Yan Xitong was immediately puzzled: "This is the most precious and largest piece of cold jade in this palace."
An Bu seemed to want to chop Yan Xitong to death. He roared: "How can I eat something so big?"
Yan Xitong was extremely surprised: "Ah? Do you want to eat?"
"Then what do you think I'm going to do?"
"I thought you were wearing it."
"Have you ever seen anyone with such a big piece of cold jade hanging on their body?" An Buwang moved the plate-sized piece of cold jade back and forth in front of Yan Xitong's chest.
Yan Xitong took two steps back, looking confused. After a while, he muttered: "Why didn't you make it clear?"
An Buwang looked completely defeated: "Forget it, let me find another way."
Yan Xitong quickly asked: "What can you do?"
Anbu glanced at him and said, "What else can I do? Crush it into pieces."
"That's a good idea." Yan Xitong's brows suddenly lit up, and he immediately asked, "Since you want to eat it, make it into powder so you can swallow it easily."
"..." An Buwang once again showed the look in his eyes that he wanted to hack him to death.
"No powder, just pieces. It's best to hold it in your mouth." An Bu forgot to hand over the cold jade.
Yan Xitong groaned, raised his hand and slapped the cold jade hard, and the jade shattered with a click.
Anbu forgot to pick up a piece of suitable size on the ground and made some gestures in his mouth.
"Would you like to help you remove the edges and corners?" Yan Xitong asked kindly.
An Buwang thought for a moment: "That's okay."
Yan Xitong immediately took the small dagger from his waist and mended all the sharp edges. After a while, an oval piece of cold jade was born.
An Buwang took it and made a gesture: "Badi's hands are so skillful."
Yan Xitong became embarrassed instead, and scratched his head: "I learned some polishing skills when I had nothing to do. I also have many hand-made gadgets in my house. If you like them, feel free to take them."
An Buwang looked at him with a half-smile, and Yan Xitong suddenly realized that the other person was a ghost, so there was no need for these things.
"It doesn't matter if you can't get it now. When I get back, you can tell me whatever you like." Yan Xitong said boldly.
"No, keep it. I'm going to be reincarnated soon. You can't take it away even if you give it to me."
Yan Xitong stopped talking and lowered his head as if he was reluctant to give up.
"Eighth brother, from now on Yan Guo will rely on you and Yan Xiaoqing. He treats you sincerely, and you treat him sincerely. This is a rare and precious friendship between the royal family, and it must not be insulted."
Yan Xitong struggled with the emotions surging in his heart: "Who are you? You tell me."
"Buddha said it can't be said, it can't be said." An Bu forgot to pick up the cold jade and was about to stuff it into his mouth.
Yan Xitong held him down: "Don't move."
"What's the matter?"
"You wait." Yan Xitong turned around and ran out.
After a while, it blew in again like the wind, and there was an extra scroll of paintings in his hand.
Yan Xitong unfolded the scroll in front of An Buwang. The window was dimly lit, and the soft morning light vividly penetrated into the slits of the window bars, spreading a layer of milky white halo on the exquisite carpet.
That painting was reflected in our eyes in a very good way.
It was the handiwork of a famous painter from the Kingdom of Yan, and it painted the six princes of the royal family of the Yan Kingdom. His Royal Highness Yan Zhan is fierce, the second prince Yan Xifeng is handsome, the fourth prince Yan Xiaoqing is domineering, the fifth prince Yan Hui is a handsome young man, and the eighth prince Yan Xitong
Arrogant as fire.
This painting simply came alive.
Anbu couldn't help but caress everyone on the screen.
