The talking man wore a purple brocade robe with a fine gold thread on the side. The robe was embroidered with the Pengcheng Wanli pattern that can only be embroidered by a top embroiderer. The big Peng spreads its wings and steps on the dark blue stone pattern. The eyes, as if they were alive, are very sharp.
Just from the clothes, you can see that he must be a rich man.
In addition to being brightly dressed, this person also looked like a handsome young man. Not to mention being in a remote country like Taohua Village, even if it was put in Kyoto, it would be a good one.
He held the folding fan in one hand, tapped his palm lightly, his lips were frivolous, his eyes fell in the small courtyard not far away, but he was speaking to the people beside him.
Hearing his words, Yan Liang calmly retracted his gaze, rubbing his slender jade-like fingers over the wine cup made of white jade. If he didn't care, it would even be difficult to separate his hand from the white jade-like color.
The skin color is too close to be separated.
"bored."
The thin flesh-colored lips lightly opened, and two words protruded from between his lips and teeth. As he spoke, his face was calm and agitated, his eyelashes drooping lightly, slender and sparse, and the narrow phoenix eyes added a bit of alienation. Those gray-toned eyes made people look timid.
His long crow green hair was neatly tied on the top of his head by a white jade hair crown, and he was wearing a white satin robe with a simple pattern on his head, embroidered with green bamboo patterns.
Only a careful person can see that in that blue color, the silver thread was rubbed by the handful embroiderer, and the green bamboo and fallen leaves seemed to flutter with the wind during the movement.
Hearing what he said, the purple-clothed man was not annoyed. Instead, he nodded and smiled, "Yes, yes, when did the second master banquet have been interested in something? I want to say something from your mouth to be interested. I'm afraid that It's hard to climb to the sky!"
Yan Liang shook his head and gently placed the cup on the stone table.
"You have to come with me this time. Now that everything is fine with me, you should also go back, Huang Ze."
Huang Ze is the man in purple.
Hearing what Yan Liang said, he pretended to be injured and covered his heart, with a pair of sword eyebrows twisted into a lump, looking at Yan Liang as if he was looking at a bearer.
"I have followed you all the way from Yanjing to this point. It's good for you. Only two days after coming here, did you drive me away?!"
From the outside, Arazawa is a masculine man with long stature and stiff eyebrows. If he insists on giving him an adjective, he is a general who is going to kill the enemy.
It's a pity what he is doing now is really eye-catching.
Although there are no others here, Yan Liang's usual temperament is weak, and he will never give him a smiling face. Even when I saw him resenting Ai Ai, his brows seemed to be frowned upon by the ink and wash, but he never wrinkled.
"Kyosato has sent me a letter, Aazawa, it's just enough to make a little temper."
Yan Liang's tone was very light and light, overflowing from his lips and teeth, as if it was about to dissipate in the wind. That is, Auraze, who is used to his character, can easily capture the meaning of his words.
After a pause in Xizi's heart-holding movement, Huangze sat down on the stone chair with a grin, his face slowly faded away, his eyes falling into the small courtyard.
"Yan Liang, sometimes I envy these ordinary people. I can do what I want to do. The family is harmonious and beautiful. It's good..."
"laugh-"
Auraze felt a little sad at first, but with a sneer, his little melancholy disappeared without a trace.
"Yan Liang!"