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"Your Highness, this place is dangerous." Shen Fangyu stepped forward and said.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Yan smiled, and then said, "After all, the king of Xiliang tried it himself."

"By the way," Yan continued, "From the gifts Dayan brought, pick out two that are suitable for girls, and send them to Princess Mingyue as return gifts."

"Yes. But Your Highness, won't you send it there yourself?"

"Do you think I should give it to the princess myself?"

"Because you hit it off with the princess just now, so..."

"I like Her Royal Highness the Princess." Yan said frankly, "That's why we have to keep some distance. After all, men and women are different. If we get along in private, if we are too close, it is inevitable that there will be gossip that is not good for the princess. Maybe I will..."

"Earlier?"

"No, there's no possibility, and it's not earlier." Yan held the Jade Tiger Brush tightly in his palm, "There is only one imperial brother in the world, and no one can replace him."

"That's natural." Shen Fangyu couldn't understand, but he seemed to understand.

"It's just that that guy managed to piss me off again." Yan Nu laughed back, "Does he think that I'm the kind of person who would take second place just because I'm similar?"

Shen Fangyu really didn't understand this time, let alone what it meant to settle for second best?

"Shen Fangyu." Yan jumped down from the balcony.

"I'm humble."

"Notify Danyang City that I'm not feeling well, no, don't say I'm not feeling well," Yan said after a pause, "Just say that it's too late for me to meet Princess Mingyue, and I want to spend a few more days with her here, so tomorrow I won’t be attending the reception tonight, if it’s postponed or cancelled, it’s up to the King of Xiliang to make his own decision.”

Yan's words are not very polite, but Shen Fangyu will sort it out and pass it on to the King of Xiliang.

"Okay. Let's do it now." Shen Fangyu understood this time, His Royal Highness was offended by the King of Xiliang, and the reason may be related to the king's violent driving of Princess Mingyue.

After Shen Fangyu went down, Yan looked at the scenery outside, green grass on one side, rocky volcano on the other, the tall circular beacon tower was like a crater barrel, dark and strong.

Looking further away is the desolate Gobi Desert in yellow and white, the scenery is extremely rough, the sky is high and the land is wide, Yan really wants to transform into an eagle and soar freely in it.

"Usman, what do you think of me?" Yan relaxed and thought of Usman again in less than half a moment, "In your eyes, my feelings for Brother Huang can be changed because of a similar-looking Princess Mingyue." Easily changed?"

"That's right, Mingyue looks like Brother Huang, but she is not Brother Huang, no one can become Brother Huang, no one." Yan lowered his eyes and clenched his fists, "Never will."

Usman's smiling face suddenly appeared in front of Yan's eyes, like a scheming fox, which made him feel uneasy to the extreme, and he couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said: "What kind of marriage is there? Why don't we just go to war, I'm the same I can rummage through every inch of land in Xiliang and find what I want."

"What? Let's go to war?!" Ilya just happened to bring hot tea to Yan, and almost threw the cup when he heard this.

"Ilya," Yan ordered, his expression turned pale when he saw Ilya, "you come with me."

"Huh? Where is this going?" Ilya hurriedly put down the cup, wondering what the Lord was doing again?It made His Highness so angry.

"I'm panicked, I need to loosen my muscles." Yan strode ahead, "You can be my training partner."

"—Me?! No, isn't it? Your Highness, where is Commander Shen? Or is he more suitable..."

"He's gone on business."

"Ah~~~~~~" Ilya pulled a mournful ending, and followed Yan with her feet dangling.

There is an open space paved with colored porcelain tiles next to the mountain wall of the Swan Palace, with a good view. Yan holds a wooden sword and teaches Ilya self-defense.

"Pay attention to the upper left!" Yan held the wooden sword in his hand and stabbed at Ilya's left shoulder. Ilya hurriedly raised the wooden sword with both hands to block it.

But still lacking strength, Yan swiftly stabbed his sword flying, and instantly hit his shoulder.

"Ouch." Ilya backed away again and again.

"Your wrist strength is insufficient, your feet are floating, your breath is disordered, and you are full of loopholes." Yan put away the wooden sword and said, "The problem is not small."

"I haven't learned much about swordsmanship..." Ilya felt aggrieved. He was only taught how to serve his master's daily life since he was a child, so how could he learn martial arts?

"What you haven't learned before, you can learn now, and I will teach you. Even the most basic swordsmanship, if you master it, you can defend yourself." Yan seemed to be a strict teacher, "Ilya, starting today, you Go to the cistern and hold twenty buckets of water with one hand, and remember to keep the strength of the wrist consistent with the exhalation of the breath, that is to say, the strength is tensed for me, and the knees must not shake."

"This... didn't you mean that I would practice sword with you to relieve boredom, how did it turn out that I learned sword... and carry water..." Ilya grumbled.

"Thirty barrels."

"Well……"

"It's impossible for me to stay in Xiliang forever." After Yan said this, he brought up the sword again, "Okay, you pick up the sword, and then we..."

"Ah, Commander Shen is here!" Ilya yelled, seeing Shen Fangyu, it was as if she saw a life-saving straw.

"Why did you come back so soon?" Seeing Shen Fangyu's solemn expression, Yan couldn't help asking, "What happened?"

"Your Highness," Shen Fangyu bowed, "please move down the mountain and have a look."

"Huh?" Yan frowned, and walked to the edge of the open space. In an instant, his pupils widened like cat's eyes, and there was a lively long line winding down the mountain like a dragon dance: carts, horses, cows, camels, There are also palace ladies, eunuchs, and guards from Xiliang, all of whom are walking in the procession. They are either carrying large wooden boxes and large wine barrels, or holding some vases and sculptures.

What's more, Yan also saw some gorgeously decorated chariots of concubines.

"What's the situation?" Yan Zhi asked Shen Fangyu, pointing to the long line.

"Returning to Your Highness, after I conveyed your intentions to you," Shen Fangyu seemed to have a headache, "The King of Xiliang ordered to change the banquet to the Swan Palace, and he himself moved here..."

"What?!" Yan thought he heard it wrong. The emperor's move to live in the palace is a major event. Not only must the security of the guards of the palace be considered, but also the handling of government affairs, daily life and so on. The arrangement can range from a few months to a few years. , to act.

Usman moved here with a lot of people without prior notice or making any arrangements?

It's like playing house, you can come here however you want.

As long as Yan thinks that the assassin's matter has not been resolved, his anger will flow out like a boiling pot.

"The king of Xiliang also said..."

"say what?"

"He came here to live with you."

"His daydream!" Yan put away his sword, turned his head and walked away with a livid face.

"You, where are you going?" Shen Fangyu hurriedly followed.

"Ah, wait for me!" Ilya stared dumbfounded at the mighty team that meandered for several miles, turned around and found that Yan and Shen Fangyu had left, so she hurriedly chased after him.

Yan came to the corridor on the third floor, and happened to see Usman and a group of courtiers behind him, they came up from the marble stairs on the left.

With a blank expression on his face, Yan turned and walked towards his room.

Usman asked Yalta beside him, "Do you think he saw the king?"

"This..." Yalta struggled to speak, "Maybe it's not..."

"Why didn't you see it?" Feralas stepped forward and said, "His Royal Highness is avoiding so fast, obviously he saw the king."

"The king didn't ask you!" Usman's forehead twitched with veins, "I shouldn't have brought you here."

"Your Majesty, you have to move here to handle official business, why can't you not come? Huh? Your Majesty, where are you going? Slow down, and wait for your servant." Feralas didn't finish speaking, so he watched Dao Jun strode forward to chase.

The nearly fifty civil and military ministers also hurriedly followed.

Before Shen Fangyu came to relay the words of Prince Yonghe, they were having a court meeting. The topics discussed were: the preliminary preparations for the marriage with the Great Yan Kingdom; the cleaning and reconstruction of the Beast Camp; the drafting of a new tax system for foreign businessmen; Maintain trade routes...

Then, before the end of these serious topics, Your Majesty suddenly ordered: "You all follow me."

"Where are you going?" Everyone wondered.

"Moving." Your Majesty stood up and said solemnly, "I'm going to live in the Swan Palace for a few days, and I will continue to discuss matters there afterward."

"What—!?" The king's order was hard to break, and all the courtiers with an average age of 50 years old followed Usman over.

Among them was a seventy-year-old minister who kept wiping the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief.I have been a courtier all my life, and I have never been so tossed about. I was about to move in the middle of the meeting, and I hurried to the Swan Palace under the sun of a big boss. Before I could take a breath, I had to follow the king to chase after Prince Dayan .

He didn't dare to be angry, and he didn't dare to laugh, so he could only obediently follow Feralas, running in small steps.

"What?" Seeing Usman running towards him suddenly, Yan stepped into the flower hall without saying a word, turned around and shut the door tightly with a "bang".

After all, Usman was a step late, but he was lucky, because if he had kicked earlier, the door panel would have slapped him in the face.

"Yanyan." Usman knocked on the door and said, the door is hollow, with white gauze like clouds and mist embedded inside, so Yan can be seen standing behind the door, with his shoulders against the door, Really don't let him in.

"There is no 'Yan Yan' here, you have found the wrong place." Yan replied annoyed.

"Then is Chunyu Yan here?" Usman asked fawningly, "I can find him."

"No, no one is here! You go!"

"No one is here, so who is answering?" Usman smiled innocently, "It can't be a kitten or a puppy, right?"

"...Who are you calling a cat or a dog?!" Through the door panel, Yan's anger could be felt to rise instantly.

"Uh," Usman wanted to slap himself, but he ended the conversation, and what he said just now was tantamount to cursing Yan for not being human...

Usman suddenly remembered that he still has a think tank, and those old officials have never seen anything in the world...

Usman turned his head and looked to the side.