You can search "Zhaohua Chaoluan" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!
Speaking of which, if there is anything about this place that makes Xiao Huan despise, then the strange calligraphy is the first, and the tea is the second.
On his side, cooking tea is extremely particular. From the thickness of the tea cakes to the water used to make the tea, every step has a lot of background, and the most important thing is to add various seasonings.
Xiao Huan himself is a master of this way.
He has learned from famous masters since he was a child, and even the late emperor praised him for his skill in making tea, and he is even more famous outside the palace.
So here, when he saw Yu Yan taking out a can of tea leaves to make tea, he suspected that he was wrong.
However, after drinking it a few times, he got used to it.
This tea has its own unique taste, clear and light, with a lingering aftertaste.
Just like life now.
Although he has nothing, Xiao Huan doesn't hate it.
He found that it had been a long time since he sat so unfocused and relaxed.
There is no need to worry about what happens outside the Great Wall or in the palace, nor to pay attention to anyone's thoughts.
From childhood to adulthood, there will always be someone by Xiao Huan's side.
When I was young, I was a servant of various palace people. They watched his every move and told him not to do this or that, and what attitude he should have when he saw someone. And no matter where he goes, there will be all kinds of eyes and discussions accompanying him.
Only the mother knew that Xiao Huan didn't like the scenery in front of those people.
But he had no choice.
The palace is a realistic place, and he knew that only if he behaved better, could his mother be able to breathe under the hostility of Zhang and Teng.
Yu Yan said that she didn't want to depend on others, so why didn't Xiao Huan herself?
Although the palace is big, he has father, mother and many brothers and sisters, but he has always known that these have nothing to do with him. Even the father, when his mother was being bullied by the Teng family, he couldn't do anything. The royal father is not just his royal father, besides his mother, he also has several nominal mothers.
So for Xiao Huan, the imperial palace has never been his home.
Since the beginning of his memory, Xiao Huan has always longed for a place where no one knows him, where he can freely do all the things he is interested in, without caring about anyone's opinion.
After his mother died, the emperor ordered the Guangling Palace to be built for him. Xiao Huan once thought that it would be the world she wished for, but after moving in, she found that this was just another palace, and even his marriage, the Teng family would not let it go.
So when Xiao Huan went to Shuofang, many people felt that it was a great grievance for him, but only he felt that it was a relief.
He knows that there are still people watching behind him, and he cannot be weak or fail. Once he takes half a step back, he will be torn apart by the forces hiding in the open and in the dark. Only by desperately becoming stronger can he be like his mother hoped, without being afraid of others, and he will not be manipulated by anyone like a puppet.
But even so, he would often ask himself, can he really get rid of all this?
Xiao Huan knew that was not the case.
And even in Shuofang, he couldn't abandon all the connections brought about by his identity. And as his strength grew, he got closer to the battles in the court and in the palace.
Like that assassination.
Yu Yan is right.
Only here, he doesn't have to worry about who will attack him, because no one knows who he is.
The world is so wonderful.
Xiao Huan looked at the slightly swaying lotus flowers in the pond, took another sip of tea, and a wry smile appeared on his lips.
"You haven't mentioned your brother yet." After a while, he continued, "You just said that he is the best friend to you?"
Yu Yan said "Hum".
"Where is he?"
No one answered.
Xiao Huan looked and saw that Yu Yan was motionless, as if she had fallen asleep.
So drunk?
Xiao Huan was a little suspicious, and stood up for a moment.
He walked up to Yu Yan, only to see that her eyes were closed, her hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, and the light reflected softly on her side face, quiet and serene.
Xiao Huan looked at the crumbling wine bottle in her arms, and was about to reach out to take it away, when Yu Yan suddenly opened her eyes.
Looking at each other, Xiao Huan was startled.
"You want to drink my wine." Yu Yan stared at him with unusually clear eyes.
Xiao Huan: ""
However, Yu Yan then sat up and looked around,Lily, the sports shorts are also soaked, sticking to the legs.
Compared with the common muscular men in the gym, his muscles are not exaggerated, but they are strong and good-looking. The compact lines, from the back all the way down, follow the rhythm of the bones and stand out.
Yu Yan always thought his figure was very attractive, so she admired it for a while, left quietly without disturbing him.
She drank water, went back upstairs and slept for a while, and when she woke up, it had been more than an hour. She slowly brushed her teeth, washed her face, took a shower, and changed her clothes. Going downstairs again, sure enough, the morning news was broadcast on TV, and Xiao Huan was making breakfast in the kitchen.
"Morning." Yu Yan greeted and walked over to have a look.
A faint smell of shower gel came from Xiao Huan's body.
What he made were fried dumplings, and porridge was cooking in the rice cooker. On the plate next to it, there are freshly fried eggs, milk in the microwave, and washed fruit in the fruit plate.
"Your Highness is really amazing." Yu Yan smiled and complimented her routinely.
Now she only calls him His Highness at such times.
Xiao Huan said nothing, "Take out the plate."
Yu Yan responded, obediently submitting.
After the two had breakfast, Xiao Huan put the dishes in the dishwasher, watched the news for a while, and then sat on the sofa.
No one mentioned the content of the chat last night.
Xiao Huan took the tablet and searched for the new terms mentioned in the news just now, and then continued to read his history books.
Yu Yan leaned on the pillow, half lying on the sofa, holding an apple in her hand, biting it while reading the script.
She is still watching intently, holding a colored pen, writing and drawing on it. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com