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The talking man was dressed in a sauced purple brocade with gold thread on the side. The robe is a Pengcheng Wanli pattern that can only be embroidered by the top embroidered lady. The eyes, as if alive, are very sharp.

Just from the clothes, you can see that it must be a rich son.

In addition to the bright clothes, this man looks like a handsome boy, not to mention in the backcountry of Taohua Village, even if it is put in Kyoto, it is also a good one.

Holding a folding fan in one hand, he gently tapped on the palm of his hand, with three points of frivolous lips, and his eyes fell in the small courtyard not far away, but the words were spoken to those around him.

Upon hearing his words, Yan Liang withdrew his gaze calmly. His long jade-like fingers rubbed against a white jade-made wine cup. If it was inadvertent, it was even difficult to separate his hand from the white jade-like color.

The skin color is too close, it is difficult to separate.

"bored."

The flesh-colored thin lips lightly opened, and the two words burst out from between the lips and teeth. As he talked, his face was calm and not aroused by the slightest waves, his eyes were drooping, slender and sparse, and the narrow and long phoenix eyes were a little more alienated. The gray-eyed eyes were timid.

His long blue hair was neatly bundled on top of his head by a white jade hair crown, wearing a white satin robe, with a simple pattern on his head and embroidered green bamboo patterns.

Only a careful person can see that in the blue, the embroidered mother was cleverly rubbed into the silver thread, and between the movements, the green bamboo and the fallen leaves seemed to flutter with the wind.

The man in purple clothes was not annoyed when he heard his words, but instead nodded his head and smiled, "Yes, when did the second son of Han Yan get interested in something? I want to say something interesting from your mouth, just afraid to compare It's hard to go to the sky! "

Yan Liang shook his head and gently placed the cup on the stone table.

"You have to come with me this time. Now that I'm well, you should go back, Araki."

Arasawa is the man in purple clothes.

Hearing Yan Liang's words, he pretended to cover his heart pretending to be wounded, and a pair of sword eyebrows twisted into a pimple, as if looking at Yan Liang as if he was looking at a disheartened man.

"I followed you from Yanjing all the way here. You're fine. It's only been two days since you came. Did you drive me away?"

From the appearance, Huang Ze is a masculine man with a slender figure and a stiff eyebrow. If he insists on giving him an adjective, then he is the general who killed the enemy.

It is a pity that what he has done now is really disgusting.

Of course, there are no others here, Yan Liang's consistent temperament is thin, and he will never give him a smile. Even if he saw Ai Ai in his complaint-like period, a pair of ink and wash brows seemed to be frowned.

"Jingli has already sent me a letter, and I can't afford to lose my temperament."

Yan Liang's tone was very light and light, overflowing between his lips and teeth, as if he would soon dissipate with the wind. That is, Huang Ze, accustomed to his character, can easily capture the meaning in his words.

After Xizi's heart-sucking action, Araki sat on the stone chair with carelessness, the irregularity on the face slowly faded, and his eyes fell in the small courtyard.

"Yan Liang, sometimes I envy these ordinary people. They can do what they want. The family and Hemeimei are very good ..."

"laugh--"

Huang Ze felt a little sad, but then sneered, making his little bit sad, and disappeared without a trace.

"Yan Liang!"