Master wants to hug

Under the lamp, Yueming's eyes are as translucent as amber beads.

"Don't dare." The girl's voice was flat, but only she understood that she was flustered when she answered.

Fang Su knew that she couldn't be wrong, but she didn't ask, just smiled and went out.

Don't you like King Yan?

King Yan has no grievances or enmities with her, what's wrong with her?

Why does she dislike the prince with her little history?

She really couldn't figure out why Fang Su asked such a question, her brain ached from thinking about it, and finally decided to sleep.

Because of what happened yesterday, Yue Ming didn't practice swords with Fang Su, but went to Daying early.

The Changshi Mansion barracks is awe-inspiring, and the sounds of drills can be heard endlessly.

Several generals are under the commanding platform - as long as Fang Su lives there, only she is qualified to stand there.

"Here?" Yu Heng held a brocade box in his arms, and teased, "I thought Lord Hou would not be willing to let Mr. Chang Shi back."

"Master Yu is joking."

"Whether I'm joking or not is up to me," Yuheng said in the same tone, stuffing the brocade box into Yueming's arms, "No, keep it."

"Thank you, but, what is this?"

"Send your painting." Yu Heng smiled with his eyes bent, "Didn't Master Hou tell you?"

He Yaoyao pulled La Mengzheng's sleeve and said, "When will he be able to draw?"

Meng Zheng said: "He always will."

He Yaoyao doubted: "Just him?"

Yuheng's hands are beautiful, thin, long and white, not like a man.

He Yaoyao had only seen him holding a knife, but he really couldn't imagine what he was holding a pen.

"This painting is very precious," Yu Heng said with a smile of unknown meaning in his voice, "I would like to ask Mr. Chang Shi to show Hou Ye as well."

I'm afraid it's his purpose to show Lord Hou.

Yueming nodded slightly, indicating that he remembered.

"Master Hou is still with King Yan?" He Yaoyao said.

"Accompany me all day," Yueming replied.

"King Yan has a lot of thoughts on Lord Hou," He Yaoyao said casually, "you can tell it if you are not blind."

"A little thoughtful," Yueming paused, "What do you mean?"

"It just means looking at it." He Yaoyao said, curling his lips, "It's only Hou Ye who can feel that he has brought so many things to show off."

"Perhaps," Yu Heng said with a smile, "Master Hou's family is clear."

"Oh?"

She dared not say that Fang Su was playing hard to get.

It's a joke, who is Fang Houye interested in? With her temper, it's not enough if she doesn't snatch the person over. Does she need to play some tricks?What's more, Nayan Wang Fangsu is not boring.

Fang Su acted like this, because he didn't want to refuse directly, and the trouble was too ugly.

After all, he is Xiao Luo's younger brother, it's one thing not to be seen, but another thing to put on a good face.

"Master Hou seems to be..." Yueming was silent for a long time before he opened his mouth and said, "I don't have any deep friendship with His Royal Highness Prince Yan."

"The odd thing is that I didn't make friends with each other deeply," He Yaoyao said, "When I was away with Lord Hou, King Yan could see Lord Hou once a month, which is not bad. It's still in His Majesty's tent, when the generals are discussing matters. Where? Possibly a deep friendship?"

"Master Hou is so handsome, it's not surprising that someone falls in love at first sight." Yu Heng was still smiling.

Yueming didn't speak any more, just looked at the black armored soldier not far away, thoughtful.

There is shade under the Dianjiang platform, and few people pass by. There are a few weeds growing, and there is a purple flower on it.

He Yaoyao bent down to take it off, stroked it a few times on the head, and finally inserted it into the hair next to Meng Zheng's ear.

Mr. Meng has a very good temper. After touching it, he put his hand down.

Some people just couldn't stay idle, Yuheng took advantage of Meng Zheng's inattention, and took a long breath in his ear.

Before he retreated, Meng Zheng pinned his head.

"What are you doing?" Meng Zheng frowned.

"Smell it, and see if it smells good." Yu Heng said as it should.

The delicate man smiled and said, "Why are you so sour? Which of you came out to drink vinegar?"

He Yaoyao hugged her chest and scolded: "Nonsense, where does this come from?"

"Did Master Changshi come out to eat fish today?" Yu Heng asked solemnly.

Yue Ming didn't understand what he meant, but also answered seriously, "No."

"I thought it was my lord who got his throat stuck by a fishbone." Yu Heng blinked.

Yueming suddenly understood what he meant, and felt even more confused in his heart, just like when he was young, he stole a piece of meat in the kitchen and put it in his mouth, but was caught in the current embarrassment, so he said: " I am on official business, so I cannot accompany you."

Several people returned the gift.

Seeing that she was far away, He Yaoyao frowned and said, "What are you doing with this little girl?"

Yuheng said with a smile: "The days are long and you are always bored. Isn't it just a reason to have some fun?"

He Yaoyao said: "Just wait, if Lord Hou finds out about this, you won't be able to pull out your tongue and I and your surname."

"Will you talk to Master Hou?"

"I..." He Yaoyao was stunned, and said, "Why should I tell Lord Hou?"

"Meng Mutou won't talk to Lord Hou anymore," Yu Heng tore off the flowers from Meng Zheng's ears, "Then what am I afraid of?"

"I mean, Yueming is angry, go tell Lord Hou."

"If she really goes to tell Hou Ye, with Hou Ye's temper, she still has to ask, 'Since it's a joke, why are you angry?' Then come and punish me," the flower is in his hand, the flower is purple, which looks like his More bluntly, "She won't."

"Based on how many murder stories you told her when she was a child?"

Yu Heng sighed: "Stupid, hopeless. How can a man as intelligent as me be a colleague of yours?"

He ran away after speaking, which was very exciting.

He Yaoyao missed him, so angrily kicked the foundation of the platform a few times.

Yuheng played with flowers, thinking, she won't do it.

Because, Fang Su will definitely ask.

How will Yueming answer?

Why get mad at a joke?

Because... guilty conscience.

Yuheng put the flowers on himself, and sang in tune: "If Yingtai is a female red makeup, would Brother Liang be willing to match mandarin ducks?"

The man's voice was slightly hoarse, accompanied by the sound of the wind, it was extremely desolate.

A cool female voice came from not far away, and said harshly: "I don't want to, get out!"

Yueming went back to the mansion and opened the painting, only to find that the person in the painting was Fang Su.

Fang Houye's black armor and blood sword, ink hair flying, a long and narrow wound in front of his eyes, adding a bit of fierceness and evil spirit.

Yuheng What does this mean?

she thought so.

But the painting was so realistic that she almost doubted that Fang Su was really in the brocade box.

She turned the painting around, and behind it was the snow-white paper.

Is Yuheng really free enough to paint Zhang Fangsu's portrait for her?Let Fang Su appreciate the painting, okay?

Doesn't she look good in real life?Why not look at the painting?

Yueming spread the painting flat on the table and touched it inch by inch.

She was doing it for official business, but she still blushed.

There is no other reason, but the painting is so good.

If this is really a master...

Yueming raised her hand and gave herself a moment.

If this is really a master, how dare you be so presumptuous?she thought.

But if this is really a master, she...

The author has something to say: Thank you Qing らかな servant little angel for mine.

Thanks to the diamond little angel for the grenade.