Wei Yangmou

Carrying Han Yan all the way out of the palace gate, this posture was very strenuous, but he didn't feel tired when he walked all the way, the weight of Han Yan, an adult man, was like a feather in his arms, and he didn't feel the slightest effort .

He couldn't help but weigh the person.

Han Yan's eyelashes trembled, her eyelids opened a crack, and then closed tightly again.

Laughter: "If you don't want to wake up, I'll carry you back like this."

Han Yan's face couldn't help being stained with crimson, she opened her eyes and looked at him nonchalantly, supported his shoulders with both hands, and jumped off by herself: "The minister is guilty..."

Holding him by the shoulders to help him up, he teased and said, "What's the crime?"

Han Yan stepped back uncomfortably, he was not asleep just now, and he woke up as soon as he entered the main hall, but it was really difficult to open his eyes at that time, otherwise the emperor would be dissatisfied even if he was right.

Being helpless and kissing me are still different.

But in the end, she was still tired after walking such a long distance with him in her arms. Han Yan was speechless, her face was flushed by herself, and her eyes were fixed on the ground three inches in front of her feet, as if there was something terrible there. generally.

Seeing Han Yan in such embarrassment, she only felt like it in her heart.Even, as long as he is no longer that ashamed and resigned, he will like it.

I just knew that this person had the problem of becoming angry from embarrassment when he was a teenager, and it would not be good to continue teasing this person, so he softened his voice, pulled Han Yan, and let him stick tightly to his body: "Let me see, what is wrong with him?" Injured?"

It's just a big audience, but it's not easy for him to do this.

Han Yan adjusted her mood and shook her head lightly: "Han Yan is fine, Your Highness doesn't need to worry about it."

This sentence is not just a question, nor is it intended to listen to Han Yan's side of the story. The current Han Yan is really not credible to him.

"So, go back to the house first."

Said, Han Yan responded, because the two horses were still watched by the servants at the door, it was a pity that Han Yan could no longer be carried on the back.

"The night is getting dark, let's ride together." Throwing the rein in his hand to the servant again, he paced to Han Yan's side, grabbed the saddle under his crotch, kicked his foot, and sat firmly behind Han Yan, halfway through Han Yan. Wrapped in my arms.

This posture is also very intimate, but Han Yan had many friends in her previous life, and she often rode with others, and she didn't feel awkward until she was riding the horse, but her head rested heavily on his shoulder, and her warm breath sprayed on his face. He just felt uncomfortable.

In the howling cold wind, he returned home with a hot face.

Han Cheng was guarding the door. Seeing that the two came back unharmed, he breathed a long sigh of relief. After paying respects and greetings, he hurried to the kitchen to deliver the meals. His face was beaming, and his mood became better when he saw people.

"Brother, you are interesting."

Han Yan chuckled lightly: "Han Cheng grew up in a village in the countryside. He has a wild temper and doesn't learn the rules well, but I like his easy-going temperament."

Raising eyebrows: "What do you like?"

Han Yan only thought that he didn't hear clearly, so she repeated it again. Before she finished speaking, she saw that the look in her eyes gradually changed, with some danger and some threats, but she was getting closer and closer. I have a strong sense of guilty conscience, but I don't understand what I did wrong and why I feel guilty.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..."

He asked again, "Say, what do you like?"

Han Yan froze for a moment, as if her brain had been opened by something, she suddenly realized what this Highness was up to.

It's just that I know that I know, and I know how to appease the person in front of me, but he really can't say it, the words just now were just words without intention, so there is no need to be so preoccupied...

Han Yan was very helpless at the sudden narrow-mindedness, but she felt happy in her heart, her complexion became tangled again, her eyes were ignorant and helpless, making her heart itch.He closed his eyes and collected himself before suppressing the eagerness that surged up to him.

"Let's eat first."

Taking a step back, Han Yan thought she had been burned, so she took two steps back, turned her head and coughed twice, and when she turned around again, she was already calm and calm like a gentleman.

Laughing softly, Han Yan's body froze, she didn't bother to turn her head to look at him, and hurried to the dining room, and it was very hard work to maintain the calm demeanor of the son of the aristocratic family.It was thanks to the fact that the dress on her body was not a cumbersome skirt.Otherwise, a fall is inevitable.

Perhaps because of the reward today, the mansion was very happy, even though there were only a few servants who showed up, it didn't look deserted.

Han Yan stood at the entrance of the dining room, did not take a seat, shook his head, every time Han Yan behaved so politely, he decided to feel sad, although the feeling was not strong, it was like needle pricks, fine and numb, difficult to ignore.

He took Han Yan's hand, pushed him to sit on the long table, and then sat cross-legged beside him.

Han Cheng was standing behind him holding long chopsticks, and it seemed that he was going to serve the two of them for dinner. He glanced at him, and Han Yan's words "I like his easy-going temperament" sounded in his ears, and he couldn't help but sink his face.

"Go down..."

He waved his hand, Han Cheng quickly put the chopsticks in Han Yan's hand, and retreated neatly.

Instead, he was taken aback, this person is so obedient?

He couldn't help but glanced at Han Yan, who was very calm. He took the chopsticks and wanted to give them to the cloth, but he stopped him halfway, took the chopsticks away from his hand, and held the back of his hand, caressing him once and for all.

"did you mean?"

Han Yan looked up, then lowered her eyes: "Your Highness is the lord of a... mansion, Han Cheng should follow His Highness's orders."

He wanted to sigh again, but held back, he should only be thankful, God gave him such a chance, he had to keep in mind his original intention, he would rather lose the world than live up to this person.

Han Yan felt something soft and warm on the back of her hand, and when she looked up, she realized that she was kissing the back of his hand.

He twitched, it was just a symbolic movement, and he didn't use much force at all, and the corners of his mouth were also slightly curved, and his expression looked a little happy.

Suddenly, when the two of them were alone, Han Yan also liked such intimacy.

Of course, it's not necessarily that he doesn't like being in public, but it's just that he has kept the rules for too long, so it's inevitable that he won't be able to let go.

It's not like him. After decades of being an emperor, he has long developed a temperament of doing whatever he wants. He doesn't allow others to comment on what he says or does.

"Let Hancheng go buy some peppers tomorrow. Since His Highness likes it, the mansion should always have it."

After all, Han Yan was a little uncomfortable. Now her face was reddish, and she became more and more shameless. She didn't care about it. Hearing this, she said: "It's cold in the north, and spicy can drive away the cold. Let Han Cheng go and ask about it." If the method of planting that thing can be used, it will be popularized, and the road is far away, if it is only for the appetite, it will be a waste of people and money."

Han Yan's face froze, as if she felt that the words were accusing herself of being too extravagant, and she couldn't speak for a while, not knowing what to say.

He picked up food for him, seeing that he was in a daze and didn't know how to eat, so he raised the chopsticks and brought it to his mouth.

Only then did Han Yan come back to her senses, took a look, opened her mouth and swallowed the food, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Your Highness..."

Finally found out that something was wrong with him, after thinking about it, he never figured out what went wrong, so he stopped thinking about it, but in his heart he was very displeased at the fact that Fang Cai Han Yan was thanking him.

"You and I, husband and wife, are supposed to be intimate, so why does Wang Sun have to be like this?"

Han Yan smiled: "Why did Your Highness say that?"

"Does Wang Sun still remember my childhood name?"

Han Yan pursed her lips. Of course he remembered it, but only a few people had called this name in the previous life, not including him.

"It seems that Wang Sun remembers it. Since that's the case, he will call me like this in the future."

Han Yan opened her mouth, feeling that it was very difficult to speak, she couldn't help watching, her eyes were begging, but she squinted her eyes, bullying him would not disobey her, and said more and more persuasively: "Wang and Sun call to listen."

Han Yan pursed her lips, but she didn't want to speak any more. She took the chopsticks and slowly picked up the rice in the bowl without sending it to her mouth. His turmoil.

"Han Yan..."

Holding his fidgeting hand, the tone was quite helpless, and it seemed to be coaxing: "Call me."

Han Yan moved her lips, feeling her lips were almost sticking to her face, she couldn't help leaning forward, and said in a low voice, "Hey..."

Then he gently kissed his side face, and replied with a feeling of satisfaction: "Wang Sun Mo must forget this title, if you make a mistake, I will punish you."

What he said was meaningful, but Han Yan looked at him blankly, obviously not understanding the unfinished words in the words.

Finally, my conscience realized that I couldn't bear to tease him anymore, so I served him another dish: "Eat more..."

Han Yan didn't realize that she had fallen into a big trap, but she started to concentrate on eating, and the dining room was suddenly quiet. Understand the geography, climate, humanities and customs.

After bathing, he was still reading by candlelight, looking very serious.

"Wang Sun, it's time to go to bed."

Han Yan raised her eyes when she heard the words, rubbed the center of her brows, and stood up to brush her hair.

Originally, she was only an inch taller than Han Yan, but she didn't know whether it was because Han Yan was shorter or taller, but she was more than half a head taller. It was very difficult for Han Yan to reach out.

He took the cloth towel by himself, rubbed it casually a few times, and then threw it away. He picked up the book Han Yan had put aside just now and looked at it.

Han Yan had figured out how to tease him at any time like this. Although she didn't hate it, she was a little powerless to resist, so she hurriedly changed the subject: "It's late at night, Your Highness, please rest."

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, the look in his eyes suddenly changed.

Han Yan was stunned for a while, and it took a long time to recover, and she blushed with shame immediately: "Isn't the minister..."

Dragging him onto the bed, suppressing all his tiny struggles and groans, he got his hands through the skirt of his clothes and began to grope carefully.

Han Yan was startled, her face turned pale, her hands and feet were frighteningly cold, she was stunned, slowed down, slowly held his hand, and called him in a low voice: "Han Yan, Han Yan..."

Han Yan just woke up and came back to her senses, her stiff body slowly relaxed, and she forced a smile: "Your Highness, Your Highness don't need to worry about Han Yan..."