After I fell off my horse, I was married for nine thousand years

After he finished speaking, the whole room fell silent for a moment.

Wang Baijin was carried by Yan Huaiyin on his shoulders like noodles. Hearing such words, he wished he could roll his eyes and faint.

Oh my god, he dared to tease the Hades just now.

But the sternness on Yan Huaiyin's face was fleeting, and when he raised his eyes again, he had that gentle look again, as if he didn't say what he said just now, and he said with a smile: "Young Master Meng, let's go."

Seeing that Yan Huaiyin was about to leave, Meng Jingxuan blurted out without thinking, "I am happy with the palm print."

After he finished speaking, the atmosphere of the whole room fell into a deeper silence.

Yan Huaiyin really stopped in place.

Meng Jingxuan continued: "So you came out in the carriage with him hugging, which made me very uncomfortable."

His words silenced Yan Huaiyin, and also made the people who appeared in the corridor pause for a while.

Gu Huanshan didn't know when he appeared in the corridor, and he didn't know how much he had listened to their words.

Gu Huanshan thought that the conversation between the two had come to an end, but just as he was about to lift his feet, he heard Meng Jingxuan utter these two sentences one after another.

When his raised foot was unstable, he made a little noise.

The next moment, Yan Huaiyin turned his head, and Meng Jingxuan also raised his eyes to look into the corridor.

The three of them confronted each other, leaving only the shivering Wang Baijin lying on Yan Huaiyin's shoulder, regretting for the first time that he was a person with sound limbs but not deaf or blind.

Seeing them looking over, Gu Huanshan didn't hesitate too much, he took a few steps with long legs, and stood in front of Meng Jingxuan.

He pursed his lips sternly and said, "Young Master Meng, Governor Meng heard that you are upstairs, and asked me to invite you down."

Meng Yi is extremely strict with his only son, wishing to worry about everything about food, clothing, housing and transportation. If his son is around, he must be dragged by his side to see him all the time.

Knowing that Meng Jingxuan was in Anhe Restaurant, Meng Yi and Chen He were dealing with each other, so he asked Gu Huanshan to come upstairs to call his son.

Gu Huanshan originally thought it was a clean job, but he didn't expect to encounter this scene as soon as he went upstairs.

Can men like men too?

And what Meng Jingxuan said, who is Yan Huaiyin cuddling with?

With a straight face, Gu Huanshan calmly suppressed the shock surging in his heart.

Over there, Yan Huaiyin was not in the mood to circle around with Meng Jingxuan in this regard, seeing Gu Huanshan coming, he thought about leaving.

But Meng Jingxuan refused to let go, he said coldly: "I don't like it very much."

After he said these words, after a moment of silence, Yan Huaiyin laughed.

Before Wang Baijin on his shoulder could react, Yan Huaiyin put him on the stool.

Yan Huaiyin took two steps forward, and asked softly, "You said Jiang Lian and I hugged each other in the carriage?"

Meng Jingxuan nodded, he looked at Yan Huaiyin: "Yes, he was seen clearly."

After he said that, Gu Huanshan beside him frowned.

If Meng Jingxuan's words got out, it would mean that Yan Huaiyin and Jiang Lian had hooked up. Jiang Lian had no reputation to ruin. This was to make Emperor Chengde suspect that the old Northwest Ministry and Jiang Lian had formed a party for personal gain.

Thinking of this, Gu Huanshan looked at Yan Huaiyin, and saw that he didn't say anything, but just blinked lightly.

Immediately afterwards, those eyes looked at him.

Before Gu Huanshan could react, he saw those eyes coming in front of him, so close that Gu Huanshan could see his slender eyelashes.

The most taboo thing about fighting on the battlefield is to lose momentum after meeting the enemy commander's eyes, because they often have to use more fierce and fierce eyes to overwhelm them. Gu Huanshan is very familiar with this.

But Gu Huanshan looked at the clear and moist eyes that were close at hand, perhaps the words between the man and the man just now were too shocking, and what Gu Huanshan thought was that if Yan Huaiyin hugged Jiang Lian, he would also use such eyes to see each other. Do you see his?

It was dark and clear, with an incomprehensible smile.

But in the next moment, his mind buzzed, and he had no time to think about anything.

A pair of arms were wrapped around his neck.

Yan Huaiyin put his arms around his shoulders.

Gu Huanshan was taller than him, so when Yan Huaiyin went upstairs, he seemed to be trapped in his arms.But he didn't seem to care, just put one hand on his shoulder, Gu Huanshan was taller than him, so he put one hand on the back of his neck, making him lower his head slightly.

Gu Huanshan was really pressed down by him and lowered his head.

From the moment Yan Huaiyin hugged him, his whole body seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't control his body.

Obviously it was Yan Huaiyin who bumped into his arms, but Gu Huanshan seemed to be under his control.

He never left his long sword hanging by his waist. Even if he didn't use it, Gu Huanshan habitually held the hilt. At this time, he even loosened the hilt without realizing it.

Gu Huanshan's loose hands seemed to want to subconsciously hug the narrow waist in his arms, but he didn't move at all.

The person in his arms was as soft as a cloud, sinking straight into his arms.

He traveled from the southern frontier to the imperial capital, and when he marched and fought, he was attacked by all kinds of hard weapons, but he had never stayed in his arms with such a luxurious and soft waist. Gu Huanshan dared not move for fear of crushing the clouds.

Yan Huaiyin had just recovered from his illness for more than ten days, and his chin was a little bit sharper than usual. Now when he was talking on the side of Gu Huanshan's neck, it made him feel a little itchy.

He looked at Meng Jingxuan and said with a smile, "Young Master Meng, this is called throwing yourself into your arms."

"Not only do I love to cuddle with people, but I also like to throw myself into my arms and give them hugs," Yan Huaiyin slightly raised her head, lying on the side of Gu Huanshan's neck to look at him.

His curved eyes were full of small smiles, and the slender forearm that was hanging on Gu Huanshan's shoulders was dazzling white in the sun: "Young master Meng, go ahead."

Meng Jingxuan's expression turned extremely ugly.

After Yan Huaiyin finished speaking, she withdrew from Gu Huanshan's arms.

When someone carried Wang Baijin down the restaurant, the two people in the private room came to their senses.

Meng Jingxuan was angry.

Once Yan Huaiyin did this, if he really told about his embrace with Jiang Lian, Yan Huaiyin could also tell about his embrace of Gu Huanshan.Jiang Lian didn't know he was the one who said this, but Gu Huanshan was beside them.

Gu Huanshan's personality is withdrawn and uncertain, so naturally he will not let him go.

Meng Jingxuan tilted her head to look at Gu Huanshan, and saw that there was no expression on his face, not only he was not angry, but the tips of his ears were still red.

Meng Jingxuan couldn't bear it any longer, and sneered: "Little General Gu, he is using you as a pawn."

Gu Huanshan raised his eyes to look at him, his ears were red, but his words seemed to be sharp and sharp: "So, it is best not to talk nonsense about today's matter, Mr. Meng."

Yan Huaiyin didn't know how the two talked. He carried Wang Baijin and sent him back to the palace in person.

Wang Size happened to be in the mansion. Hearing the notice from the servants, he hurriedly entered the living room, and saw a bloody leg dragging his son who looked like he just came out of coal digging.

It's just that I haven't seen him for a long time. Wang Baijin saw his father again, as if it had been a lifetime.

He put his arms around Wang Size's neck, cried out loudly, and howled a thousand times: "Father! I will never go to the gambling house again, Daddy!"

The more he cried, the more aggrieved he became, and then he thought of Yan Huaiyin asking him gently in the casino, did his leg hurt from the fire?He said softly: "If you don't clean your mouth again and do some gambling, I will let your father taste the feeling of being burned."

Yan Huaiyin is too good at judging people.

Wang Baijin lived a life of wandering, only his father did not despise him for being worthless, and he didn't want his father to be burned to death.

Yan Huaiyin dared to set fire to Anshun Avenue in Nanyang Hou Mansion. He is a servant boy, isn't he the little matchstick he used to wipe the fire?

Wang Si was hugged tightly by him, and he was about to be strangled to death, so he patted Wang Baijin on the back: "What's wrong?"

He said to the servant standing next to him: "Go and call for a doctor, no, no, go to the palace and call for an imperial doctor."

The boy ran away in a hurry, but Wang Size saw his son crying so forgetfully that he couldn't ask any more questions, so he went to see Yan Huaiyin: "Lord Yan, what's wrong?"

Yan Huaiyin frowned: "Wait for the prince to explain to you in detail."

He said, "I'll go back first."

Wang Si was busy coaxing his son, the whole servant's mansion was in chaos, and Yan Huaiyin left the servant's mansion amidst the turmoil.

When he returned to the courtyard on Baowen Street, Lian Qing was already waiting for him in the courtyard, after seeing him, Lian Qing said: "Emperor Chengde already knew that Marquis Nanyang, Jiang Lian and a group of ministers had already entered the palace. "

Yan Huaiyin nodded lightly: "Go and wait, when someone comes out, tell me."

Waiting like this is late at night.

When Lian Qing came back again, it was already late at night with the bright moon hanging high.

Lian Qing reported: "Master, Chen He is going back home."

On the stone bench in the small courtyard, Yan Huaiyin had already changed into black casual clothes with narrow sleeves and shorts.

He got up, didn't say anything else, just said: "You go."

After he finished speaking, he tiptoed and disappeared into the yard.

-

On the imperial street leading directly to the imperial palace, a carriage with the logo of Nanyang Houfu was driving. Inside the carriage, Chen He's expression was not very good.

He talked with Emperor Chengde in the palace for several hours, and just after he left the palace, he was called by Nanyang Hou to Nanyang Hou's mansion and scolded for a whole hour.

Now that he was sitting in the carriage, Nanyang Hou's angry reprimand seemed to still be around his ears.

Chen He clicked his tongue, and rubbed the center of his eyebrows irritably: "How long will it take to arrive at the house?"

The boy driving the carriage outside the carriage replied cautiously: "Master, it will be soon."

Having said that, the carriage turned a corner and stopped in front of a wealthy mansion.

Two white jade lions stood majestically in front of the vermilion gate, showing a certain majesty in the dark night.

Chen He is just hanging up a seventh-rank idle job, because he holds Anshun Avenue, he can afford to live in this huge mansion with pavilions, terraces and pavilions.

The boy helped him out of the carriage, and as soon as he entered the door, the maid who had been waiting for a long time handed him a hot handkerchief to wipe his hands.

Chen He took the handkerchief and wiped his hands, and said, "I'm going to sleep in the Linshui Pavilion tonight, so they don't bother me."

Linshui Pavilion is his study, built by the lake in the mansion, Chen He is usually annoyed, and he doesn't want to stay with the Yingying Yanyans in the mansion, so he will go there to sleep alone.

The boy quickly said yes.

After burning incense, Chen He lay on the bed in Linshui Pavilion.

There was something on his mind, he closed his eyes and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. After turning over again, he opened his eyes suddenly as if he felt something.

He bumped into both eyes.

Before Chen He could shout, the owner of that eye covered his mouth and sent the dagger down his throat.

After a long time, after he was completely dead, Yan Huaiyin pulled the dagger out of Chen He's neck, his face was calm, he only wiped the blood from the dagger on the front of Chen He's chest, and was about to jump out of the window to leave.

But when he turned around, he froze there.

A man was sitting by the open window.

Jiang Lian lowered her eyes and looked at him calmly, her voice was as soft as the mist floating on the lake in the middle of the night: "Lord Yan sets fires in the daytime and kills people in the middle of the night, I'm so uncomfortable."