Wei Yang lay on the windowsill, leaned over and pointed in the direction of the stairs outside the door and said, "Then wait a moment, I'll go down."
Yan Gui stood up straight, a faint smile on his lips: "Jump down."
Jump down and I will catch you, just like when you slipped and fell from the tree in the Su Mansion.
Wei Yang's gaze fell on Yan Gui. At this moment, there was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, and his clear and bright eyes contained infinite attraction.
His handsomeness was different from Xie Dalang's. The killings on the battlefield gave him a more powerful aura. He was taller, with a bronze complexion, a straight nose, and sharp eyebrows. He blended in with the extraordinary horse under him, like a god.
Wei Yang really staggered onto the chair and prepared to jump down, Yan Xiaoling and Yan Xiaoli were both frightened. This was the second floor, although it was not very high, it was still very dangerous for Wei Yang who did not know kung fu.
"Aunt." As soon as Yan Xiaoyan's voice came out, Wei Yang jumped out of the window.
She believed that he would be able to catch her.
Yan Gui narrowed his eyes slightly and leaped up. When Wei Yang fell into his arms, he suddenly laughed. The little person in his arms was as soft as a cloud, with a rosy face, stunning.
Behind the two of them, Xie Dalang, who had been ignored from beginning to end, pinched a delicate flower with his bony fingers and raised his eyebrows expressionlessly.
"General Yan." Someone shouted loudly, and then threw the flowers in his hand to Yan Gui, and the flowers fell like rain.
Amid the petals falling like rain, Yan Gui embraced Wei Yang in his arms, turned his horse around, and headed out of the city. It seemed as if the sun suddenly broke through the clouds and shone over, shining on the couple who were leaving, making them sparkle.
"Let's go too." Yan Xiaoling jumped off the chair and pulled Yan Xiaoyan downstairs.
Yan Xiaoli fell behind a little, looked at Xie Dalang who was standing on the last float with sympathy, turned around and ran downstairs.
"Is that sesame cake happy to be thrown?" Yan Gui put his lips close to Wei Yang's ear and asked softly.
"I just feel that he has stolen my uncle's limelight, and I'm unhappy." A shy blush gradually appeared on the girl's cheeks. Although she lowered her eyes, a naughty smile appeared at the corners of her eyes.
Yan Gui laughed loudly, resting his chin on Wei Yang's hair and said softly, "I like you like this. So, I will reward you today."
What is the reward
He didn't continue.
Yanshan was right in front of him, and Yan Gui rode his horse up the mountain, letting the horse pass through the barren mountain covered with weeds.
"Can Xiaohei also climb mountains?" Wei Yang looked up at Yan Gui.
Yan Gui smiled and rubbed her little head: "With me here, there is nothing you can't do."
Xiao Hei under him snorted twice in disdain and went to the top of the mountain obediently.
At this moment, a breeze came, blowing Wei Yang's hair and tickling Yan Gui's chin, gently and slightly itchy.
The horse leaped suddenly from one high hill to another. The wind whistled past his ears, and Yan Gui's body swayed, as if he was not sitting firmly. Wei Yang screamed, steadied herself, hugged Yan Gui tightly, and closed her eyes.
Yan Gui stared at Wei Yang, who was curled up in his arms, and laughed softly, then patted her head gently: "Little girl, look up."
The little girl raised her face nervously, letting Yan Gui's lips land steadily on her forehead, and said in a low voice: "Girl, turn around and take a look at the gift that uncle prepared for you."