The white fur in the arms of the young man in white can't tell what kind of animal it is, but it has a little red on its head, and it looks very good.

"Welcome home!"

"Welcome home!"

The guards and subordinates outside the palace knelt down and saluted.

Although their voices were not loud, the white hairball in the arms of the white-clothed young man moved uneasily.

The young man is Jiang Lan'an, the son of the Marquis of Wu'an.

His picturesque face couldn't help but evoke a demonic smile, he reached out to stroke the hair of the little fox in his arms, and teased in a nice voice: "You are too timid." ”

The little fox seemed to understand human speech, and it raised its head and stared at Jiang Lan'an with a pair of big black round eyes.

The young man's picturesque face is handsome, and his temperament is even more gentle and elegant, and it is extremely luxurious.

At this time, Jiang Lan'an can be called a sentence: Mo is like jade, and the gentleman is unparalleled.

The little fox looked at Jiang Lan'an ignorantly, then found a comfortable position in his arms, raised his tail and circled his body and closed his eyes.

Seeing this, Jiang Lan'an said helplessly in a clear and elegant voice: "Little guy, you are not only timid, but also very lazy." ”

The answer to him was that the little fox's tail moved slightly.

"Shizi, the master and the lady are waiting for you in the front hall."

Just as Jiang Lan'an was standing on the little fox in his arms, Xuanwu stood silently beside him.

In fact, he knew that with Shizi's current skills, it was impossible to say that he had not discovered him, but it could only be said that the other party had known that he was here.

Hearing this, Jiang Lanan raised his eyes to look at Xuanwu not far away, and the curvature of the corners of his lips did not let go.

He smiled with his eyebrows and eyes, and his smile made all the women in the capital unforgettable, if it weren't for his unattainable identity, I am afraid that the women in Beijing would come to the door to propose relatives and line up around the capital.

Jiang Lanan asked: "Mother and father hurriedly recalled, but what happened in the house?" ”

He knew that Xuanwu's mouth was very strict, and the question might be very small, but he still wanted to ask.

Xuanwu clenched his fists and said in a low voice: "Shizi, you will know when you go to see your master and wife." ”

Sure enough, it was hard to pry something out of his mouth.

Jiang Lanan didn't mind, he hugged the little fox who slept comfortably in his arms, and walked towards the front hall with elegant steps.

……

After Chen Mengtian finished speaking, Ning Er raised her eyes and looked at her and Jiang Zebei in confusion.

"Father, Mother, are you leaving so soon?"

She has long known that the two of them are going to go on a tour of the mountains and rivers, and she has been waiting for her and her brother to grow up all these years, waiting for them to be alone in the house.

As early as after the family returned to Beijing, the uncle (Jiang Yurui) left the mansion with his aunt and stayed in another mansion in Beijing.

Uncle has an official position, and the emperor gave him a mansion early in the morning, if it weren't for his father's disappearance, there would be no one in the Hou Mansion, and he wouldn't have been staying in the Hou Mansion.

Chen Mengtian stroked Ning'er's hair, and said with a smile on the corner of her lips: "Well, I'm already packing my bags, and I'll leave in a few days." ”

"Would you like to take me with my brother?" Ning'er shook her arm and began to be coquettish.

"Then you don't think about the marriage with the emperor?"

One sentence instantly silenced Ning'er.

She lowered her eyes, hiding the look in her eyes.

It is undeniable that when she heard Han Yongrui's self-love, she felt a trace of joy in her heart.

No one knows how complicated and sad she felt when she learned that the women outside the palace were carried in one after another and accompanied her playmates who once belonged to her alone.