Ting Lan glared back at his brother, "What do you mean, my work is clearly done?" The two brothers stared at each other several times in the air, and then Ting Lan turned to Yan Hao, who had been waiting.
His answer did not show any impatience.
The young master is the young master, and he has good concentration.
"Sir, your son said he would come to the Prime Minister's Mansion to see you."
Yan Hao's fingers paused for a moment, then clenched again, and he sank his back into the mahogany chair behind him again. No one could know the emotions inside his closed eyes.
This was not the first time Qi You'er came to the Prime Minister's Mansion, nor was it the first time she came to Yan Hao's study. In fact, she had been here many times before, and the place was as familiar as she remembered.
"Long time no see," she smiled, but she couldn't hide the unnaturalness in her smile.
"It's been a long time, You'er." Yan Hao came over, stood beside her, and looked at her face carefully, "Your face is a lot whiter." In fact, he noticed it last time.
However, now I have the opportunity to say it.
"Really?" Qi Youer touched her face, it seemed a little bit, but now is not the time to talk about her face, "Yan Hao, I have something to ask you for help," she said straight to the point, there was really no need to talk about old times with him.
of.
"I promise you," Yan Hao said lightly with a spring-like smile, but Qi You'er hadn't seen him smile so relaxedly for a long time. In the past, it always felt like he was watching a fire from afar, unable to see the real thing.
"Promise?" Qi Youer was surprised and frowned slightly, "You didn't even ask me what my business was, and you agreed so arbitrarily. If I wanted your life, would you really give it to me?"
"Yes," Yan Hao nodded slightly, "I promise, I believe that You'er won't kill me, right?" His words were said in a very shallow voice, with a hint of "no"
The tenderness that came out made Qi Youer's heart beat suddenly. She clenched her fingers in her sleeves to hold back this feeling that she shouldn't have.
"Why?" She lowered her eyelashes and asked quietly.
"Why?" Yan Hao echoed her words, the smile overflowing from the corner of his lips was a bit profound, but Qi Youer didn't see it. If she saw it, she might be able to feel something, but she didn't.
"Yes, why?" Qi You'er looked at his toes, breathing the familiar green bamboo breath, but it was also vague.
"I owe you," Yan Hao stretched out his hand and put it in the air, but in the end he just shook it in the air and then put it down again, feeling a little depressed.
Owe her? Qi Youer tugged at the corners of his lips, wondering if this was a disguised form of sorry. He owed her blood, owed her grievances, and owed her feelings. But if he just owed her a word,
She really doesn't want Qi Youer.
She raised her face and smiled indifferently, "I have forgotten those things. Besides, you also helped me a lot. We are even."
Yan Hao smiled lightly and said nothing. The broken light in his black eyes flashed for a few times, and then he turned his back. The warm light from the window fell on his face, which was as white and flawless as a lotus.
"You can do whatever you want from me. You can enter the Prime Minister's Mansion at any time if you want."
The fingers in Qi Youer's sleeve clenched again, oh, this gave her a pass, okay, she responded happily, anyway, he had to help with this, so she was not polite.
No one knows what kind of medicine Qi Youer is selling in this gourd, and no one knows what she wants to do with Yan Hao. They only know that there have been a lot of people coming and going in the Prime Minister's Mansion recently, some unfamiliar and some familiar, because Liu
The special envoy from the Western Kingdom is coming. As the Prime Minister, Yan Hao has to take care of some things, so the recent strangeness in the Prime Minister's Mansion is not unusual. On the contrary, it is completely normal.
"What have you been busy with lately?" Ting Lan bit her chopsticks, probably eating them like potatoes.
"I don't know," Tingyu managed to say three words, which made Tinglan roll her eyes repeatedly, "Brother, don't you have a little curiosity? What is she busy with every day?
Give me a letter."
"Don't be interested in those potatoes anymore. Master, keep them as seeds." Ting Yu said a lot of words this time, but it was a stern warning. As soon as the younger brother rolled his eyes, he knew what he was doing.
Tinglan grimaced, buried her head in eating, and continued to bite her chopsticks while muttering, "You are so hypocritical. You obviously want to eat it, but you don't say it."
With a snap, Tingyu put the bowl on the table. This sound really frightened Tinglan. He patted his chest and carefully comforted his frightened little heart.
"Brother, you will scare people to death. If you don't scare people to death, you will choke them to death."
Tingyu glared, then picked up the bowl and walked aside to eat the rice.
Ting Lan was stunned for a while, and then continued to pick up the chopsticks. It would be better if he didn't eat. These dishes were all his and his alone.
Besides, others don’t know what Qi Youer is busy with now, that’s because she is keeping it a secret.
"That's it, your hands are higher," Qi Youer sat on a chair on the side with a cup of tea in his hand, drinking and still giving instructions.
"No, no, your waist needs to be soft. It's so hard. How can you bend it down?" She put down the cup and patted the table. I said to you, I have taught you so many times. This dance mainly embodies the word "soft".
"Your body is so hard, how can it dance so beautifully? Can you imagine what it feels like to fly?"
She suddenly stood up and walked to a dancing woman. The woman had a bitter look on her face and said, "Miss Qi, I can't fly and I don't know how to fly, so I don't know how it feels to fly?"
Qi Youer rubbed the center of her eyebrows and felt that her head really hurt. I understand, I understand, does she understand?
"Yan Hao," she turned around and looked at Yan Hao, who was standing aside as a shadow.
"Yes," Yan Hao responded, then walked over, put his hands behind his back, and rolled the corners of his clothes gently at his feet. The smell was as clean as a cloud, and the woman who had been taught by Qi Youer just now began to
Initiated the nymphomaniac.
Qi Youer stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her.
"Hey, come to your senses. How many days have you been looking at his face? Why haven't you seen enough? No matter how many beautiful things you see, you will get tired of it. How can you still be in a daze and become a nymphomaniac?"
The woman suddenly blushed with embarrassment, then lowered her head with such a shy look on her face that Qi Youer really wanted to pull out a piece of her hair and hang herself.
Yan Hao smiled faintly, as drunk as the breeze, and it seemed that only at this time, he would show some of his true nature.
"If you don't want to dance, change someone." Qi Zuo'er gently wiped the sweat off her face with her sleeves, then sat aside and poured herself a cup of tea. She took a sip of the food and followed suit with her beautiful eyes.
She narrowed her eyes dangerously, and her cold eyes made the woman shiver suddenly.