The Villain Acts Recklessly [Fast Wear]

Yan Yu is now only locked in the sky prison and has not been demoted, so Lin Sui still calls him Yan Shangshu.

The shadow between Yan Qin's brows became heavier, Yanzhou is now full of bandits and troubled by bandits, he once passed through the county town next to Yanzhou during his study tour, and heard about Yanzhou.

The people there even dared to let the imperial court order officials to die unexpectedly, which was very rampant. However, the local officials in Yanzhou dealt with it very vaguely, and the collusion between officials and bandits was very serious. The thieves came out again, which shows that the bandit suppression was also very watery.

Yan Qin is well aware of the difficulty of that place, his father has heard about Yanzhou's incident, and he has been annoyed by his father when he sent troops to suppress the bandits, but this is a temporary solution, not the root cause, and it may even be superficial. Going there will inevitably want to flex its muscles, but Yan Qin dare not imagine the final result.

This was a blatant threat, but Yan Qin had no choice but to accept it.

Even if the final result may be a tease, but for this possibility, he has to give it a try.

"Can adults keep their word?"

"nature."

Lin Sui propped his chin, admiring the appearance of the young man Lang Qingjun opposite him, and his gesture of compromising when he was caught in a threat, which had a special flavor.

Although it's not a play of domineering masters and pretty servants, it's more interesting to force ministers to force good family sons.

Although Mr. Yan Xiaolang has not reached the crown, he is still eight out of ten. He has been studying abroad for several years, and he has met countless people. It is not like no one has stared at him like this. He has never been unnatural, and he is generous and generous Look at it, but today is a bit unnatural.

The carriage passed Qingshi Lane and gradually stopped.

Yan Qin sat on the outside and got out of the carriage first, watching the maidservant in green raise her hand to help the young man inside to get off the carriage.

The young man shook his head slightly, bent down and got out of the carriage, put his hands on his shoulders, stepped on the low stool and got off the carriage.

That gesture was so natural that Yan Qin was taken aback.

Caixiao withdrew her hand, looked at the figure of the master entering the mansion, and nodded to Yan Qin: "Mr. Lang, please."

Yan Qin pursed his lips slightly, looked at the word "Lin Fu" on the door plaque of the mansion, and stepped into the vermilion gate.

The wealth and honor of the Lin Mansion is probably the most Yan Qin has ever seen in his life. He has never been to the imperial palace, so he does not know its extravagance.

Pavilions, terraces and pavilions, bamboo forests send the wind.

There is no doubt that the monstrous wealth and honor are displayed in it, and he is worthy of being the number one sycophant in this dynasty.

While thinking in his heart, Yan Qin followed Lin Sui through the doors.

He didn't pay much attention to these things, no matter how good the scenery was, he didn't care to appreciate it, he just tied it to the person in front.

From the back, the young man's body seems to be thinner. I heard that Mr. Zhongliang once walked through the gate of hell and saved his life, but he also suffered from the root cause of the disease. I am afraid he will not live long.

Yan Qin used to think that it would be better for such a person to live a short life, but now he doesn't think so, instead he feels slightly bored.

"Caixiao, ask someone to go to the warehouse to get the inkstone in the nanmu box."

Lin Sui pushed open the door of the study and gave orders.

Caixiao immediately sent someone to pick it up and put it on Lin Sui's desk.

Lin Sui waved his hand: "Tell everyone to back down."

Caixiao blessed Fushen, closed the door of the study, and led the people back to the gate of the small courtyard.

Lin Sui sat on the chair and raised his chin to Yan Qin.

"Xiao Langjun, you can grind this ink yourself, and think about what you want to draw by the way, but you should move faster, after all, the incense has already been lit."

It was only then that Yan Qin discovered that the incense burner beside him had been plugged with a stick of incense at some point, and based on rough estimates of its size, it probably burned for exactly half an hour.

It is not easy to draw a satisfying and beautiful painting in half an hour, plus the time to sharpen new ink, Yan Qin felt the difficulty, although he did not know the reason, but did not think carefully, and began to sharpen the ink.

It's just that the color of this ink is not pure, with a touch of gold.

Lin Suijing looked at the young man's unhurried movements. This ink is a delicate gadget that someone presented to please the original owner a few days ago. Unlike other inks that pursue color retention, this ink's color retention is not good, and it can be easily was washed away, because its function is not serious painting.

After Yan Qin polished the ink, he also had the idea of ​​writing in his heart, but found that there was no paper in the study.

"My lord, where should I draw?"

He expected that the person in front of him should take out the materials for painting, but he didn't expect the young man to undress.

The white back is softer than fine rice paper, exuding a warm fragrance.

Xiao Langjun's mind suddenly went blank, and the picture he had just conceived disappeared completely, and he didn't know how to write while holding the pen.

"It won't be long," Lin Sui put his hands on the table, lazily reminding, "If Mr. Xiao Lang feels that his skills are not enough to do it, then he should stop now, so as not to let me die in this autumn. catch a cold."

What he said was so eloquent and unreasonable, it was clearly him who invited the person to the door, and it was also the half-hour agreement he made, and it was also the pen, ink, paper and inkstone he decided on, and now he persuades the person to give up, so as not to drag him into the cold .

What a beautiful skin, what a good and bad heart.

However, Yan Qin had no room to refuse. He didn't know if it was making things difficult or teasing, or if it was frivolous intimacy with other intentions. The pictures in his mind were scattered. He looked out and saw Banshu Osmanthus fragrans.