Chapter 22

Her heart's defenses were all taken off. She slowly put her hand around Han xuyao's waist, and her body moved forward a little bit. She was greedy to absorb more warmth.

"I wrote down the man's appearance. Maybe he has something to do with the man who is going to kill you."

Yan Luoli didn't expect that she would say these two words in Han xuyao's arms without burden.

This man, invisible, gave her courage and a safe harbor.

Yan Luoli's sudden change, Han xuyao was not prepared for a moment. He was frozen there, and his arms became tighter and tighter. He just wanted to hold her tightly in his arms. He was afraid that if he loosened her a little, she would disappear.

Listen to her narration, his face, the clouds continue to condense.

Who on earth has the courage to challenge him several times.

"Han Qi, get ready to write!"

Han Qi and Lan'er are outside. Listening to Xiao man's description, they can't help but sweat for their princess.

Hear the call inside, cold seven jumped up, hurry to prepare.

When he pushed the door in, the atmosphere in the room eased a lot. When he was surprised to see the two people holding together, he was stared back by Han xuyao's cold and sharp eyes.

Wittily put down things, immediately back out, quickly with Lan'er and Xiaoman said he saw the new event.

"Draw it."

Han xuyao let go of Yan Luoli and pulled her arm to the table excitedly.

Yan Luoli began to paint with her memory. Han xuyao stood by her side and accompanied her.

For a long time, Yan Luoli finally presented the man's appearance.

Looking up, I found a flash of shock on Han xuyao's face.

Does this man know him?

In the face of her doubts, Han xuyao gently embraces her in his arms.

"King Heng of the Northern Qi Dynasty, Xiao Yan."

What?!

Yan Luoli's face was full of unbelievable words.

Xiao Yan, the king of Heng in the Northern Qi Dynasty, was the defeated general of Han xuyao and regarded him as his mortal enemy.

After the defeat, the Northern Qi Dynasty was in charge of peace, but Xiao Yan was in charge of war.

Can it be said that the Northern Qi Dynasty sent envoys to Beijing, and Xiao Yan deliberately obstructed, in order to worsen the relations between the two countries, and also wanted to kill Han xuyao?

"Lord, what have you got from those messengers?"

At that time, Yan Luoli only examined the corpse, and did not ask for anything else.

She wondered whether there was a connection between the two.

However, Han xuyao not only sent people to the scene to investigate the clues, but there was no clue at the scene, so he started quickly and neatly.

Even the accompanying items are intact.

Seeing his face overcast and did not answer, Yan Luoli guessed about it.

"What kind of things do envoys usually need to bring when they go out, such as letters, customs clearance documents and discs?"

Yan Luoli searched her memory, remembering that at that time, she didn't find any proof of identity on them. As an emissary of the Northern Qi Dynasty, did she rely on the tribute from the Northern Qi Dynasty?

Her question reminded Han xuyao that they were too focused on identifying those people in the Northern Qi Dynasty and who wanted to disturb the overall situation, while ignoring the most essential part.

So far, indeed, there is no keepsake that can prove that they are envoys of the Northern Qi Dynasty, except for the intact gifts presented to our Dynasty.

"Come on, take this picture and issue a reward notice!"

Han xuyao's eyes crossed an imperceptible smile, picked up Xiao Yan's portrait and threw it to Han Qi who came in.

For a moment, Xiao Yan's portrait was pasted all over the streets of the capital.

In Yuanlai Inn, in room 1, Xiao Yan's servant took a picture and ran in in a hurry.

Xiao Yan is lying on the bed lazily, holding a beautiful girl in one hand, and two girls behind him are massaging him.

"Sir, you, you are wanted!"

With that, the servant unfolded the portrait in his hand, and Xiao Yan's narrow eyes narrowed slightly.

Thin cool corners of the mouth gently hook up, smile.

"Well done."

Come to think of it, little beauty. I remember myself very clearly.

He pushed the women beside him. They pushed them down wisely. Xiao Yan got up slowly and put on his robe.

The long black hair poured down behind him.

Slender hands holding half of the head, seems to be thinking about something.

At this time, Xiao Er knocked on the door of the guest room.

"My guest, I have something for you."

Xiao Yan's attendants came forward to open the door, and saw little World War II standing at the door with a delicate black long wooden box in his hand.

"What is this?"

The servant's suspicious eyes swept the second child, and asked coldly.

"I don't know. It was sent by King Jing's house. It said that it was to thank my guest for borrowing the umbrella that day."With that, the second boy handed the wooden box to the attendant, threw the rag on his shoulder and quickly went downstairs to greet the guests.

The servant came into the room with the box and set it on the table.

"Master, who was that young master that day, and how did he get involved with King Jing's mansion?"

"She's a girl, and an interesting one."

Xiao Yan didn't expect that Yan Luoli would send something. He came quickly and opened the box.

In the box lay an umbrella, which he lent her that day, with an envelope on it.

Open the letter, and there are several lines of small words:

thank you for borrowing the umbrella. The little girl is not talented. She used the umbrella as a piece of paper and drew a few strokes. I hope you like it.

This little girl is not interested in herself.

Xiao Yan's eyes, imperceptibly emerge a layer of light joy, can't wait to open the umbrella.

However, there was nothing on the surface of the umbrella, but the hand holding the umbrella had a slight reaction. When it touched the umbrella, it began to turn red, and then began to itch, and it became more and more itchy.

He then remembered that this umbrella was originally used by him to plot against her.

Oh! Woman!

Are you treating people in their own way!

Cruel woman!

But I like it!

Xiao Yan's hand swelled into a pig's hoof, itching hard to bear, and he was wanted, inconvenient to swagger in and out, only in the room, curled up in the bed, itching to roll back and forth.

"Meng Fei, come on, get me some ice."

Xiao Yan told his servant to get the ice. When he put his hand into the ice, there was a kind of heartbreaking and needling pain.

He held back and clenched his teeth.

What the hell is this!

Xiao Yan looked at the ice became more swollen hand, but had to take out, more itchy than before, uncomfortable he wanted to chop his hands.

Vicious woman, what kind of poison is this? Why not take his life directly.

He had to endure the feeling that life was not like death.

Xiaoman is guarding the roof of Yuanlai inn. When he sees Xiao Yan's tragedy, he can't help but tremble. He also understands why her former owner chose yanluoli as her new owner.

For fear of being found, Xiaoman doesn't dare to delay and goes back to Yan Luoli.

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