Since Yan Qingyuan went to Jinyang, Luo Yan rushed to and fro on both sides of the mansion. Letters to and from Jinyang were as frequent as snowflakes. Yan Qingyuan often wrote back, which was very concise. It was nothing more than the word "known". When he mentioned the Great Prime Minister, he was also vague about "getting better day by day". Luo Yan's heart hanging in Jinyang was always floating in the air and could not be put into practice. Seeing the twelfth lunar month, as usual, The prince had already ordered him to send a New Year's gift to Yan Fu, but he was afraid that he would be entangled in everything in Jinyang, and it would be difficult for him to take care of it. Since the prince could not think of it, Luo Yan volunteered to report back to the princess, carrying a few boxes of things to Yan Fu. As soon as I entered the door, I saw that the courtyard was like a wild goose's wing, and there were many gifts on both sides. As soon as I inquired, I learned that the second son had just left, and only exchanged a few words with the old lady, then went back to the house to do something, but even Yan Jiuyun did not see him. That Luo Yan took an eye to turn two circles, rub to rub up the step, toward Bi Luo Xuan to enter, a glance first sees is a ground of melon seed skin, has not had time to clean up, the brazier burns too vigorously, hot, Yan Jiuyun is pouring tea, a twist head, opens a young bright smile to him: "That Luo Yan, you can have the news of the little uncle, when will he return to Yecheng?"? Will yuan Ri come? As soon as he rolled over, he asked Yan Qingyuan. Luo Yan took off his hat and threw it on the table. He curled his lips and said, "General Yan, your favor is too thin. I've come to give you a gift. You don't ask me how I'm doing recently. You just think about the prince!" Yan Jiuyun face a burn, strange embarrassed,thermal imaging camera, in fact, is a smooth ask, that Luo Yanlai, what else can there be? He handed the hot tea to Luo Yan, and suddenly realized that it was more like a habit. As for when Yan Qingyuan would come back and where he would spend the first day, he didn't seem to really care. His whole spirit was already in his house. At the thought of this, he was also startled, so, hold back for a moment, had nothing to say, but that Luo Yan is just a joke,outdoor digital signage displays, pinch up the remaining melon seeds, toward the mouth of a knock, shake his head and sigh: "Prince, it's hard to come back on the first day of the New Year. At this time, I must be accompanying the mother of Daxiangguo to celebrate the festival." His eyes were full of longing, and he threw the melon seed skin into the brazier, and the red light reflected his lost face, "I really want to go back to Jinyang!"! I wonder if the prince has taken the kite to hunt. "In the past, the great prime minister would come to pay a visit to His Majesty, but this year he can't come, can he.." Yan Jiuyun is not stupid, with that Luo Yan a staggered look, full of inquiries, that Luo Yan did not immediately respond, kicked the foot basin a few steps away, it seems that the roast is too full: "The prince said that although the great prime minister had not yet recovered, he would turn around when he saw the warm spring air coming up, and the disease would naturally be cured." Listen to that Luo Yan said and relaxed, Yan Jiuyun from a trance, the heart estimated for a long time, and then, interactive kiosk price ,face detection android, suddenly a face, eyes full of confusion: "Yubi is not happy. Is the prime minister sick because he is angry in his heart?"? What happened to the Jade Wall? This is his hold back for a long time, early full stomach speculation, at this time, YanQingyuan suddenly back to Jinyang, vaguely feel, is not a good omen, but Jinyang there, and really like a pool of stagnant water, didn't see what news handed out, here Yecheng, the government and other things, also on the right track, but Duan Shao rate army stationed, or let a person have to think more. Privately, the officials had already discussed it all over, and even when Yan Jiuyun was in the imperial army, he sometimes saw people gathering together, whispering something, and as soon as he approached, as if avoiding suspicion, he kept silent again. Flames flaming, that Luo Yan added a hot tea to his stomach, and his forehead began to sweat: "Fighting with He Lai is not without failure. It's not a big deal. How can the prime minister fall ill because of this?"? It's just that the weather is freezing and the wind is cold. ” He intentionally understated, Yan Jiuyun listened to his words, and then looked at his expression, but showed some awareness of the eyes: "Bai Gong took the army back to Henan early. I'm worried that Daxiangguo can't come to yuanhui. If he knows.." The remaining words do not mention, two people's eyes bump into, that appearance, clearly remembered the original from Shouchun back to Ye through the cypress palace site, he did not put Yan Qingyuan in the eye of the style, this word, also just point to that Luo Yan's mind for days, at that time the prince's words, but also can be turned out word for word, it seems that the prince is confident. Luo Yan breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly lost his mind. He threw the melon seeds into the fruit bowl and clapped his hands, but it was still a relaxed tone: "No matter how many flower intestines there are in the Bai Palace, they are all hanging out in front of Daxiangguo. Don't worry, he can't turn out the palm of the Great Prime Minister." Eat and dry a few minutes, that Luo Yan smacked his lips, and then looked up and drank the tea, laughing: "Instead of talking about these things, General Xiaoyan will go with me to shoot roe deer another day." As soon as the topic changed, both of them were very interested in it. They talked about it with great interest for a long time. A pot of tea was filled by Luo Yan. Before leaving, he pressed a handful of pomegranates like rubies into his mouth. The juice splashed in his mouth, sweet and refreshing, and Luo Yan left. In the next room, yuan Hua listened to every word of their conversation, and then looked at Gui Wan's beautiful little script. When Xiao Yan came in, he had already picked up a pair of socks that had not been finished a few days ago. What did Miss Lu write to you? Yan Jiuyun has not forgotten this stubble, Xingxing head to want to go to the front, yuan Hua Yi he one eye, quietly to the side of a pressure in the bamboo basket, light way: "It's nothing. It's just that Sister Aster is not used to living there. She's homesick. In the cold weather, dry people have skin on their mouths. You have rough skin and thick flesh. You can stand the wind and yellow sand. Sister Aster can't stand it." Yan Jiuyun could not help touching his face, and then thinking about his little uncle, he could not help retorting: "Where do we have rough skin and thick flesh?" That white and handsome face, really does not match, yuan Hua raised his eyes to look at him, followed by Yan Qingyuan that smiling elegant appearance, in the heart hate nature blind, give them such a good skin, but no time to entangle, twist the neck, slender fingers pinch a few times, like complaining: "My neck is stiff after lowering my head for a long time." Said a pull bamboo basket,Interactive digital signage, "ah", like a soliloquy: "The gold thread is gone, I was planning to embroider a purse for you!" 。 hsdtouch.com