Time passes slowly, and it is already evening without realizing it.

The gorgeous sunset renders the earth into golden red, complementing the ancient capital of Xinzheng, like a beautiful and simple painting.

In the quiet courtyard, the breeze blew the half-open windows and made a creaking sound.

Leisure and lazy.

Inside the house.

Jingyu had already stood up, sat in front of the dressing table in a thin plain skirt, tidying up her scattered hair. In the blurred bronze mirror, the exquisite face was filled with a touching blush that never dissipated for a long time. The cold eyes of the past were gone, and there was a soft and angrily feeling like water.

"I'm free and I won't leave tonight. Let's live a two-person world."

Luo Yan, wearing his ancestral shorts, walked to Jingyu, sat down next to her, reached out to her slender waist, and rubbed her head against her neck, and suggested.

Perhaps it was the blessing of the environment and the small whip, and he was a little strong, and he wanted to drown in the gentle land of Jingyu.

A bit of fighting spirit.

Jingyu looked at Luo Yan gently, thought for a moment, shook his head, reached out and pushed Luo Yan's head, and said softly: "I'm here to see it, but I didn't know you would come. I've been making trouble for so long. It's getting late now, Chen'er and the others will be anxious."

"I asked Mo Ya to tell me. Chen'er is not young anymore. How could he still bother you? I slept alone when I was three years old. Boys have to exercise since childhood."

When Luo Yan heard this, his arms were not loosened but tighter, and he said with a smile.

Jingyu didn't answer, but blinked her cold eyes and stared at Luo Yan calmly, as if considering whether Luo Yan was serious.

Facing these eyes.

Luo Yan surrendered for a moment, laughed dryly, and said, "Okay, listen to you, clean up and go back. When you have the chance to come here in the future."

"kindness."

Jingyu leaned gently against Luo Yan's head and responded softly.

Luo Yan raised his head and kissed Jingyu's mouth, then slowly got up, and smiled and said, "I'll help you comb your hair. I haven't combed it for a long time. I used to say that I would comb you for a lifetime, but it seems that I can't comb you a few times in my life."

While speaking, he picked up the wooden comb from the dressing table and skillfully combed Jingyu's hair.

Jingyu didn't ask Luo Yan how many girls he said this, nor did he ask him why he was so skilled in moving. The mature older sister never asked these stupid questions. She would cherish the time she spent with Luo Yan, even if the other party was not just her.

But for her, everything she has never dared to think about.

The hair is still so black and shiny, and it feels soft as if it has been used for softness... Luo Yan sighed lightly in his heart, and he was a little overwhelmed.

This hair is something that many people dream of.

"How long will it last in Xinzheng this time?"

Jingyu looked at Luo Yan in the bronze mirror, opened his thin lips and asked softly.

Luo Yan did not hide it from Jingyu and trayed his plans: "Tomorrow, go to worship Han Fei, and then depends on the situation. If everything is safe in Korea, I will go to the King of Wei, and then turn to the King of Zhao. I want to visit Lu Buwei along the way. I don't know how many years that old guy can last, so I can take a look at him less."

Luo Yan also apologized for Lu Niangrong. Several years have passed in the blink of an eye. There have been too many things in recent years. This time I will take a look and may find an opportunity to take someone to Xianyang City. There are many yards outside the mansion.

Jingyu didn't talk much, and he just responded after hearing this.

Luo Yan smiled and said, "Why, I can't bear to leave? If you don't listen to me, we will live here in the past few days. I'll talk to Fei Yan."

“It’s so troublesome.”

Jingluo rejected Luo Yan's suggestion. She didn't want to cause trouble for Luo Yan, so she asked Luo Yan to worry about her. There were so many female relatives in the mansion, and it would be difficult for Luo Yan to do it.

What's more, Luo Yan has many state affairs to deal with when he comes out this time, so how can he entangle Luo Yan?

I have to say that Jingyu is very comprehensive and considers Luo Yan very considerate, but she is a little too much and never considers her own feelings. This may be the sequelae of being a killer, and she cherishes what she gets, even if it is just a feeling.

Luo Yan had already helped Jingyu tie his hair and tied it with a jade hairpin, which was simple but elegant. Then he reached out and hugged Jingyu in his arms and joked: "Have you heard a word? Mother is noble because of his son. You are the highest-ranking wife in the house. If you want to occupy me, what else do they dare to say?"

Take over you?

Jingyu was quite amused and cried. He glanced at Luo Yan, leaned against Luo Yan's shoulder, and said softly: "Let's do it for a while, don't talk."

She was afraid that Luo Yan would talk nonsense again and destroy the warmth at the moment.

Well, who told you to be the child's fuck? I'll listen to you... Luo Yan closed his mouth.

The sunset glows enter through the gaps in the windows, and the dust in the air floats in the light, giving it an unspeakable remembrance and truth.

But what is past is gone after all.

Luo Yan could not have lived with Jingyu back then, and not to mention that Jingyu was not touched by him at that time. In a blink of an eye, things changed and many things were different. He was no longer the scholar who used to be a verbal person, and Jingyu was no longer the Luowang Tian-level killer who held the Jingyu sword in his hand and fought from the south gate of Xinzheng to the north gate.

I would like to ask Luo Yan what he thinks at this moment.

Such a life is so exciting... Luo Yan hugged Jingyu, quite proud. The woman who liked to suck his butt and scolded him now has not given birth to a baby for him.

Life ~

It's so colorful ~

...

Lanxiu Villa.

This villa was naturally the manor given to him by Jade Tiger. Later, Luo Yan ran away, and the manor was taken back by Ji Wuye. But after going around, it is now back.

Power is really a good thing. Some things that were once difficult to do can now be done in just one sentence.

For example, the small courtyard where Luo Yan lived before.

"Dad~"

Luo Yan had just arrived at Lanxiu Villa, and a pretty little cutie ran over with her short legs. Her delicate facial features were like porcelain dolls, her watery big eyes were like a pair of crescent moons, and behind her was the twin bodyguards of black and white Shao Siming.

Luo Yan squatted down and hugged his good daughter into his arms, rubbed her soft face, and said with a smile: "I run so fast, don't be afraid of falling down~"

"Not afraid."

Yue'er waved her little fists, looking very brave.

Luo Yan reached out and pinched her little nose, and joked: "Be careful that your mother will punish you to practice calligraphy again."

The education of aristocratic people these days is indeed quite early. Yan Fei is quite strict with Yue'er. This year she has started to teach her to read and write, and even teach her some basic Yin-Yang sorcerers. Fortunately, her son Luo Yan adopted a free-range model for this good daughter.

As children, playing is the most important thing.

It's OK after learning.

Yue'er stuck out her tongue at Luo Yan, then blinked her eyes, saw the Jingyu behind Luo Yan, and shouted crisply: "Auntie~"

Jingyu nodded slightly with a gentle smile, and said softly: "Where are your brother Chen'er and sister Yan'er?"

"Practicing calligraphy in the backyard~"

Yue'er responded obediently.

When Luo Yan heard this, he smiled dotingly and said, "You only know how to play."

The black and white young Siming also came over at this moment, bowed to Luo Yan, and then gave a slight salute to Jingyu.

Luo Yan waved his hand, hugged Yue'er, and took the Jingyu toward the inner courtyard. He was very familiar with Lanxiu Villa, and he also found the figures of Yan Fei and Yan Lingji. The two women were among the highest pavilions in Lanxiu Villa, and Luo Chen and Luo Yan'er were also among them.

After a while, a few people came to Lanxiu Pavilion.

Because of the height, you can still vaguely grasp the tail of dusk.

Yan Lingji leaned against the railing and listened to the wind, her long hair danced with the wind, and her long black and red skirt was like an elf in the flames, charming but elegant. Her beautiful face was filled with a faint smile. She looked at Luo Yan and Jing Yu suspiciously. The two of them came together, which was a bit intriguing.

However, Jingluo is well-known in the mansion, and Yan Lingji didn't say anything to mock him. She just glanced at Luo Yan and fell on Yue'er.

Although she doesn't like Yan Fei, she likes Yue'er very much.

A cute child can always capture a woman's heart.

Luo Chen was practicing calligraphy with a sensible eye. When he saw Luo Yan coming, he shouted, "Dad."

Xiao Yan'er, who was supervising him, folded her hands on her lower abdomen and shouted softly: "Godfather."

This word is a bit bad, compared to mine... Luo Yan nodded, hugged Yue'er and walked over, glanced at his son's masterpiece, commented in his heart, but praised him, "Yes, Chen'er, you have a talent for studying."

He reached out and rubbed Luo Chen's head.

Luo Chen believed it and nodded seriously.

"Have you had enough fun? I will practice calligraphy with your brother Chen tomorrow."

In a luxurious golden long skirt, Yan Fei slowly walked to Luo Yan's side, looked at Yue'er in Luo Yan's arms with a blame, and said softly.

Yue'er lies in Luo Yan's arms in grievance and becomes an ostrich, and Yu Guang secretly leaves his mother.

"Yue'er is still young, there is no need to be so strict, just be appropriate."

Luo Yan chuckled.

Yan Fei didn't argue with Luo Yan. She wouldn't listen to Luo Yan in terms of teaching her children, let alone she was already very relaxed to Yue'er.

Jingyu stood beside Yan'er and looked at Luo Chen's masterpiece, looking at Luo Chen's cold eyes very seriously.

She is also very serious about the education of the next generation, and she stands on the same front as Yan Fei.

Yan Lingji jumped gently, walked to Luo Yan with elegant and enchanting body, leaning against him, looking at Yue'er with beautiful eyes blinking, and instigated: "Yue'er, I won't listen to your mother, I will teach you how to play with fire tomorrow."

After saying that, he snapped his fingers and a wisp of flame floated on his fingertips.
To be continued...