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    There was a bottle of fresh wintersweet on the table, and Wanyao borrowed a few collections of herbs from the medical center, and was flipping through the window.

    Xiang Huan sat opposite to approve the documents.

    When the room was silent, there was a light knock at the door.

    She raised her head, and her personal guard held two narcissus and a piece of letter paper to ask for an interview. She counted, logically speaking, today is not the day to collect flowers, Wan Yao just felt a little strange, so he put the things respectfully on Xiang Huan  in front of.

    "My lord, this is for you."

    "Understood, you go down."

    He put the pen down and twirled the flowers at his fingertips. From the corner of his eye, he quietly glanced at Wanyao, seeing that she was looking at him inadvertently, so he pulled the corners of his mouth out and raised his eyebrows to show off: "How is it? Now  Someone gave me flowers too."

    Seeing his complacent look, Wanyao looked away lightly, and continued to read, "It was you who prepared it yourself, childish."

    "Don't believe me." Xiang Huan was not as knowledgeable as her, and slowly stamped a flower on the letter paper, "Your husband and I are usually very memorable."

    "It's quite memorable." She turned a page without raising her head, "How many people in Chang'an thought about finding a chance to beat you up, I'm afraid they could line up from the Bell Tower to Yujie."

    Xiang Huan was ridiculed by her for a while, and pursed his lips to make fun of him, "It all happened when I was a child, and I don't cause trouble much now."

    Wan Yao exaggeratedly said, "Eighteen years old is a child."

    "" Feeling inexplicably that his wife is getting weaker and worse, he sat back and said, "Forget it, you just have prejudice against me."

    After finishing speaking, he flipped through a few pages angrily, flipped through the stack of documents, and began to write quickly, without knowing what he wrote.

    Wan Yao glanced at him, smiled indistinctly, and continued to record.

    The weather is getting cooler, but the days are still orderly. However, what is surprising is that the mysterious flower-sending customer is very attentive, and he is more active than the person who is never late at the beginning of each month.

    And things are also ingenious, in addition to flowers, there are occasional sachets, jade pendants, pendants, and various gadgets, but there is always a sour letter, the poems in it cover ancient and modern times, and travel across the world.

    Not all the items could be handed over to King Xiang. When he was busy, he didn¡¯t have time to look at them, so he ordered the guards to dispose of them casually. Half a month later, the other party didn¡¯t care whether he took them or not.  error.

    After a long time, even Wan Yao began to feel a little strange Logically speaking, Xiang Huan should not have done such a boring thing.

    Although he is occasionally out of tune, he still has a sense of propriety, even if he is joking, he will not toss for so long.

    Mrs. Wan felt a little cold that day. She just came back from Wan's house. When she passed the side door of the palace, she saw the concierge handing a familiar letter paper and a safety talisman to Xiang Huan's guard.

    The guard shook his flimsy "love poem", and the two chatted one after another.

    "Princess."

    Seeing her approaching, both of them involuntarily straightened their clothes, even the concierge seemed rather cramped, and wiped his hands back and forth on the hem of the clothes several times.

    The concubine and the prince have different auras. They are dignified and gentle, clean and clear. She is really a girl who is so attractive that she can't help but want to examine her appearance.

    Wan Yao nodded slightly, his eyes fell on the object in his hand, "This is"

    "Oh." The guard hurriedly said, "It's the one I give to the prince every day, and I'm about to throw it away." As he spoke, he complained to her very worriedly, "I told that stinky flower seller several times.  , Tell him not to bring it, don¡¯t bring it, he just won¡¯t listen.¡±

    "Let me take a look." She unfolded the letter paper, with clear handwriting on it, and transcribed an ancient poem, "I only hope that your heart is like mine, and you will definitely live up to your love"

    The personal guard looked at her expression from the side.

    Wan Yao looked at the end, and there was still a signature: "The mountains are smiling?"

    She asked casually: "Who brings it every day?"

    The latter hurriedly said: "There is a kid who often sells flowers with a load on the side of the west market. He doesn't know if he asks him. He said that an old beggar gave it to him. I don't know how many people are here."

    In the end, he asked Wan Yao very politely, "If you want to investigate, you will definitely be able to. If the princess has ordered it, the subordinates will definitely do their best."

    Looking deeply at the burning soul of gossip in the other party's eyes, Wan Yao struggled to smile halfway, and politely declined: "that's unnecessary."

    After thinking about it, I was curious: "You knowwhy would someone send something to the prince for no reason?sp;Wan Yao straightened up after hearing the words: "Is it convenient?"

    "Is there any inconvenience, and I'm not married."

    The three brothers, apart from Xiang Huan, Yuwen and Yu Fei are now living in Luoyang. Ji Changchuan didn't know whether he wanted to cultivate his nephew or was too lazy to deal with the courtiers.  The old minister was very tired of beating each other with sharp tongues.

    Because of this, Yu Wenjun seldom went to the battlefield again. Most of the wars in recent years were settled by Yu Fei Xianghuan and other generals.

    "I fought against him the year before last, and my kung fu has become unfamiliar." Xiang Huan put down his finished cup, sighed inaudibly, and couldn't tell what emotion it was.

    In a blink of an eye, everyone is getting older, and for many years, they can't go back slowly, and they go their separate ways.

    The car shook slightly, and the sound of the wheels was long and peaceful.

    The teapot placed on the low table became colder and colder, and the heat was rising slowly.

    Probably because the weather in the afternoon was too comfortable, the two of them leaned head to head together and took a nap without knowing it.

    After all, Wanyao was not as tall as him, leaning on Xiang Huan's arm, his shoulders barely protruded, and suddenly his head fell down and hit the top of his head.

    After such a startle, people suddenly woke up.

    She raised her head and looked out of the window in a daze. The scenery was lacklustre, she couldn't see the city walls, and she was obviously still on the road, but Xiang Huan next to her was still sound asleep, with her arms folded by her side, her lips opening and closing slightly.

    Wan Yao stretched out her hand to caress his cheek, her mood was inexplicably a little disappointed by the late autumn weather.

    Today's world is a precarious peace.

    She knew that although Daying occupied half of the Central Plains now, Nan Yan was still there, and Yuan Fu was also recharging his energy. No one could tell when the war would start again.

    He will eventually go to those bloody battlefields. He was born in the flames of war in this life, and he is destined to be ups and downs on the journey.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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