In order not to be disturbed, Han Zhao's specially selected pavilion today is half hidden behind the bamboo forest, and most of the guests pass by in front of them, and they will not come to them in particular, that is, they only hear their voices, and do not see their shadows, and do not disturb each other.

However, nothing is absolute, Yan Saburo only finished shaving half an orange brew, and more than ten young men and women bypassed the bamboo forest and went to the water's edge.

Thirty zhang away, there is a larger pavilion, also half facing the lake.

The white cat raised his eyes, and when he saw the more than ten men and women in fresh clothes and handsome faces, he knew that they were all children of the family, and they were only sixteen or seventeen years old. The breeze blew, sending laughter and laughter to Yan Saburo's ears.

The boy doesn't know what it's like to be sad. The white cat yawned, they were all seventeen or eighteen teenagers, they were so cheerful, cheerful and energetic, how could her Yan Xiaosan look like a young man and an old man?

Han Zhao was sitting with his back to this group of people, they couldn't see the face of the Protector, and Yan Saburo didn't even raise his eyes. However, there was a girl in white in the crowd, and her eyes inadvertently swept over the small pavilion from the surface of the lake and fell on Yan Saburo.

She just glanced at it in a hurry, but after taking two steps, she turned her head again, first stared at Yan Saburo carefully for a few times, and then looked at the white cat lying on the bar, and suddenly let out a "huh".

A group of people walked forward, and she stopped and fell.

"Miss Liu, let's go. The young man next to her greeted her, but she hesitated in place, with a few hesitations on her face, "Wait, wait, that person ......"

She looked straight at Yan Saburo, took a deep breath, and suddenly walked over quickly.

"Please, may I ask—" She stammered as soon as she spoke, and subconsciously brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, "Are you Qinglebo?"

The cat rolled its eyes.

Yan Saburo nodded and looked at her, "Hello, why do you serve?"

Miss Liu has a goose egg face, her eyes are big and bright, and her white and tender little face is red at this time, and Yan Saburo can hear her heartbeat fast and thumping.

"I didn't expect to see you here!" Miss Liu covered her chest with one hand, her face full of joy, "My ancestor Liu Chuanfang often talks about Qinglebo's past deeds, and I and we all admire it!"

When Han Zhao heard this, he couldn't help but smile, "It turned out to be Liu Gong's granddaughter." ”

When Miss Liu saw him, she was immediately taken aback, bowed her head and saluted, "I don't know that the Lord Protector is here, it's rude!"

"It doesn't matter. Han Zhao waved his hand and said magnanimously, "The little girl only has Yan Shichu in her eyes, and this is not the first time." ”

Miss Liu's face turned even redder, but the cat snorted and began to grind its claws on the scarlet stalk, sizzling, and there were a few more white marks on the vermilion stalk.

Yan Saburo glanced at it and asked Miss Liu, "How did you recognize me?"

He has dealings with politics and business, but he doesn't like to socialize, and the children of a family like this rarely intersect.

"Two years ago, I had a relationship with Qing Lebo at General Shi's banquet. Miss Liu whispered, "I didn't dare to admit it, but I remember your white cat, when it knocked over the bottle." ”

At this time, the cat is holding its two front paws and half eyes, and the wind blows its long hair, which is lazy.

As soon as she said this, Yan Saburo had an impression, and couldn't help but chuckle, "Yes, Qianqian knocked over a vinegar bottle that day." ”

At that time, he went to Shicong Yifu for a banquet, and not long after he was promoted, there were many officials who came to congratulate him, and there were many young girls with their families. Later, Shi Congyi got married, and his wife was chosen from among the daughters of the family who were present that day.

Yan Saburo didn't have much memory of the other women, because he had just sat down and eaten a few dishes, and the cat became naughty, knocking over the bottle of vinegar, and the black vinegar juice was splashed on the hem of his clothes.

It just so happened that he was still wearing white that day, and now the clothes are like the freehand of ink painting.

Yan Saburo is no longer informal, and he is embarrassed to sit for a long time. He was not accustomed to changing into other people's clothes, so he had to get up and take his leave.

Looking back now, he vaguely realized that Chitose probably didn't like that there were so many twenty-eight beauties on the scene.

Most of the time when his face was expressionless, this smile was beautiful, and even his usually slightly sharp eyes became soft. Miss Liu's face turned even redder when she saw it, lowered her head and took out a folding fan from her arms and said, "This is the fan I painted yesterday, can Qing Lebo inscribe a few words for me?"

Seeing this, other young men and women also surrounded and saluted Han Zhao. The Lord Protector is here, and they don't dare to talk and laugh like no one else before.

Miss Liu opened the fan, and it was painted with a cold plum in the snow. The plum branches are strong, the buds are like them, and they are quite powerful.

This theme is very common in today's landscape paintings, but there are two more silver-throated long-tailed on the plum branches, which are round and cute, like glutinous rice dumplings. The cold of the wind and snow in the painting seems to have been driven away a lot by them.

Another girl said, "Sister Liu, why do you still keep these two, Master Xu has commented before, saying that they are bad for the cold in the painting." ”

This girl is about the same age as Miss Liu, with a sharper chin and a brighter face. After she finished speaking, she turned to Yan Saburo and smiled, "Qinglebo, you don't know anything......"

Before she finished speaking, Yan Saburo stretched out his hand to Miss Liu, "pen and ink." ”

"Ahh

The maid hurriedly sent the pen inkstone, and Miss Liu personally took water and sharpened the ink for Yan Saburo.

The girl was hung on her face, her face flushed, but Yan Saburo ignored her, and only asked Miss Liu, "I haven't seen Lord Liu for a long time, how is he doing lately?"

In the past, Han Zhao's army pressed under the city of Shengyi, and the king of the avant-garde had fled to Chilu Mountain with the nobles and nobles, but many courtiers, including Liu Chuanfang, still stayed and vowed to live and die with Shengyi. Later, Xiao Mi ascended the throne and screened the old ministers, because Liu Chuanfang was upright and undignified, Xiao Mi ignored his previous suspicions, and promoted him to an official, achieving a good story.

Yan Saburo was not an official in the court, and he didn't meet Liu Chuanfang often, but he had a good impression of him.

"Good. Miss Liu's eyes were shining, "My ancestor got up early every day to punch, and I also ate five mutton buns this morning." ”

Yan Saburo "Good body, good food." ”

As she spoke, the maid had finished grinding the ink. Yan Saburo lifted the pen, gave two lines on the side of the fan painting, and then signed his real name.

The young man who had just called out to stop Miss Liu was originally looking at Yan Sanlang with a peek, his face was slightly unconvinced, but when he saw his handwriting, he couldn't help but be slightly moved.

All the young men and women also praised "good words, good words!"

Words are like people, but they are not just handsome.

Miss Liu carefully took the fan and dried it, and said happily, "Thank you Yan Gongzi!"

She used to be called "Qingle Bo", but now she is called Yan Gongzi. Yan Saburo just didn't notice it, smiled and nodded.