Wei Yangmou

On the second day, Zuo Weian did not bring anyone over to bid farewell, a group of people ate and drank in the hall without hesitation, making a lot of noise, and then took them away without any intention of waiting for Jiaodong Mansion to send someone over. Only these few dozen people were left to guard His Highness King Jiaodong and his uncertain future.

Han Yan was lying on the bed, listening to the mighty people and horses embarking on their return journey, her eyes were cold.

He had always been a light sleeper, and he woke up from the moment these sergeants stepped down the stairs. Because Liu Che had been wrapping him in his arms, he could only listen to the disdainful and mocking remarks of these big men's subjects. It was Liu Che who was supposed to be the most honorable man of the great man.

After leaving Chang'an, the situation didn't seem to get much better, but they had no way out.

The origins of those assassins have always stuck in their hearts like thorns. The people in Chang'an...

Liu Che's arm moved, tightening Han Yan's waistband even more. Han Yan was a little embarrassed, but couldn't help but look at Liu Che. This face fascinated him so much, as if he couldn't get enough of it forever. .

However, the face is still the same face, and the person is still the same person?

Han Yan fell into the prison she drew, and every time she wanted to struggle, she only felt that she was being restrained more and more tightly.

"Hmm..." Liu Che moaned in a low voice, his arms tightened again, and he said in a low voice, "Did Yan wake up so early?"

Having said that, Liu Che's voice didn't have the slightest hint of sleepiness. There was such a big commotion downstairs that even a deaf person should be quarreled, not to mention that he is so bright and far better than ordinary people.

Han Yan blushed from the scorching breath he sprayed on her face. Even though she wanted to respond, she couldn't speak, but a monotonous syllable escaped from her throat, and she couldn't help feeling more embarrassed.

I couldn't help but move, but my body was tilted, and I was about to fall under the bed, but was pulled back by Liu Che.

"This couch is really too narrow..."

Liu Che said, lightly lifted Han Yan's waist, put him on the bedside and sat down, got off the floor from the end of the bed, opened the door and called the maid to come and wash up.

The maids didn't seem to sleep well either. There are only so many rooms in the inn, and there are a large number of imperial guards. It is very rare for two people to have a room, and the couch is so small.

Even so, when serving people, these maids were still very proficient in their movements, and they were quite polite. They ignored what they shouldn't look at, and didn't touch what they shouldn't. After putting on a set of clothes, Liu Che's body was not touched.

This workmanship is really good.

Han Yan didn't have many surprises. Mrs. Han couldn't tolerate sand in her eyes, and she didn't like the absurdity of her children and grandchildren. Han Xueshi was obedient and obedient to discipline all his life.

And the people she trained are very polite, and more or less have some extra skills, but they are good at taking care of the inner house.

And these few, Mrs. Han made great efforts to prepare for Han Yan. What I am afraid of is that in the fiefdom, without brothers around him, without the suppression of his parents, the young Jiaodong King can't control it, what should he do? do.

It's just that the two of them still don't know anything about it at this time.

After taking care of his appearance, Liu Che sent all the girls away, and squatted down in front of Han Yan again. Han Yan's eyebrows twitched, and the feeling that life was worse than death when he took the medicine yesterday suddenly came back, which made him very uneasy. I can't sit still.

Although Liu Che hadn't done anything yet, he had already changed his posture a few times, completely forgetting his previous gentlemanly demeanor.

Liu Che looked at Han Yan tossing about for a while like a cat, and saw that he had wrinkled his good clothes, so he stretched out his hand and pinched his ankle.

Han Yan twitched back suddenly, Liu Che had already guessed that he would have this reaction, and still grasped his ankle firmly, no matter how hard Han Yan tried, it would be futile.

"Your Highness..."

Han Yan finally gave up such useless actions, looked down at Liu Che, and hoped that he would let him go. The injuries on his feet were not serious, and they would recover within two days, so why bother him to condescend? Do you serve yourself dearly?

It's just that Liu Che didn't pay attention to Han Yan's words and the unfinished words. It was a rare opportunity for him to see Han Yan completely disregarding her manners. It was really interesting and cute. How could he miss it?

Han Yan could only let out a long sigh, took out the handkerchief from her bosom, bit it in her mouth, and threw her foot to Liu Che as if dying, and let him toss about.

Liu Che didn't seem to know that he was entangled and sad, but he was slow and not in a hurry. He pinched his ankle and looked carefully at the soles of his feet, as if there was a stunning painting on it, and he was very obsessed with it. .

Han Yan's heart fluctuated up and down, being sad and knowing to be sad are two completely different feelings. It was really hard for him to torture him, and fine sweat broke out on his forehead.

Liu Che couldn't help laughing: "Why did Yan come to this?"

Han Yan looked at Liu Che as if, she pursed her lips tightly and said nothing, she was obviously the culprit, but she acted so innocent, who are you bluffing?

Liu Che couldn't help laughing, just now Han Yan gave Han Yan a look of resentment and resentment, he saw that he was really soft-hearted, so he stopped teasing him, and cleaned up yesterday's residual medicine for Han Yan with strength, and replaced it with a new one.

Han Yan still endured it so hard, and when Liu Che stopped, she was already out of breath, her cheeks were sore from trying to hold back her laughter, and she didn't even have the strength to speak.

Liu Che let him lie on the bed to calm down, and twisted the veil to wipe his face.

Han Yan finally came to her senses, she couldn't help but tilt her head, asking King Jiaodong to wait on him, what's the matter?

But Liu Che pinched his chin, hooked him over, and said with a teasing smile, "This foot can be wiped well, but this face can't be wiped off? Does Feiyan think that this face is more precious than gold feet?"

What is this called...

Han Yan was so choked up by Liu Che's deliberate embarrassment that he couldn't speak. When he lost his mind, Liu Che wiped his sweaty face clean.

"Let's have breakfast, and let the old doctor come and have a look."

There was a reluctance in his tone, which made people feel very awkward. Han Yan couldn't help being surprised. Liu Che should respect the old man very much, but now he seems to be very dissatisfied with the old doctor. Could it be that something provoked him?

But he didn't know that Liu Che had lived to this age in his previous life. Although the old doctor was indeed old, to Liu Che, that was nothing more than that.

Han Yan's feet were inconvenient, so the maid delivered the food to the room, which looked a little rough, even worse than what they cooked on the road.

Han Yan put down her chopsticks, turned her head to look at the maid, "I'll call the miser."

Liu Che raised his hand to stop the maid: "Go and prepare meals that suit the queen's taste."

"The minister is not..."

Han Yan quickly explained that he is not such a person who pays attention to his appetite, but he just feels that Liu Che has been neglected and feels worthless for him. He never thought that he would be misunderstood...

"How can Gu not know what kind of person Yan is? The food is really rough, I'm afraid it wasn't the order of the stingy man, maybe all the things in this post station have been ruined."

Han Yan thought of a group of imperial forest soldiers who were shouting and drinking in the hall in the morning, and her complexion became even worse.

Liu Che patted him on the shoulder: "Yan doesn't have to be angry, with Qing by his side, Che will only feel happy even if he eats chaff."

Han Yan couldn't help but glared at him. His Royal Highness, King Jiaodong, learned to be so smooth-tongued there, and even ignored his former dignity.

When he got angry, he completely forgot what happened just now, Liu Che came up to tease him again, the two chatted and laughed, and the maid brought out the newly made meals.

The ingredients are still the same, but it looks a lot better in appearance, and has a strong fragrance, which makes people appetite after smelling it, so Han Yan ate a lot.

Liu Che felt happy in his heart, so he thought that the cooking girl would serve Han Yan's food in the future. When he arrived in Jiaodong, he would set up a small kitchen in the yard, so that Han Yan could eat whatever he wanted.

"Who is in charge of the spoon?"

Liu Che asked, and the girl serving at the side knelt down to salute: "It's the servant girl."

Liu Che took a look at her. This girl lowered her head, and she could vaguely see her not-so-handsome face, but with this skill, she looked a little pleasing to the eye.

"Name……"

As soon as these words came out, Liu Che noticed that Han Yan's gaze fell on him, and couldn't help but look back, but Han Yan hurriedly looked away, pretending to concentrate on eating, Liu Che was dull for a moment and hadn't figured it out The meaning of this, the girl has already opened her mouth.

"Slave Sandalwood."

"Sandalwood..." Liu Che said a word, then waved her hand to let her go down, and when she turned her head again, Han Yan had already stopped her chopsticks and looked straight at Liu Che.

"Your Highness, do you think sandalwood sleeps?"

Liu Che nodded: "That's right. When he enters the palace, he will set up a small kitchen in the yard and only cook what you like. It seems that she knows your taste quite well."

Han Yan was slightly startled, then lowered her head abruptly, and went to pick up the buns again in embarrassment, but the plate was already empty, but he didn't notice it until the chopsticks were empty a few times, then she looked up embarrassingly. glanced.

Liu Che reacted belatedly, seeing Han Yan's appearance of burying himself under the table like this, he wisely refused to tease him, Han Yan's attitude always made him feel weird, sometimes hot and cold, elusive.

At this time, it is better not to tease him with these trivial things, lest he become angry and say something unforgivable, he has done many such things in the past.

Han Yan looks gentle and polite, but in fact she has a very strong temper, and she would rather be broken than broken.

The slight joy in Liu Che's heart was silenced by the intruding memory, and even became depressed, which made people feel even more uncomfortable.

Is it possible that he will regret and be sad for the past life all his life?

This is impossible, he has more things to do than in his previous life, he has to fight the country, fight against alchemists, protect Han Yan, love Han Yan, spoil Han Yan... Thinking about it this way, time can't help but become tight .

Or, he can take a shortcut, since alchemists can surpass the emperor, he might as well give it a try, not to mention that his own strength is probably unusual.

The arrogant alchemists that day seemed to have given up their pursuit because of this, and left in a hurry.

If that's the case... Liu Che clenched his fists. If he didn't use such a ladder, it would be a waste of money.