After leaving the black gate of Ranyan Pavilion, Leng Yuhan signaled Lian Mo to go to Luoyang to pick out some rewards for Ran Mofeng.

Although it is more likely that Ran Mofeng hates him, the body of that man's first night in the female-dominated country of Huangfeng should be something that Ran Mofeng cherishes very much and cannot be trampled upon by others.

Walking slowly along the road back to Huangfeng Palace, Leng Yuhan looked and thought as he walked.

Having been here for more than two months, Leng Yuhan has never had a good look at the place where he will soon belong to his life.

I just hide in Shi Hanyan's Huangfeng Palace every day and recall my own past, resisting and avoiding the ignorant world outside from the bottom of my heart without a clue.[

But how long can this kind of resistance and avoidance protect you? You have to face what you have to face. As time goes by, you may only sink yourself into a deeper swamp.

"Oh! I can't live like this anymore."

With a long sigh, Leng Yuhan sat on the lawn in the rockery garden, looking at the flowing clouds in the sky and thinking hard.

Thinking very seriously, thinking very seriously.

Not far from the rockery, there is a tastefully restored corner pavilion.

The roof of the corner pavilion is made of pure glazed tiles, and there are no cracks in the joints of each piece, and they are as harmonious as flowing clouds and flowing water.

The four pillars of the corner pavilion are also made of extremely precious yellow pear wood. Because the texture of huanghuali wood is very clear, there are many wood boils in the wood grain. From time to time, some patterns will appear, such as fox faces, old people and childish looks.

, so that the corner pavilion does not need special modifications and carvings, but it already has a unique flavor, full of elegance, beauty and significance.

The small pavilion is surrounded by fine brocade, which flickers in and out, wrapping the four beauties in gorgeous clothes in the pavilion.

"Haha, have you heard? Our prince pampered our prince husband last night."

The person speaking was dressed in white, and his ink-black hair was tied up high with a brocade belt. His words were light and windy, and as he waved his sleeves and studied the ink, he contained an indescribable sense of nobility and elegance.

"Are you jealous? Sure enough, men have small hearts."

Dip ink and pick up the pen, two lines of clear and elegant small seal characters appear on the paper.

On the thick rice paper, the ink lines run straight down, between the dots and strokes, the beads bounce, and the pen power and rhythm are thorough, elegant and profound.

"Jealousy? It doesn't seem to be out of the question, but there is a bit of curiosity."

The person who answered was still wearing white clothes shining like the warm sun, but the tone of his words was lighter.

"Curious? That's true. It's been almost three years. It seems that our prince can't stand the loneliness and wants to eat meat."

Picking up the calligraphy on the table, he nodded with satisfaction. After three years of writing, the hard work is almost over.

"Ruo Yu, we should go back to Xuanzhao."

He raised his eyes and looked at the other two men in rich clothes who had been silent. The man in white blocked the cotton yarn blown away by the wind. His eyes were as quiet as a pond and the abyss was as deep as the sea.[

"Go back? Why?"

Putting back the ink pen, the handsome man in a peach-pink brocade-sleeved shirt thought thoughtfully for a moment, and replied with emotion: "I've been used to the quietness here for three years, why bother to come back again?"

In that dragon's pond and tiger's den?"

The person who spoke was none other than Prime Minister Wen An Ruoyu, who was known as one of the two figures of Xuan and Zhao.

"But I'm not used to it yet."

The hidden words were buried deep in his mouth, and the man in white became silent.
Chapter completed!