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"No way, so many things happened, I have to explain carefully." Yan swallowed a sip of Xiliang's milk tea, feeling much better in his heart.Then he said, "Besides, Shen Fangyu's letter will arrive earlier than mine. How to explain all this clearly under the rage of the emperor depends on these letters."

"But... you are so eloquent, and you have written too much." Ilya said, "For example, here, there are six night pearls in the ancient tomb. It's okay if you don't mention it."

Yan silently put down the milk tea cup, pursed his lips and said, "What you said makes sense."

"Also here, the king of Xiliang has a snow-white eagle. It seems that there is no need to mention it." Ilya said, "You ramble and don't have a donkey. You can't finish writing until next year."

After staring at the nonsense pointed by Ilya for a while, Yan took a deep breath, crumpled the letter into a ball, and threw it on the ground.

"Ilya, there are so many things in my head," Yan was very distressed, "The more I want Brother Huang to understand what happened to me here, the more I don't know where to start."

"You just need to talk about the main points, the main points!" Ilya assumed a teacher's attitude, "I have more experience than you to report this kind of thing to the emperor."

"Yeah, you're used to making small reports." Yan raised his brows and looked at Ilya.

"Well...don't laugh at me." Ilya said embarrassedly, "I can't help it, I'm entrusted by others to be loyal. Yan, you can't blame me for always putting you in the death row tower. Tell your majesty about it."

"If I really blame you, can you still have your head?" Yan shook his head and continued to think about how to write a letter.

"By the way, Shen Fangyu came just now." Ilya reported, "When he came back for the first time, I accidentally wet his clothes. Now it's the second time he came back. I knew you were busy, so I didn't come in to disturb you."

"What is he doing?"

"Greetings to you."

"Tell him that I have spared his daily greetings, so there is no need..."

"Your Highness, you can talk to me directly." Shen Fangyu stood outside the bedroom door, "I don't need to send a message from Ilya."

Yan glanced outside the door, but the door was still open, a tall man like Shen Fangyu was standing there like a wall.

"Well, besides those who report small things, there are also those who listen to the corner." Yan complained, "Come on, you come in too."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Shen Fangyu walked in and stood respectfully by the desk.

"Shen Fangyu, from now on you don't have to come to my place every day to say hello, and you even come twice a day." Yan looked up at him and said, "You just need to bring the mission and the thousand elite soldiers of Yan."

"Taking care of the mission is the duty of the humble official, and I will do my best, but for Your Highness," Shen Fangyu said solemnly, "The humble official has other ideas..."

"No 'other', you hold back." Yan stared, "Don't think that I really won't drive you back to Dayan."

"Yes..." Shen Fangyu clasped his fists together, "Your Highness, the humble job dried up the water in my head yesterday, and I have thought clearly..."

"You finally figured it out?" Yan was overjoyed.

"Yes, I thought this was in Xiliang. You are a special envoy, and I am the commander and bodyguard escorting you. At this time, you should not talk about your children's personal affairs." Shen Fangyu said solemnly, "When I return to Dayan, I will treat you as Shen As the eldest grandson of the family, I officially pursue you."

Yan wrinkled his face, as if he was looking at an underachiever who didn't like oil and salt, wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a word in the end, so he shook his head and said, "Go down."

"Yes." Shen Fangyu was about to withdraw when Yan suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

"Your Highness, do you have any orders?"

"When I finish writing the letter, you can send it back to Dayan for me, to the emperor." Yan knew that Shen Fangyu sent the letter quickly because he walked through the iron eagle swordsman's unique channel for sending letters, which can directly reach the emperor, instead of taking the usual route. post post.

"Okay." Shen Fangyu nodded, "I'll wait outside."

After finishing speaking, Shen Fangyu went out to wait in the flower hall.

"How could you let him send the letter?" Ilya reminded in a low voice, "Aren't you afraid that he will intercept it halfway? Or should I find someone else..."

"No, Ilya, Shen Fangyu won't do that." Yan tidied up the letters, kept all the ones that could be kept, and threw away the nonsense.

"Why not, the letter he wrote and the letter you wrote are fighting in front of the emperor. If it were me, I would be able to exchange the letter without going out of this door."

"But he's not your Ilya after all," Yan said, "how can you compare it?"

"Well... you are right to say so." Elias and Shen Fangyu's meticulous appearance, even the posture of punishment standing is very standard.

"Even if our letter is typed as 'You are alive and dead, corpses are scattered all over the field', he will not stop me from sending letters to Brother Huang." Yan smiled and said, "Don't worry about it."

"Okay." Ilya nodded, "I trust you, so do what you say."

Yan knew that this letter would reach Brother Huang's hands quickly, and the only thing he had to worry about right now was how to write it to convince Brother Huang to agree to marry Usman as queen.

Elijah stood by and helped him grind the ink.

Yan took a piece of letter paper again, laid it flat on the table, then picked up a pen to dip in the thick ink, lightly tapped it on the bamboo-carved inkstone, and started writing on the letter paper.

"Huang..." The first stroke was written crookedly, probably because he was too preoccupied, Yan secretly clicked his tongue, rolled up the paper, and took a new sheet to flatten it out.

"Respectfully, Brother Emperor: Brother..." After Yan finished writing these words, the nib of the pen stopped moving.

"What about the back?" Elijah asked.

"Don't rush me." With a flick of his wrist, Yan poked the tip of the pen at the letter paper, leaving a thick ink.

Ilya didn't bother to say anything, and took the initiative to get him a new letterhead.

Yan lumped up the bad writing and threw it out angrily.

Shen Fangyu was standing outside the door, watching the ball of paper rolling out, feeling extremely aggrieved.

"I guess we'll have to wait half a day." Shen Fangyu thought, but as long as he could stay by Yan's side, he would be willing to wait a year, but he really didn't want to think about what Yan wrote.

He was very jealous, even though he knew that they were married in a fake way, he was still jealous.

"Ah, another one." A new paper dumpling rolled down to Shen Fangyu's feet, he lowered his head, and even caught a glimpse of the word "Emperor Brother" vaguely on it.

Shen Fangyu didn't intend to pick it up and look at it, but just stood there, waiting honestly.

"Yan, do you forget the words as soon as you pick up the pen? Why do you always make mistakes..." Ilya rubbed the ink until his wrists were sore, and Yan hadn't written anything yet.

"Whispering!" Yan scowled, took another piece of paper, and stared at it as if staring at an enemy.

"That's all!" Yan suddenly concentrated, and began to write with a serious face.Ilya watched curiously. After so much chatter, Yan finally figured out how to write it.

I saw that every stroke was like a dragon on a phoenix, showing strength and his firm intention.

Seeing the words is like seeing the heart, what Yan wrote left Ilya stunned with surprise.

"Respectfully, brother,

The younger brother is pleased with Usman, and looks forward to the bright future.

Brother: Chun Yuyan wrote it himself. "

This line was written in the middle of the letter paper, Yan put down the pen without any hesitation.

"This, this..." Ilya stammered, pointing to the above words and asked, "Are you serious? Or is it a stopgap measure..."

Yan had already taken the envelope, and quickly wrote on it: "Brother Emperor."

Then he took out his prince's seal and a box of exquisite vermilion mud wax from his sleeve, and sealed it firmly.

"Leave it to Shen Fangyu." Yan's tone was calm, and his hands were more steady, and he put the letter into the hands of the excited Ilya.

Ilya held the thin letter with only one page, but she was as careful as holding a newborn baby, even walking slower than usual, and carefully handed it over to Shen Fangyu.

Shen Fangyu didn't dare to take it with both hands, and said to the room: "Your Highness, I will send it as soon as possible."

Then he went out.

Ilya returned to the bedroom in a hurry, and Yan Yan was still sitting at the table, fiddling with his bloodstone-sealed letter. Shen Fangyu didn't take away the thick stack of things he wrote before, only the sentence just now that Shen Fangyu sent.

"Yan, you haven't answered me yet." Ilya's heart was pounding, nervous and excited.

Yan looked at the prince's seal letter in his hand with lowered eyebrows, and said with melancholy: "I know what you're thinking, even I can't figure it out...but it's true, I really fell in love with him."

"God!" Ilya was surprised and said in Xiliang, "then the king will not be happy..."

"Don't tell him." Yan's eyes were sharp and his attitude was firm.

"Ah?" Ilya didn't understand, "Since you have already fallen in love with the king, why can't you say it?"

"Anyway, you can't tell him." Yan said, "If you don't want your tongue anymore, just chew it next to his ear."

"No, no, no! I won't say anything, I'm yours now." Ilya said hastily.

"Hey, I must have lost my mind." Yan said, holding the seal tightly in the palm of his hand, "Other than that, there is no other possibility."

"Heh," Ilya couldn't help laughing, "I can't explain things like feelings clearly, it's like I was the one who 'followed the boat' when you went to the fighting beast camp. At that time, I saw that Your Majesty liked you so much, so I was jealous." Extremely, I wish you would die in danger, who would have thought that I would be jealous of your lord right now."

"Ilya," Yan said while looking at Ilya, "You even dared to set me up. You really dislike your life for too long. If you dare to do such a thing in the future, I will never forgive you."

"No, no!" Ilya's attitude was positive, like a puppy wagging its tail, trying to show its kindness to Yan, "I will take good care of you in the future!"

"I still want you to watch over me? It's good if you can take care of yourself." Yan Du smiled, "Okay, you go down, I want to be alone."

"Okay." Elijah went out.

Sitting in front of the desk, Yan was bitterly thinking about how he fell in love with Usman, and Usman was also coming to Yan.

He brought a lot of food, fresh dates, thorns, and candied fruits that the tribe paid tribute this morning. The big red, yellow, and yellow fruits were still covered with dew.

"Why are you here?" Yan walked out of the room after Ilya informed the Lord that he was coming.

"I'll bring you something delicious." Usman smiled, "Although there are not many fresh fruits in Xiliang, they are all big and sweet. You have to taste them."

"Why did you deliver it yourself?" Yan felt that Usman should not be allowed to run errands.

"I have a court meeting today, and I have to meet the patriarchs of many tribes. I may not be free to visit you until very late." Usman looked helpless, "I can only take the opportunity of giving fruit to visit you."

"If you're busy, you don't have to come here." Yan said, why did he fall in love with Usman just now when he was still having a headache, and now he still feels sorry for him.

"Remember to apply the medicine to your hand," Usman reminded.

"Yeah." Yan nodded.

Usman was probably really busy, so he didn't even have to issue an order to evict the guests, so he left first.

"These are all tribute fruits, the appearance is very good, there is no bump at all," Ilya drooled at the baskets of fresh fruits, "Your Majesty really sent you some good things."

"Don't look at it, eat it, your saliva is almost falling on the fruit."

"Thank you Yan, but, are you really not going to tell him?"

"Don't say it." Yan casually picked up a date palm the size of an egg and murmured, "Let's talk about it when he can convince my brother."

"Then we have to wait until the year of the monkey." Ilya sighed.

"Couldn't even eating be able to stop your mouth?" Yan said in a bad mood, he took a bite of the dates in his hand, it was crispy and crunchy, sweet but not greasy, unexpectedly delicious, and he ate several in one go.