidered.

Yan Luan, who was pushing the embroidery needle into the silk face, was startled and almost knocked over the embroidery platform. She turned around and stared at Yan Tao unhappily, and said coquettishly: You can just scream louder, just scare me to death.

Yan Tao touched his nose awkwardly. He was indeed joking, but he didn't expect to scare his Jiao Baoer. He hurriedly sat beside Yan Luan, stretched out his long arms and hugged her wolf in his arms.

How did you learn these for no reason?

The servants were very tactful and quickly retreated from the yard with their heads down.

Have nothing to do, pass the time.Unable to push and shovate his brute forceful embrace, Yan Luan had to quietly nestle in his hot arms.

Yan Tao's cold face became much softer. He took advantage of the opportunity to kiss Yan Luan's peach cheeks and stroked her fingers to finish the begonia embroidered face. Although it was not extremely fine, it was also quite good.

It’s better to make it into a purse, I’ve been missing this recently.

Yan Luan was slightly stunned. She only learned something without any trouble, and she didn't think about what to do after embroidery. The brown silk is suitable.

He shrank away from Yan Tao's thin lips kissing: Don't bite my ears, it's so itchy, you can give it to you if you want it, but I won't mess with you.

Purse and jade are the favorite styles of the nobles today, but unfortunately Yan Luan has not had time to learn it yet.

I can.

Unexpectedly, Yan Tao said this. Yan Luan looked at him hesitantly in his arms, his face full of distrust. The beautiful eyes that cut out water made Yan Tao press her to kiss her, and sucked her pink elixir lips so smoothly that it covered his smell, and then let go of Yan Luan, who was about to suffocate.

When I was a child, there was a woman from Jiangnan in the tribe. She was originally a master from Xiulou. She had a husband and a daughter, but she was not lucky because of her beauty and was captured by soldiers to the northern border. Every day, I secretly sent her goat milk and saw her making friends and saying that she could change some food to the shops in Tucheng. Over time, I could see it.

Needless to say, the woman's life must be bleak. This was the first time Yan Luan heard Yan Tao mention life outside the border. Her cold side face was a little lonely, and her arms around her waist were inexplicably tightened halfway.

What happened later?How is she doing?She was a little curious about that pretty woman for no reason.

I was eleven years old that year. Northern Qi sent troops to attack the tent of King Mohar. The barbarians were defeated. I don’t know who made the idea and arrested all the Qi people from the top ten tribes and prepared to send them to the battlefield as a shield. At that time, I learned martial arts with the warriors of the tribe, but I was too young.

He paused slightly, and Yan Luan hurriedly asked: What?what happened?

Many Qi people in the tribe were raped. When they heard that the barbarian was going to catch people, they prepared to escape together. When the wet nurse took me to the grassland outside Moxi City, she was about to enter the territory of Northern Qi, but she met a barbarian cavalry. In the chaos, the woman was hacked to death by the barbarian in order to save me.

Because of the woman's rescue, he survived and fled into Northern Qi with his wet nurse. He returned to Yecheng for a year and knocked on the gate of the Huaiyin Marquis Mansion...

Yan Luan looked at the faint coldness on his face, probably remembering the pretty woman again. She couldn't help but ask curiously: Why didn't the wet nurse bring you back in her early years?

Why did the second son of the dignified Huaiyin Marquis' Mansion leave the barbarians for twelve years?Unfortunately, the wet nurse died of serious illness after being sent back to Yan Jing, and Princess Yongkang was not allowed to talk about these things again.

Yan Tao followed the girl's hair in his palm and said coldly: When the war was in chaos, the wet nurse held me and fell into the chaos army. She was injured and forgot everything. She was taken back to the tribe by the barbarians and distributed it to a shepherd as his wife. It was not until she fled back to Northern Qi that she remembered the incident by chance.

I see……

OK, let’s not talk about this.

In the past few days, Yan Tao was called "Trial" by Yan Jing, and threw him into the military camp for several days and beat him for half a month. He made a name for a little overlord. It was rare that he would return to Zhuangzi to see Yan Luan when he had time today.

After asking the maid to pick the jade beads and ice silk to flow light, Yan Jing sat next to Yan Luan and started to play with his heart. It was very strange to Yan Luan.

This cold-faced pervert can do such meticulous work, isn’t it fun?

A Luanruo looked at me again, don’t say that I was going to use beastly means again.

After holding it in for half a month, he didn't get along with Yan Luan. The man who was full of energy would have been unable to help it. If it weren't for the sunshine that would be suitable for cultivating feelings, he would have wanted to grab her and press it under him and fuck her, and make her cry hard.

Yan Luan knew him well and quickly turned his mind to the embroidery platform, and by the way, he was a little far away from him, for fear that he would have a hungry wolf to eat or something.

Unlike the thick threads in the woman's hands in her memory, what he turned into was an ice silk thread worth hundreds of gold and ten feet of gold in his hand. I remember that the woman sighed at the style of Jiangnan and talked about the precious things in the world.

Yan Tao's mind was still echoing in his mind, how did he swear that he would bring the most expensive silk thread to her so that she could tie the most beautiful columbine, and she always smiled quietly and said she would wait...

The eyes fell on Yan Luan again unconsciously. The girl who had been fond of her life had a beautiful beauty that no one could match.

When crying, it is like a pear blossom with rain; when smiling, it is also charming and stunning.

Her every frown and smile had already occupied his empty-minded heart for many years.

And now, she was sitting beside him, well-behaved and with a hint of jumping vigilance. As long as she gently stretched out her hand, she could never escape from his arms.