Chapter 196: Schedule

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In particular, the Princess of Baling actually played the idea of ​​that aspect.
"Mother? It’s night, can you wash and sleep?" The sound of the night outside the door sounded.
Yan Yan dissected the last mouse while the sound was flat: "Two more moments."
Late Green listened to the sound of the room as if from the hell, could not help but shrink the neck, Xing Niang in front of the hall shook his head, ran away and whispered to her: "Mother said that two more moments."
Xing Niang sighed and said: "Then the water is hot, and after a while, the water is sent to the bath room."
Two moments later, Yan Yan handled the body of the mouse, took off his gloves and a mask, and opened the door. The sky outside is dark and there is a lantern on the gallery.
Yan Yan stretched out and was just about to put on her shoes, but she was suddenly slammed from the back. Before she struggled, she was picked up by the waist and quickly plunged into the darkness.
The strong chest behind him, and the cold and scent of the whole body, make Yan Yan only think of one person, Su Fu.
When he arrived at a secluded place, he was able to settle down, but Su Fu did not immediately release her.
Yan Yan pushed him away with an anger, and stared back at the handsome face.
"I..." Su Fu saw her angry, trying to explain a few words, but for a moment I did not know where to start, this thing is indeed that he is wrong.
Su Fuben is an assassin. There is nothing to behave in this way. Yan Yan feels that her reaction has gone too far. She slows her breath and says: "When the night comes, what?"
"Just look at you." Su Fu's deep eyes flashed a trace of disappointment. He left Suzhou for a month, and whenever a person is lonely, he will inexplicably think of this beautiful but not smart face. No one has ever given him such a feeling of peace of mind. He hopes that Yan Yan can also make a little difference to him, but at the moment, it is his expectation.
"Your identity... How to settle in Chang'an?" asked Yan Yan.
However, in a flash, Su Fu’s state of mind has returned to normal.
I am working in the Medical Department and privately listening to Wei Wang Li Tai and living in Anshan Square.

For these secrets, Su Fu did not hide anything.
Yan Yan slightly stunned, this situation, she did not know what to say next, if you continue to continue the topic to ask, Su Fu Bacheng will not hide, but Yan Yan does not want to know now. Talking about the scenery? Yan Yan looked up and looked at the darkness of the sky, and even wanted to say "good moonlight today" would not work.
When Su Fu was alone, it was a common thing to not say a word a month. He only wanted to marry her during his trip, and did not think about what topic to talk about.
"Mother?" "Mother?"
Being silent, there is a faint scream in the distance.
"That... I went back." Yan Yandao.
"Yeah." Su Fudao.
Yan Yan walked slowly along the path, and the change in his relationship with Su Fu was somewhat puzzling. Originally, he should kill her, and she should be wary everywhere. How do you see that you are living and living, why is it like this?
Not a friend, not an enemy, not a lover...
Yan Yan stayed in the footsteps and looked back at the place where he had just stood, but he saw the black dress, standing under the shadow of the tree, almost blending with the darkness.
When I walked to the vicinity of Yaju, I saw her in the evening, and I let out a sigh of relief. I quickly greeted me. "Where is the blink of an eye-catching maiden?"
"I am turning around." Yan Yandao.
They are all in the middle of the house, and I don’t think much about the evening green. I just put the shoes in my hand on the front of my face and said: "Mother is so big, why don’t you wear shoes? In case of hurting the feet What should I do?"
Yan Yan silently put on his shoes and went to the bath room with the late green. If it wasn't for her demeanor, it would be like a trained child.
Bathing and washing away the tiredness of the day, lying on the couch with a distraction, thinking about what to do next to really enrich yourself, it is not easy to mix in ancient times! In the past, every time she used to go down the line, she could still rely on post-mortem techniques to get mixed with the wind. In ancient times, when she wanted to get ahead, she would have a full development of morality, intelligence, and work.
Yan Yan fell asleep in a confused way, thinking about the moment before going to sleep, looking for a "Book of Songs" in the morning to see.
The next morning, Yan Yan slept sweetly in the sound of Xiao drum. Because her wounds had just healed, and with the journey, Xing Niang did not call her to collapse.
I went straight to the sun, and I woke up. Looking at the bright daylight on the ground, she sat up awkwardly, and even the waking up of the air quickly dissipated.
Yan Yan’s schedule has always been very punctual. Since the last coma, the biological clock seems to be chaotic, but she planned to study in the morning last night...
Yan Yan inherited the talents and memories of the original Lord, but as time goes on, these things that are not often used are slowly dimming. Now recalling the Book of Songs, I can only remember some fragments piecemeal. . It seems that God will not give these things to her in vain, and will seize the opportunity, otherwise it will be lost.
Thinking of this, she picked it up from the couch and grabbed a satin coat.
"Niang." The late green water came in, and saw Yan Yan's hands and feet quickly put on clothes, strangely said: "Is there something today?"
"Yeah." Yan Yan nodded and said something that made the late green eyes stunned. "I have to study and embroider."
"Embroidery... Embroidery?" Late in the evening, I didn't turn the corner. When I was in Suzhou, Xing Niang taught me to embroider the flowers. The result... Although it was very good because of some bottoms, the posture was a bit not good. Dare to compliment.
After a while, the late green said: "Isn’t the mother reading a book?"
"I see all the medicine, today I want to see poetry and songs... and so on." Yan Yan seriously.
This is the talent of the original master who only compares and draws the hand. It is inevitable that Yan Yan said that everything should be left. As for embroidery... Yan Yan’s autopsy requires good vision, and embroidery is easy to hurt the eyes. She plans to have daily After half a hour, I will practice it.
After using the breakfast, Yan Yan went to the small study room of Yaju and arranged a schedule for himself.
This car has just put down the pen, and Yan Yan will hear someone knock on the door.
Xing Niang’s voice said:
Mother, Xiao Shilang’s visit, you want to see?

Yan Yan pressed the written schedule with the paperweight and opened the doorway: "Is he not going to the DPRK, how come free?"
"Mother, this is the day of Xiao Shilang's break." Xing Niang replied.
Muxi, according to the literal meaning, is to give officials a holiday bath. Probably also to remove fatigue, rest. Time is the last day of the first, middle and late month of the month, so it is also called the tenth birthday.
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