Having said that, when facing the Yang family, Han Yi always had a bad attitude. First of all, the difference in background was too big, and he ignored this point. The key is that he was a married man. Therefore, no matter how sarcastic Yang Sine was, he would not remember it in his heart. If he were Yang Sine, he would have slapped him, the prodigal son, out of the door.

"Grandma—ah—!"

Only a scream was heard.

Han Yi turned around and saw a beautiful woman standing at the door, with a fair face and black and shiny black hair falling down without being tied or tied, wrapped in a white cloak. If the white cloak is replaced with a gauze and white skirt, it would be Xiaolongnu's outfit.

This is really a change in women. Not seen in this year, Yang Feixue has completely transformed into a mature woman with a delicate nose, white skin, and a plump figure than before. She has less liveliness and no longer youthfulness, but has a little more solemnity and maturity.

This flower is ready to be picked!

"Flying snow!"

Han Yi shouted excitedly.

"Han Yi!"

Yang Feixue's eyes turned red, she ran forward in small steps and fell into Han Yi's arms.

The two hugged each other.

It is really cruel to a man and a woman in love for more than a year.

Han Yi held Yang Feixue's mature body and let the hot tears soak into her clothes, wet her chest, and the temperature did not decrease but increased. He felt guilty. He always thought that things were urgent and even if he came to see Yang Feixue a few days later, it would be okay. But at this moment he felt that something was wrong, and he was really a bastard, and he choked up a little, "I'm sorry, I should have come early."

Yang Feixue shook her head and said, "As long as you can come back safely, I will be satisfied."

Having said that, tears flowed even harder.

The two hugged each other tightly for a while. Han Yi held her beautiful face and stared at the deep love with her eyes. She lowered her head slightly and kissed the red cherry lips. She felt that her lips were thin, and she breathed like orchids, and the faint fragrance made Han Yi unable to help but pry open the fragrant sandalwood mouth.

Yang Feixue's cheeks suddenly flushed, but she couldn't control her love in her heart. She stood on tiptoe and gently hugged Han Yi's neck with her jade arms. Love and shyness made her want to refuse and welcome her.

After all, she was an unemployed virgin. This kiss made Yang Feixue intoxicated. She didn't know when it would take a break. After a while, she gradually regained some rationality and struggled away. Her beautiful eyes were watery, and she shyly gave Han Yi a shy look and said angrily: "I know how to bully me as soon as I come back."

"It's not a question. If I let me kiss for half an hour, it would be considered bullying." Han Yi licked his lips with unsatisfactory intentions, as if he was savoring, and said, "Since you have spoken, I'll bully you." After that, he wanted to kiss again.

"No!"

Yang Feixue raised her head and avoided it. She was stunned. With a whistle, she couldn't help but raise her bare hands and touched her hair, blushed and said, "Han Yi, I-I am not very ugly now?"

It seems that she is really mature! Han Yi smiled in her heart and said, "No, isn't this a popular look in Chang'an recently?"

"No!" Yang Feixue said shyly: "I was about to go to bed, but I thought it was my grandma calling me, so I came here without much makeup."

Oh, I understand, it turns out that Xiaolongnu's outfit is just not dressing up! Han Yi smiled and said, "You go out and make a circle, this is the most popular look in Chang'an next year."

"If you think I'm going to be fooled, I won't be fooled." Yang Feixue pursed her lips and smiled, suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly broke free and said, "Wait for me."

As she said that, she walked out quickly.

"Hey hey hey--!"

Han Yi was confused and thought to himself, this silly girl wouldn't really dress up.

In fact, he thought this style was pretty good, pure and refined, and it was simply tailor-made for Yang Feixue.

But how could Yang Feixue spend such precious time dressing up? After a while, she came back. She held a jar of wine in her hands and smiled sweetly: "I knew you would make great contributions and come back. This is the Zhujie wine I prepared for you."

Han Yi was stunned. He vaguely remembered that Yang Feixue had mentioned this, but he didn't care at the beginning. He thought this was a polite word from the ancients to see him off. However, he didn't expect that Yang Feixue had really prepared Zhu Jie wine for him. He was moved and guilty in his heart, and said with a wry smile: "I'm sorry, I'm late."

Yang Feixue said dissatisfiedly: "I said it's okay, and Sister Yuncheng has explained it to me."

Han Yi pointed to the jar of wine and said, "I told it."

"you--!"

Yang Feixue stamped her feet in a hurry.

Han Yi laughed, walked up, took the wine, and said, "I will never return if I don't get drunk tonight."

Yang Feixue also said proudly: "Then I will sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman today."

Han Yi cried out shyly: "Thank you for treating me as a gentleman. I am so touched."

Yang Feixue was stunned at first, then giggled, the two dimples were particularly charming. Han Yi brought her over with one hand, kissed her on the lips, and then came to the table.

"I wish you a happy return with this glass of wine."

Yang Feixue raised his glass and toasted him, then covered his face with wide sleeves and drank it all in one go. After all, he was from a family of military generals and was quite masculine.

"Thank you!"

Han Yi also drank it all in one go. After all, every girl is so happy, he won’t be hesitant.

Yang Feixue raised his glass again and said, "This glass of wine, congratulations to you for being a general and a prime minister. My father also wants to be a general and a prime minister like my grandfather, but he has not done it yet. I didn't expect you to do it as young as you did."

It was all over again.

My daughter looks outward, I like it! Han Yi also raised her glasses.

Yang Feixue raised his glass again and said, "This glass of wine, well, I congratulate you on teaching those sarcastic landlords a lesson."

Han Yi smiled bitterly and said, "Don't let your father hear this!"

Yang Feixue said slyly: "Don't worry, I know."

Han Yi laughed and said, "Do it!"

After three cups of wine fell, a few shimmers appeared on Yang Feixue's beautiful face, just like the charming touch in simplicity, very charming.

There is no doubt that beauty is the catalyst for alcohol. Han Yi felt that her body was a little hot and thought to herself, wasn’t I being squeezed dry? Or was I born so powerful!

Yang Feixue didn't notice it and said with bright eyes: "Han Yi, I heard that you destroyed the Turkic army alone?"

Han Yi smiled and said, "It's not so exaggerating. I'm just using a little trick to lead the other party into our army's trap."

"Is that right?" Yang Feixue asked anxiously again, "Then are you using a scam?"

"How do you know? No, you can't say that scams, strategies, and right, they are tricks," Han Yi argued weakly.

Yang Feixue said excitedly: "Then talk to me quickly, I love to listen to your lies."

In Xiao Wuyi's opinion, this is not the right way, and she can only be said to be a side-by-side. Therefore, Xiao Wuyi hopes that Han Yi can read more military tactics and become a real commander. But Yang Feixue doesn't think much, because she met Han Yi because of a small scam, and she has experienced several scams, so she is very interested in it.

"Well."

Han Yi wanted to argue, but after he thought that after telling her about this, any argument would be pale. Well, just cheat. As the saying goes, respect is worse than accepting his fate. Han Yi told Yang Feixue about how he deceived Ashina Helu. Of course, he would not be low-key. His best friend Pete Zhu said that if you want to fuck the other party, then don’t be low-key. According to statistics from this psychology expert, even a man who likes to brag is at least three times higher than a man who is silent or pretends to be profound.

Therefore, Han Yi directly adopted a storytelling method, which fully demonstrated his intelligence, courage and strategy.

As expected, Yang Feixue became fascinated as she listened, sometimes nervous, sometimes breathed a sigh of relief, and her eyes gradually showed admiration. The girl's mentality advocated heroism. Like Yuan Mudan, there was no such mentality. The rational Yuan Mudan advocated pragmatism.

But just after he finished speaking, Han Yi was about to enjoy Yang Feixue's admiration when a maid walked in and said, "Mr. Han, Master, please remind me that it's getting late."

Han Yi blinked and was always depressed. Why did I waste such precious time on telling stories? Seeing Yang Feixue's reluctance, she was also very reluctant and said, "I understand. You go back first."

"yes!"

After the maid stepped down, Yang Feixue said with red eyes: "You must be careful when you go back."

Han Yi said: "Who said I was going back? I promised not to be drunk tonight."

A hint of joy flashed in Yang Feixue's eyes, but she was a little shy, and said, "But my dad."

"Just drag it."

Han Yi smiled and suddenly asked, "Feixue, do you want to teach at Zhaoyi College?"

"Teaching?"

Yang Feixue shook his head in a hurry and said, "I can't do this, no, no."

In ancient times, teachers were very sacred.

Does this silly girl insist on me ordering clothes? Han Yi whispered: "Teaching is fake, so you can go out often?"

Yang Feixue was stunned, her eyes flashed a few times, and she said timidly: "But will my father agree?"

Han Yi said: "Think about it, this Zhaoyi Academy is run by the queen. Isn't the queen and your Yang family related? Just leave this to me."

Yang Feixue nodded with a secret joy. She was active by nature. If she hadn't written a story, she would have been bored to death.

Han Yi asked again: "By the way, what have you done this year?"

Yang Feixue was stunned, her eyes swayed left and right, and she said shyly: "Didn't you say you want to sell my story to others? So I changed the story seriously."

"Is that?" Han Yi said: "That's great. When I leave, you will give me the story. Haha, a shining star in my Tang Dynasty literary world is about to rise."

Yang Feixue said shyly: "Not as good as you said, as long as you don't let someone scold me." After a pause, he said: "Actually, it's okay to scold me, anyway, they don't know who wrote it."

Han Yi laughed.

The two of them had a happy conversation, but it made Yang Sine feel miserable.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Yang Sine couldn't help it and asked the maid to urge him.

Han Yi's answer is the same - leave immediately!

Immediately and immediately.

After all, Yang Sine was born as a general, so she didn't know that Han Yi was using a delaying strategy. She wanted to go to get Han Yi out in person, but then she thought that they hadn't seen each other for more than a year and must have a lot to say. This is also human nature. Besides, in the side hall, you won't do anything out of order. As long as you don't leave the side hall, you'll let them go, and in the end he still held on.

This chat really turned straight to the sky.

The two of them were completely sleepy and became more and more excited as they chatted. Since they came to Chang'an, they have never talked like this.

It was not until dawn that Han Yi reluctantly said goodbye to Yang Feixue and quietly walked to the back door.

As soon as he left the house, Yang Sine walked out of the corner of the wall, with two dark circles in his eyes, obviously not sleeping for a night, but his heart was mixed. On the one hand, he felt that Han Yi was sincere to Yang Feixue, and the two were childhood sweethearts and handsome men. But on the other hand, Han Yi was always a married man, and their Yang family was a nobleman in Guanzhong. There were too many obstacles. He really didn't know what to do. He couldn't help but sighed on his back.

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