Jun Ziyan stretched out his sleeves to wipe the water droplets from the corners of his mouth, and looked sideways at Su Shajue, who was leading the horse towards him. His eyes were suddenly startled, and he was slightly surprised.
I just feel that it is rare for a man from Ji Jin to be as handsome as him, slightly better than Wanyan Che. If Wanyan Che is a brave tiger, then he should be a man of brilliance that is rare to see in a hundred years.
White snow pine crane.
However, for such a beautiful person to be born into the royal family, he must not be a kind person.
He is just a prince, but he can shake up the imperial court, tremble in all directions, and make thousands of people surrender. This is enough to prove the will of the people. He must also be a ruthless person.
Raising his eyes to meet her scrutinizing gaze, Su Sha Jue smiled faintly and said, "Mr. Jun, are you feeling unwell?" The faint words contained concern.
Hearing this concern, Jun Ziyan stood up and shook the drops of water in his hand, smiled evilly, and said: "I'm not that delicate, but I just can't bear that you guys with strong martial arts carry me around like a sack, and I vomit."
Just get over it." It sounded like a joke, but I still felt displeased.
That's right, how can anyone say a word of gratitude to someone after being thrown around like a sandbag?
After hearing this talk, Su Shajue explained with a bit of sternness: "It was also forced by the situation at that time. It's fine that Mr. Jun is fine." Uncomfortably, he stretched out his hand to gently stroke the snow horse's fur, with an embarrassed look on his face.
"Anyway, Ziyan owes the prince another favor. Hey, they all say, 'Money is easy to repay, but favor is hard to repay.' This is true!" Jun Ziyan reached out and took out the plum blossom folding Confucian fan from his waist, and opened it lightly.
Shake, comfortable and lazy.
In modern times, her Junziyan's purpose is not to owe favors, because favors are difficult to repay and cannot be repaid clearly.
Su Sha couldn't help but laugh. No matter how he listened, he felt that the other party's tone was a little unwilling, as if he was even more aggrieved. He raised a crescent moon smile and said: "Young Master Jun, if you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten it, but since I
You, the lawyer, have already owed you the favor of the king, so you have to live happily. Maybe one day the king will come to ask for it from you."
"Oh, that's natural. As long as it's within Zi Yan's ability, Zi Yan should try his best to repay the favor." Jun Ziyan walked to Xue Ju, stood opposite Su Sha Jue, stroked Xue Ju's smooth fur, and smiled warmly.
Talking back is like a clear spring pouring into the heart.
Su Shajue smiled and said nothing. For some reason, in front of this person, he could laugh whenever he wanted like an ordinary person. He didn't have to hold back at all. He didn't have to keep a straight face all day long, put on a princely air, and keep anyone away from him.
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The cool breeze blows, the stream gurgls, the bamboo leaves collide with each other and make a swishing sound. Such a natural atmosphere makes people feel like they are between heaven and earth, and they are all influenced by such a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.
After a long while, the two of them were silent for a while, each with their own concerns, Su Shajue finally spoke: "Who are you?"
His gentle voice revealed the majesty of a king. He had wanted to ask this question ever since he was in Yufengxuan, and he asked it now only because of Wanyan Che's fuse.
The action of stroking the snow colt's fur paused, and Jun Ziyan smiled warmly. He had long known that this calm and elegant prince would be unable to hold on.
The fluff under his hands felt so good, so docile and comfortable that people couldn't bear to move away. After being silent for five long breaths, Junziyan sharply asked: "Who are you speaking on behalf of, Your Majesty? Is it the arrogant general, or you, Your Majesty?"
ask?"
His calm face remained calm, his smile was warm and gentle, and there was no trace of panic in his cold voice, but only calmness and inexplicable coercion.