Tyrant's Consort Too Arrogant

He Lanxue has simply explained why they are so young, but Xiaoxin still can't fully digest it.

In particular, it feels strange to call Yi Ren Niang. It's too strange.

Yi Ren and he Lanxue are not unaware of Xiaoxin's mood, but this is an inevitable process. Moreover, they are also eager to find Xiaokui and catch up with the lost time without much interference.

After the injury recovered 8899, Helan asked to go out of the valley.

Feng Jiu let him go.

Helan has gone to a place that no one else can think of.

He slipped into the palace.

He sat in Tian'an's bedroom, sometimes meditating, sometimes sighing, sometimes happy and crazy.

Helan Tianan has been very busy since he accepted Suiyuan. He had a lot of things to deal with. In addition, he has been busy very late.

Helan Xinzuo won't come, right won't come. He kicked his boots and lay down on the dragon. After a while, he fell asleep.

When he LAN Tian'an returned to the palace, he coldly saw a man lying on his bed and was about to call the assassin. After he saw his face clearly, he sat silently on the side of the bed.

Helan's new sleeping face is very peaceful, without carelessness or pride when she wakes up. She is like a well protected baby and full of trust in the world.

He Lanxue's appearance is inherited. He Lanxue's new appearance is definitely beautiful, even more slender. His long eyelashes hide the shadow like a fan. On his eyelids, beside the slightly wrinkled bridge of his nose, he is very moving and beautiful.

Helan Tianan suddenly found that he didn't hate him as much as he thought.

The reason why he has always hated Xiaoxin is largely because of his smile.

——Lazy, insightful, uninhibited and innocent smile.

But to be fair, he looks good when he smiles like this.

Let the popularity not play a good-looking place.

Tianan's lips were also hooked. He looked at Helan's new sleeping face again, and then stretched out his hand to wake him up.

"Why are you here?" he asked solemnly.

He Lanxin opened his eyes hazily and saw him immediately. "She's really my mother."

He was quite sure and certain of this.

Helan Tianan had already accepted this fact and heard the speech "um".

Although the feeling is still as strange as I heard.

"She's really your aunt, too." did he Lanxin find a person who knew his mind and simply dragged Tian'an into the water.

"I know." He Lan Tian'an said faintly.

Remembering that they were not jealous, Tian'an was also very dumb.

They were silent for a while, looked at each other for a while, and suddenly laughed together.

He Lanxin suddenly found that in fact, brother Tian'an was also very good-looking when he smiled. The very real smile lines were rippling on Junlang's face, making people want to see more.

"You should laugh more. You should keep a face on weekdays and calculate every day. Are you tired?" he Lanxin was also a person with no mind. He said his thoughts casually.

"You are indeed her son." Tian'an said.

Vaguely remember, Iraqi people said the same thing.

"Brother Tian'an, have you ever liked anyone since childhood? What does it look like to like a person?" he Lanxin is still persistent on this question.

He doesn't admit that he liked his mother.

"... I don't know. I've never liked any woman." He Lan Tian'an thought carefully and replied.

I don't like Iraqi people, just sentimentally attached.

He has always been able to distinguish clearly, not as confused as he Lanxin.

"Have you ever liked men? Master Lu and master Jiu like each other very much." he Lanxin, who grew up in an abnormal environment, asked seriously. But as soon as he finished, he suddenly shut up again.

Now, in the bedroom, there are two big men.

As expected, Tian'an raised her eyebrows and said, "go back to sleep!" she was about to order to leave.

"Where are you driving me so late?" He Lan glanced at him and sidetracked into the bed. "Just make do with the night."

Tian'an promised never to be an enemy with him, so we can't use force.

What's more, he has no hostility to him at all.

After hesitating, he took off his clothes and lay down next to he Lanxin. Helan Xinzao has fallen asleep and breathes evenly. Tian'an listened with bated breath for a while. He felt the sky was cold again. He got up and helplessly pulled up the quilt to cover Helan.

When he was tucking in the horn for him, he suddenly heard a disordered heartbeat, but I didn't know who was upset.

Then he turned around and slept with he Lanxin back to back all night.

The attitude of he Lanxue and Yi people is very unified, that is the hidden world.

Except Tian'an, Xiao Xin, Lu Chuan and Feng Jiu, the only people who knew he was coming back were Yi Jian.

As for Yi Jian's excitement when he Lanxue learned that he Lanxue was alive, I won't mention it for the time being.

He Lanxue narrowed her eyes and said faintly, "Yi Jian, you should get married."

It is very, very strange that Yi Jian Wen Yan did not strongly oppose it as usual. His cheeks were suspiciously red.

He Lanxue immediately became curious and repeatedly asked who the man was.

Yi Jian is an honest man. He can't stand the Lord's fierce pursuit. Finally, he confessed in anticipation.

"Lord... I met the Empress Dowager... Irene, she is very down now. I think, I want to take care of her."

After great enlightenment, Elaine was released by Helan Tianan.

But when he was on the road alone, he encountered a robber and was saved by Yi Jian who just passed by.

A very simple story is only the gratitude, resentment and human feelings during the period, but it is extremely complex.

However, the outcome is good.

Yi Ren and he Lanxue were stunned by this answer. Yi Jian raised his head nervously, thinking that the master would scold him. Unexpectedly, Yi Ren and he Lanxue both smiled, and Yi Ren shouted "brother-in-law!" in one breath, which made Yi Jian terrified.

But Irene refused to see them, but it was a great pity.

Xiaokui's whereabouts gradually got news. Relying on his last memory, Yiren went back to his place several times and finally found out that there was a teacher surnamed Pei.

She wanted to go immediately, but the news came from Yanguo.

Hot and cold marriage.

The bride is a name that is strange to the world, but very familiar to Helan snow and Iraqi people.

Wei Shi.

He Lanxue knows Yi's mind. After so many years of husband and wife, if he is still angry about his wife's old lover, he will be too incompetent.

Fleeting years taught him to be open-minded.

"Let's go to Yan Han's wedding first." he Lanxue gently hugged Yi and suggested softly in her ear.

Yi looked at him gratefully and nodded.

The wedding was unprecedented.

Wei Shi, dressed in gorgeous clothes, is wearing a bun and a pearl hairpin. She is swaying. She just doesn't admit defeat between her eyebrows and eyes. I'm afraid she can't change it.

Yan Han was still in his black robe, with golden patterns embroidered on his cuffs and collar. His face had gone through vicissitudes, and there were shallow wrinkles in the corners of his eyes. Compared with the former man, he was more calm in the face of the abyss and the mountains.

The Iraqi looked at them from a distance, both familiar and strange, but the bottom of his heart was clearly happy.

During the ceremony of meeting envoys from various countries, the Pearl hairpin on the right side of Wei Shi tilted to the side. She looked naive and didn't know what to say. Yan Han smiled and leaned over. In front of everyone, she naturally lifted the Pearl hairpin for her with light and meticulous movements. Iraqi people know that kind of detail. The corners of her eyes were suddenly wet. She only felt that the years were fleeting. Once those excellent and gentle men had become other people's husbands. They painted their eyebrows in front of the window and said the love words by the pillow last night, so that the fleeting years quietly changed in the cicadas singing birds outside the window. The once madness and determination were also entangled in the years, becoming a heavy responsibility and a heavy warmth.

What about Ruochen?

Where did he fall again? Under the moon in front of the window, who sighs with him?

"The heavenly emissary sees you!"

The celebrant gave a long cry.

Yiren quickly cheered up, picked up the gift prepared by Helan Tianan, and walked to the throne step by step.

Raised his head, even the hairs on the burning temples were clearly visible, as if within reach.

Yan Han also looked down at her.

At first, she was careless, but when she saw her eyes, Wei Shi suddenly felt that her hand held with Yanhan was suddenly tightened.

She hurriedly held him and looked at Yanhan with surprise.

The burning cold complexion was as usual.

But the eyes as black as a deep pool get deep again, sink in, sink in, can't see clearly, can't see, there is a place, there is something that belongs to the years that have disappeared, and she will never touch it.

"The emperor of China wishes your majesty many blessings and longevity and full of children and grandchildren." the Iraqi said the words of blessing carelessly, but his eyes were firmly locked by the hot and cold eyes.

At that moment, they all knew it.

He recognized her.

She knew he recognized her.

"I don't know if the Chinese emissary has anything to say to me?" Yanhan said quietly, naturally and calmly, without any abnormality.

Nobody noticed.

Only Helan snow, hidden in the middle of the crowd, looked at the scene ahead and smiled with insight.

"May your majesty..." Yi was polite. After saying three words, she knelt down again and kowtowed regularly, "always happy and healthy, and years are quiet."

This kneeling gave him back all his feelings.

From then on, he can completely put her down and concentrate on loving the wife around him.

Yan Han's eyes flashed, smiled, jaw head.

The Iraqi retreated.

As soon as she walked into the crowd, she was caught by Helan snow. She turned her head and looked at Helan's face under the low snow pressure hat, the soft concern between her eyebrows and eyes and the deep feeling that she would not be worn by the world.

She held him back and stepped back into his open arms.

This is her husband, who laughs with her thrush and crosses the earth.

They left quietly without waiting for the ceremony.

When the crowd dispersed, Yanhan stood up with Wei Shi and looked around from a high place.

But I never saw that man again.

"What are you looking at?" Wei Shi hugged him from behind, put his face on his back and asked sweetly, "do you look at beautiful women?" finally, Wei Shi said, "Why is the Chinese emissary a woman? She is still such a beautiful woman. I found... You look at her strangely. Hey, your concept of three wives and four concubines doesn't work here. If I find that you are fickle, I will... I will..."

Wei Shi's words didn't finish. Yan Han had blocked her chattering mouth.

In the world, there is always room and gain.

After he moved away, Wei Shi hit him a little angrily and stopped investigating the problem.

Yan Han turned his head and looked at the post road to China from the city tower.

Eyes are sad, lips are smiling.