After a long silence in the room, Yan Yun's calm voice came: "A guest of honor, a confidante."

In just eight words, everything is romantic.

Surao didn't shy away from this. She disguised herself and pretended to be submissive, which was her best trick. She was worried about the prince.

Even if he takes on the appearance of someone else, as long as he stands there, he will look like a jade tree in a beautiful building and a bright moon in the wind.

Such a person doesn't look like a butcher even when he picks up a kitchen knife!

"what's on your mind?"

Yan Yun asked in surprise when he noticed that the gaze was wandering on him thoughtfully.

Surao heard this, lowered his eyes and smiled, "It's nothing."

Thinking too much now is just asking for trouble. When the wind comes and the water and the earth cover up, there will always be a way to deal with it. She was too seriously injured, and she was thinking about many things in a miscellaneous way. She suddenly calmed down and had a severe headache.

Even the internal injuries caused by that palm were tearing and painful.

Yan Yun was slightly shocked when he saw that her pale face had become flushed at some point, and her neck was covered with sweat, as if she had just been fished out of the water.

"Do you have a hidden injury?"

Surao walked slowly to the table and sat down. He smiled nonchalantly and said, "I received a slap from that old guy, but he didn't get any favors. I'm afraid he will have to lie in bed for a month or two before he can move around.

"

"Give me your hand."

Yan Yun's tone was slightly cold, leaving no room for doubt.

Surao glanced at him and felt that these words seemed to offend him again. She smiled a little and stretched out her hand wisely, letting the warm fingertips touch her wrist veins.

The room was quiet and the candlelight was gentle.

The frost in the eyes of the man opposite him became thicker and thicker.

Su Rao felt a rare guilty conscience and said softly: "Such a small injury will not affect the business, sir, don't worry."

Yan Yun's eyebrows frowned slightly, then relaxed in an instant.

He didn't say anything, stood up and walked behind Surao, covering her uninjured left shoulder with one hand, followed by a steady stream of powerful and long internal energy, nourishing her depleted meridians like a sweet rain, smoothing her body.

Those wounds and breaches.

Su Rao only felt that the internal energy in her body, which was somewhat chaotic due to that palm, began to operate slowly and orderly under his careful guidance.

I don't know how long it took.

The palm force was slowly withdrawn, Surao took a deep breath, and suddenly felt that her tired and tired body felt much lighter, "Thank you, sir."

"No need."

Yan Yun glanced at her with his usually cold eyes, and said stiffly: "You should recover from your injuries as soon as possible, and don't delay the business."

After that, he left without looking back.

The entire small courtyard was empty, with a gentle night breeze and waves of pine trees. Surao stared at the direction in which he disappeared for a long time and sighed helplessly: "This young master's temper is really unpredictable."

"That's because you didn't think carefully about it, girl."

Suddenly, a figure hung upside down in the corridor outside the house. He smiled face to face with her. Seeing the visitor, the gloom in Surao's eyes dissipated a little, and she asked strangely: "Your young master has left, why are you still here?"

"Young Master ordered his subordinates to protect you, young lady."

Zhuyan did a backflip and landed firmly on the ground, then leaned against the pillar as if he were boneless, "Do you want to know what happened to my young master?"

He winked at her and smiled with a proud look on his face. If he could have a tail, it would fly up to the sky by now.

Such enthusiasm can really make people's hearts go crazy sometimes.

I always feel like he has ulterior motives.

Surao believed in her sixth sense, so she shook her head decisively and uttered two words ruthlessly: "I don't want to."

"You really don't want to?"

Zhu Yan looked suspicious and said seriously: "Girl, have you ever heard of the saying, "The first to get the moon is those who are near the water or the tower."

"Never heard of it."

Surao more or less understood the flirtation in his words, looked at him with strange eyes, and after a moment, smiled and said: "In addition to being a storyteller, you also like to work part-time as a matchmaker?"

"Storytellers talk about things in the human world. Love between men and women is inevitable. You don't know how popular this story based on our young master would be. What a pity."

"What's the pity?"

She asked curiously, Zhu Yan curled his lips and shrugged: "Unfortunately, the end result is either to grow old alone, or to escape into Buddhism, and there are also those who become immortals and become Buddhas by riding cranes. How miserable is this? The key is those ladies in the boudoir.

I’m just going to stick to this."

He looked angry and insulted.

Surao followed him and leaned against the door, and asked with interest: "Then you didn't write?"

"Written!"

The first time he met someone who had the patience to talk to him about these things, Zhuyan suddenly felt that he had met him late, and said angrily: "Of course, an outstanding scriptwriter like me cannot join in the same trend with them. I write hard, light a lamp and boil oil.

I put my heart and soul into writing several different stories.”

"Of course, the ending will definitely be happy and loving."

"Then what?"

she asked again.

Zhu Yan's face darkened a bit when he heard this, and he couldn't help grinding his teeth and said: "Then those teahouses and restaurants are unwilling to accept it, so forget it. The most outrageous thing is that they used my script to put on the table..."

"You haven't thought about why?"

Surao could tell that he really liked this thing, his eyes were shining when he talked about it, and she couldn't help but ask softly.

Zhu Yan glanced at her, then leaned against the corridor pillar, looking through the square yard and high wall to the other side, his expression suddenly felt a little lonely.

"I've thought about it."

"Look, girl, the moon is hanging high in the sky. It is bright and clear, and it will never change. It is out of reach for everyone, so everyone thinks there is nothing wrong with it."

"So as time goes by, the loneliness and long nights naturally become its requirements."

He smiled as he spoke and raised his hand to gesture in the air, "They never thought that the moon might never want to hang high on the star screen and enjoy the reverence and loneliness, but longs to be plucked off.

, hold it in the palm of your hand and make it a bright pearl."

He seemed to be talking about the moon, but also seemed to be talking about something else.

His expression was lonely and his tone was sour. Before Su Rao was ready to comfort his belly, Zhu Yan's eyes disappeared with sadness, he raised his lips and laughed and said: "How about Miss Su, am I unique and touching?"

Surao: "...Yes."

It's because she thinks too much. This person doesn't know what it means to be sad for spring and autumn.

Zhuyan knew nothing about her psychological activities and said proudly: "Of course, just wait and see. One day, I will definitely write a shocking book that will smash those people's faces!"

"Then I wish you everything you wish for."

Surao couldn't laugh or cry.

Seeing this, Zhu Yan came over again with a smile and asked seriously: "Girl, do you really not want to know why my young master is angry..."

"In no mood."

The plain-faced smile pulled down the corner of his mouth, ignoring his sad gaze, and took a step back into the house, "It's late at night, go to bed early and recharge your batteries, there will be guests coming soon...

"

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