Host, You're Targeted

The next day, TingYang knocked on Yanhuai's door.

"Young master, it's time to start."

After a while, Yan Huai opened the door and threw a bag out.

TingYang put the burden away, and was about to tell Yanhuai that there was no one in the room. He did not know where he had gone. Yanhuai disappeared from the door.

"Gong..." TingYang closed his mouth, put his burden on his shoulder and stood at the door waiting.

Yan Huai went back to his room and picked up the sleeping Tingyuan in his cloak and walked out of the door.

TingYang was stunned and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

"What are you doing Yan Huai holding court yuan standing in the corridor, lowered the voice, "quickly close the door, to start."

TingYang raised his hand, closed his open mouth, closed Yanhuai's door, and trotted to keep up with his pace.

TingYang is about half a step behind Yan Huai. From his point of view, you can clearly see the face of Ting yuan paralyzed in Yan Huai's arms.

Tingyuan is obviously asleep, a small mouth pursed very tight, small face red.

TingYang would like to ask, what has happened to you two? Why can I have a new discovery and experience every time.

But Yan Huai is really too fast to keep up with the pace of Yan Huai has been very difficult, simply can not ask a good gossip.

It will take about half a day to get to the Qingqiu border. If you start now, you can arrive in the afternoon.

The carriage had already been waiting at the back door of Yan's mansion. Yan Huai took the court yuan and got on the carriage, but there was no time left for TingYang to ask questions.

The coachman put down the curtain after Yan Huai went in. TingYang went up with his bag on his back and sat on the edge of the carriage.

When everyone was seated, the coachman raised his whip and drove the horse forward.

The sky was still gray, and the dim starlight covered the ground, and they circled happily on the wheels of the carriage.

Yanhuai put the court yuan on the position, and then sat on his own, put him in his arms, let him rely on his shoulder.

Tingyuan was not so comfortable in his arms last night. He fell asleep very late. Now it's just about time. He can't get up at all.

What's more, Yan Huai didn't inform him about going to the Qingqiu border.

When the coachman drove the horses forward, he called for "driving". Tingyuan seemed to feel a quarrel, and tilted his head toward Yan Huaihuai.

Yan Huai covered his ears and closed his cloak.

Although it's summer now, the temperature is still very low sooner or later.

Court yuan itself is not good, Yan Huai is afraid of his illness.

There were few people on the street, and only breakfast shops opened along the road.

The carriage went smoothly and soon drove out of the city.

The road outside the city is not as spacious and flat as in the city. There are many small stones on the road.

It is inevitable that the carriage will shake on the way ahead.

Court yuan sleeps uneasily, crooked head has been in Yan Huaihuai arch.

Yan Huai hugged him for a while, simply put him up on his legs, let him sit on his arms.

Keep this posture for a while, court yuan's frown really loosened.

In fact, this posture is very tired, and there are not a few meat on Tingyuan, all of which are bones. It is not comfortable to hold it up.

But Yan Huai just wanted to hold him.

He couldn't say why he had to hold Tingyuan all the time.

At first, I just looked at the child's funny personality and wanted to add some fun to the boring life. Later, it seemed that teasing Tingyuan became a habit.

The appearance of Tingyuan adds a lot of fresh color to his dull life.

It's like, Tingyuan is the seasoning that God threw down in his ordinary life.