Early in the morning, as soon as Juya Book Store opened, Yingluo hurriedly rushed in, he handed the note in his hand to Qi Meng, and only said "Han Ziyue". Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qi Meng glanced at the numbers on the note, and his index finger habitually stroked the mustache.

"Please tell Han Gongzi on your behalf, Qi knows."

After Yingluo left, the scholar of Juya Book Company hurriedly went to the prince's mansion.

Dragon Wings received the note from his subordinates, opened it, and smiled bitterly.

"It's ten thousand taels when you open your mouth, this little girl really treats me as a rich man, it seems that I have to go find the old man!"

When Murong Yuxuan woke up, Han Yue was lying on the edge of the bed and asleep, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, thinking to himself, maybe he really scared her this time, but what to do? You're so disobedient.

"Kuroki!"

The phantom flickered, and the person had already appeared in the house.

"Murong Gongzi" Hei Mu's cold momentum has not diminished, yesterday someone actually injured Murong Gongzi in front of him, for him as the number one swordsman in the world, this is a shame!

"Nalan, you check." When Murong Yuxuan spoke, his gaze stayed on Han Yue's face, beware that she would wake up at any time, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened a little, "Chen Qi, this rough man, I will have to let him taste what it is like to be tied up in the future." Kuroki, do you have any medicine for bruises? ”

"Lan is already investigating. This is a bruise medicine from Fulong Valley. ”

Hei Mu handed a black porcelain vase to Murong Yuxuan, and Yu Guang looked at Han Yue's wrist.

Murong Yuxuan suddenly closed his eyes silently while holding the medicine bottle, and Hei Mu was surprised, and then flew away.

When Han Yue opened her eyes, the first thing she did was to check Murong Yuxuan's injuries.

"Xiaoyue" Murong Yuxuan woke up with a smirk at this moment, and the corners of his mouth stiffened when he accidentally pulled the wound on his face.

"Young master, be careful not to pull the wound, it will hurt."

Han Yue's cautious appearance made Murong Yuxuan snicker. He understands what he wants, he knows how to protect himself since he was a child, he was injured on purpose this time, in order to avoid the prince is one of the reasons, and privately for the girl in front of him, he wants to keep her, and it is best to stay an inch.

Murong Yuxuan was right, Han Yue was indeed a soft-hearted woman and very protective of her shortcomings. In the next days of recuperation, Han Yue took care of him meticulously, and the tenderness and sincerity in her eyes made people's hearts ache.

On this day, the son of the wing came. After hearing about what happened on the street, he had been trying to find a time to come, but he was entangled by the prince and couldn't pull away, so he finally got free, so he hurried over.

"Brother Yuxuan, I heard that you were injured, what happened at this time?"

The first thing Long Zhiyi saw when he stepped into the courtyard was the picture of Han Yue washing Murong Yuxuan's hair, in the afternoon sun, the apricot blossoms fluttered, the handsome boy was lying on the bench, his long black hair fell down in the basin on the ground, Han Yue squatted on the side of the basin and carefully scrubbed his hair.

For some reason, Wing Shizi felt that this picture was very dazzling!

"Brother Tsubasa is here!" Murong Yuxuan looked at Han Yue, his slender Danfeng eyes squinting and smiling.

"Don't move, I see it."

When Long Zhiyi heard Han Yue's tone, he couldn't help but wonder, I am afraid that the entire Nanwei Kingdom dares to take this woman in front of him so unexpectedly, and the funny thing is that she is just a little maid.

"Wing Shizi, you sit first." Han Yue smiled.

Murong Yuxuan lowered his eyes, and there was a shadow in his heart, when did Xiaoyue become familiar with Dragon Wing? I have taken him as a friend. I've known Dragon Wing for so many years, and I've never understood him, how can she be so innocent, and she doesn't dare to trust anyone without looking at whom.

"Brother Yuxuan, do you know who hit you that day?"

"Lan Qi'er, she said it was Concubine Lan's niece." Han Yue didn't hide the anger in her eyes, her face full of disdain.

"Lan Zhongyi's daughter! Lan Shangshu is in charge of the military department of the imperial court, and he has always been domineering, it seems that his daughter is even better! ”

Long Zhiyi weighed Lan Zhongyi's weight a few times in his heart.

"The military department? It's awesome! "Looking at their current strength, they really can't be moved, but a good woman is not in a hurry to take revenge, let's ride a donkey and read the record book, and we'll see!

"Awesome? Haha...... "What's it that is awesome?" Isn't that amazing? Dragon Wing only dared to think in his heart, and he was too straightforward to ask, afraid that he would be lonely.

"It's very dragging, very strong, very fierce!" The white cloth in Han Yue's hand kept wiping the water on Murong Yuxuan's hair, his eyes fixed on Long Zhiyi's expression, and he thought to himself, there are indeed many generation gaps between people in these two eras.

"Brother Yuxuan, I passed by the West Market today and saw a ready-to-wear store being renovated, the two-story exterior wall was tightly enclosed, and I couldn't see it at all, so strange!"

Long Zhiyi paid attention to Han Yue's expression when he said this, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything from her face.

"Brother Yi took Yuxuan to take a look, okay?" Murong Yuxuan's voice came from between the scattered hair. The big cloth in Han Yue's hand quickly rubbed Murong Yuxuan's hair, and the long strands of hair flew everywhere.

"Not good! Don't think anywhere until you're healed! ”

Listening to Han Yue's domineering tone, Long Zhiyi shook his head with a smile. Murong Yuxuan's eyes darkened a little when he saw him shaking his head, however, his chest was as sweet as stealing honey.

"Wing Shizi, it's time for you to go home!" Han Yue was very unkind, which made Dragon Wing lament, since when did this royal identity be so disregarded.

"Brother Yuxuan, do you really want to have a meal with Brother Yuxuan?"

"Aunt Rong, Aunt Rong, add vegetables!" Murong Yuxuan shouted in the direction of the kitchen.

Han Yue tied up Murong Yuxuan's hair with a calm eye, and then walked towards the kitchen. The food in Xuanyu Pavilion is getting worse and worse, and since the old lady went up the mountain to practice, this month has been even more deductible.

"Aunt Rong, if Yi Shizi wants to rub rice, let's cook two dishes casually!"

Han Yue saw that Aunt Rong was busy in the kitchen, so she stepped forward and began to help light the fire.

"How does this work? If Xiangye knew, he would have to get angry again. "Aunt Rong is also very helpless about the empty kitchen, it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, and she can't make two more if she has the heart!

Seeing that Aunt Rong was embarrassed, although Han Yue was very reluctant, she still walked towards the backyard.

At dinner, there are four dishes and one soup on the table, and the dragon's wings look at the past, and each dish is full of color, flavor, and flavor!

"Yi Shizi, these dishes are all made by Xiaoyue, flowers can also be cooked, and it is the first time that the old slave has seen it." Aunt Rong filled the rice and left.

"Then I'll have to taste it!"

Dragon's Wings sandwiched chopsticks and lily cabbage sum, secretly praising the excellent taste! This dish was the first time he had seen it, so he couldn't help but eat a few more bites.

Han Yue's chopsticks didn't stop, taking the opportunity to block the dragon's wings and not let him eat. Dragon Wings didn't seem to notice, calmly eating, and tasted lily wolfberry longan soup, the soup was delicious and fragrant.

The surprise in Murong Yuxuan's heart was rising, just like a piece of jade being polished by himself little by little, the color became more and more rounded, and the value continued to increase. However, this piece of jade is remembered, which feels bad!