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Why is the bed shaking all the time today?

Why is he sleeping upright?

Earthquake?

Or did he become a sleeping animal with something in his arms?

What's going on?

Why are people still talking?

Tingyuan painstakingly opened his thick eyelids. His long neck lines and prominent laryngeal knots entered his eyes.

Oh, this neck is beautiful, thin and long, just like the giraffe after bleaching.

Court yuan giggles, Yan Huai takes back the hand that pulls curtain to look out, bow head to ask: "wake up?"

Yan Huai's voice rang on his head, making his scalp numb.

Eh?

Court yuan did not know where to press, sat up from Yan Huai.

Yanhuai put one hand around his waist to prevent him from falling down.

“…… Young master Tingyuan looked up and down and was surprised to find him sitting on Yanhuai's leg.

Oh, what is this for?

Looking around, I can see the strange wooden house, the familiar construction mode and the bumpy feeling.

Why is he in the carriage?

"Come down when you wake up." Yanhuai grabs the waist of court yuan and lifts him from his leg and puts him on the side.

Tingyuan's cloak was loose, and clothes slipped down from his shoulder near Yan Huai.

He was sleepless, his hair was messy, and his body was in a mess.

Yan Huai patted the clothes wrinkled by the court yuan on his legs and stretched a little.

"Oh, really. You talk about you. Sitting all the time makes my legs numb. I'm tired." Yan Huai took a look at the court yuan and complained.

Court yuan a head fog water ground grasps the head, "ah?"

Why is he not impressed?

"Didn't I warm your bed?" Tingyuan was silly, holding his hair in both hands, his eyes were dim and his eyes were dull.

After finishing his clothes, Yan Huai began to tease him and said, "we are going to the boundary of Qingqiu this morning. I told you last night, but you are too shy to warm my bed and may not hear me."

Tingyuan loosened his clothes to catch his hair and buttoned his cheek with a guilty heart. His face showed doubts and said, "is it?"

Yan Huai said, "yes. What's more, I told you to leave at the right time. But when I got up and dressed, you were still sleeping. I called you several times, but you didn't get up. I had no choice but to pick you up and get into the carriage

Tingyuan looked down and found that he was only wearing an inner garment, so he immediately wrapped up his cloak.

"Ah, ah, childe!"

Tingyuan looks like a girl who has been bullied by others. She covers her clothes tightly. People who don't know think she is wearing clothes with many holes and suspected of being stolen!

Ting Yang is talking with the coachman about the situation of the rickshaw man's family. When he hears the voice of Tingyuan, both of them stop talking.

The coachman was a special coachman for Yan's family. Because of the poor family situation, there was a seriously ill old mother and a young son to support, and the people were very simple, so he was recruited into the house by Yan Huai.

When Yan Huai was able to walk, he would not take a carriage, so he seldom used a coachman.

The coachman is honest and honest. He has only heard a little about Yan Fu's affairs.

Hearing the noise inside, he asked TingYang in a low voice, "shall we stop to have a rest?"

Tingyuan was still howling: "ah ah, young master, you are Why don't you call me up? "

Yan Huai asked, "are you blaming me?"

Court yuan second counsels: "childe, I dare not, I am wrong."

"No need." TingYang low smile, "flirting just."