Chapter 44：

"Hou Pingchang, no one in the whole world cherishes life more than me," Gu Yuanbai said by himself, and smiled happily. "Although the medicinal materials are expensive, I still have to say that the taste is really not very good. Every time I take it, I want to throw a basket of licorice in it. +++ Popular Tanmei novel: www.novelhall.com"

Pingchang Hou couldn’t help sighing in his heart that God’s will make people, the Holy God has been dormant for so many years, and the patience (sexual xing) is not the same as the city government, and the **** are so open-minded and hearty, why the **** must play tricks on this young emperor, must give How about such a dragged body?

He laughed a few times, and Wen Sheng said a few words with the emperor.

Soon, someone came to announce which side won and which side lost. Gu Yuanbai nodded as he listened and said, "Reward."

The chief guard glanced at the sky, and a few steps forward, he whispered to persuade Gu Yuanbai to return to the palace. The early dynasty of the Da Heng Dynasty was once every two days. Today, I just came to see the Cuju game when I had nothing to do. Gu Yuanbai originally wanted to turn around in the capital, but after persuading him to dispel this idea, leaving a few palace servants. Here, the guards boarded the carriage.

Pyeongchang Hou Gong sent his son to leave, and was about to take his son back to the house, but he heard that his son and the eldest son of the Hubu Shangshu did not know where he was going. Pyeongchang Hou was startled, his anger rose again, and he returned alone with a calm face. Fuzhong.

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When the sky (color) was getting dark, the Pingchang Houfu ushered in the prince. Pingchang Hou had people waiting in the front yard. As soon as Li Yan just stepped into the house, he was called into the study by his father.

"After the Lord left today, I realized that you also left early," Pingchang Hou said angrily. "You dare to go first before the Lord moved. You are so bold!"

Li Yan swallowed when he mentioned that the sage, he was afraid that he would be discovered, and said hurriedly: "Father, guess what I saw today? When I was playing on the street, I saw Xue Yuan's servant in the downtown area. The middle vertical horse is galloping, he is too arrogant!"

Hou Pingchang frowned: "Zhongma is busy? No, I have to write the book to the sage."

Li Yan quietly exited the study, and he was relieved when he returned to his room. He let everyone around him get out. The door was closed, the candle was lighted, and the warm scroll in his arms was spread flat on the table.

Privately hiding the picture scroll on the saint, this is a big deal of rebellion, how can Shengyan hide in the bedroom of a small elementary school so casually?

As Hou Shizi of Pyeongchang, Li Yan naturally knew this truth. But he just couldn't control it. He always felt excited and excited in his heart. When he faced the sage, he felt scared and uneasy, but he wanted to look away from the sage, and he felt unwilling.

He didn't have any bad intentions, and he didn't intend to use this portrait to do anything bad. He just felt that the saint was really good-looking, and it would be a pity not to paint it.

Li Yan moved cautiously, and in the picture scroll was a very noble man. The man’s eyebrows and eyes were drawn by Li Yankou, the painter hand-painted, and the ink on the face underneath is very light. This is for cover-up purposes. No one except him and Tang Mian can know that part of the painting is a saint. on.

The eyebrows and eyebrows of the sage have a special charm, but the painter has never seen it with his own eyes. Li Yan looked at it for a while and said in frustration: "I also said that it is a perfect painting of the capital. What is this painting? It looks like a **** but not like me. The painter."