After several rounds of exclamation, Qing Yan still followed, "Yan Yunting, where are you going?"

Yan Yunting pointed to the beautiful pavilion that was already visible on the hillside and said, "What are the old friends in the mountains and rivers? If you don't reminisce about the past with me, then I will go to find someone else."

"I... can also take the time to reminisce about the clock with you, but it's not convenient for them to be there just now," Qing Yan quickly walked side by side with Yan Yunting, and finally showed a happy smile.

There was a small pavilion in front of him, and Yan Yunting pulled Qing Yan over. He put down the osmanthus cake and peach blossom crisps and opened them. He looked at Qing Yan with great distress: "I haven't seen you for more than half a month, you have lost a lot."

Qingyan was not polite either. She took a piece of pastry in each hand and stuffed it into her mouth. It seemed to taste very good. Her smile was as sweet as the pastry. "All these days, everyone has not had a good meal, but they have to do their hard work..."

Yan Yunting grabbed Qing Yan's hand, stroked her palm, and smiled and said, "I really can't tell that this is a pair of women's hands..."

Qingyan's cheeks were slightly red, but she was proud: "The martial arts practitioners have rough hands, but don't believe it. I'm better at doing work than some men."

"I believe it, I believe whatever you say." Yan Yunting held Qing Yan's cold little hand, his eyes full of tenderness and love.

Maybe people are separated for a while and then they will be so affectionate when they meet again?

"What are you doing... I'm not asking you to reminisce about the past..." Qing Yan's face turned redder even more coquettish.

This aroused Yan Yunting's inner desire. He reached out and wanted to grab the beauty's slender waist. But as soon as he met, the beauty felt stimulated and suddenly touched him and happened to touch his wound.

"Hiss..." He was in pain, not pretending.

"What's wrong with you?" Qing Yan hurried forward to greet him.

Yan Yunting pointed to his waist and said bitterly: "There is a wound here, not light."

"You hurt yourself again?" Qing Yan gently stroked the wound on Yan Yunting's waist, and his care was filled with complaints: "If you have any injuries, you dare to stretch out your big pig's hooves to take advantage of it. You deserve it."

"It's not here, it's here." Yan Yunting pointed at the ribs.

"here?"

"No, it's here, go up a little further."

"here?"

"Yes, a little deeper."

"A little deeper?"

"Well, if you get deeper, you'll get into my arms."

Yan Yunting hugged Qingyan tightly, and with a beautiful woman in his arms to accompany him, what's the point of feeling a little bit of pain?

"A stinking hooligan, you know you're lying to me!"

"The injury is real, the pain is real, and I miss you."

"Hmph...You are so sweet words, you have been to Chang'an for a lot of fun, right?"

"Only one scoop of 3,000 weak water, only picking of ten flowers in the bushes!"

"You still want to pick ten flowers! No wonder you get hurt with your waist!"

"Among these ten flowers, you are the most delicious and you are the most fragrant."

After these love words, the woman in her arms had red eyes and her breathing became rapid, wet and hot, "Let me go, reminisce about the past, I have to go back to work..."

"I'll let you go when you kiss me."

"You think beautifully!"

"It's not the first time, why do you have to tighten the oak wood?"

"No! No..."

Qingyan shook her head like a rattle, but Yan Yunting smiled heartlessly.

"Qing Yan." Suddenly, a call came from outside the pavilion.

Maybe the two were too focused and didn't even notice that Ning Ruowei had been so close.

Qing Yan quickly fled from Yan Yunting's arms, feeling ashamed of embarrassment, but when he saw the visitor, he looked confused again: "Are you... Ning Ruowei?"

Ning Ruowei smiled slightly: "The last time you met was two years ago...why? Did I disturb you good things?"

"No, don't get me wrong. He was just now playing hooligan!" Qing Yan waved his hand quickly.

Ning Ruowei stared at Yan Yunting coldly: "He is indeed a stinky hooligan."

Qing Yan looked suspiciously between Yan Yunting and Ning Ruowei. Out of the woman's intuition, she became alert in an instant.

Ning Ruowei walked into the pavilion and picked up the pastry to taste it, "Well... it was indeed the pastry that had been tributed to the emperor, and it tasted really delicious."

"Ruowei, is there anything wrong with you coming to me?" Qingyan asked.

Ning Ruowei said: "Although our sisters are all splashed out, Peacock Tower is still the home of their parents. You all come out to sing. We should also do our best, right?"

Having said that, it is not difficult to hear that there is a thorn inside. I think there are differences inside the Peacock Tower.

Qing Yan frowned slightly, "Of course, I will take you to see Bingyan first."

"Okay... Oh, by the way, this pastry is really good. You have two servings, so how about I share one? I prefer to eat peach blossom crisps." Ning Ruowei didn't wait to agree, so she wrapped the peach blossom crisps and put them in her bag. She also gave Yan Yunting a proud look.

Qingyan was not a good-looking lamp, and snorted coldly, "If you like it, just take it all. It's too sweet anyway, it's so irritating that my toothache!" After that, she glared at Yan Yunting, shook her sleeves, and walked out of the pavilion.

Ning Ruowei wrapped the osmanthus cake and followed with pride.

Looking at the two women's departure, Yan Yunting felt inexplicably bitter. He had just picked two flowers in the bushes and fought like this. What if he picked ten flowers, wouldn't he be so upset?

It seems that I will not be able to mess with the flowers outside in the future...

He hammered his waist, looked at the Huangshan Academy behind him, and walked up happily.

...

There happened to be an inn at the foot of the mountain, and you can directly reach Banshan Academy by taking the cable car.

Yan Yunting once went to Tianshan and Kunlun, and then went to Huangshan for a journey. The experience was completely different. The former was icy, snowy, cold and windy, and the sect was solemn and majestic; while the latter, although there were clear warm and cold, the flowers bloomed in four seasons, and each season had different colors. It was really charming to praise the feminine scenery.

It is the cold winter, and the plum blossoms are in buds and dotted around the mountains. Perhaps it can bloom proudly just by waiting for a heavy snowfall.

Yan Yunting got off the cable car and walked a few steps to the door of Huangshan Academy. The carved railings and jade-making, and the luxurious connotation. Even the two book boys guarding the door were carved and jade-like, just like the boy Shancai who ran out of the painting.

Yan Yunting was about to come forward to say hello to explain his purpose, but unexpectedly, the two book boys stepped forward to greet him: "Are you a hero Yan?"

Yan Yunting was so surprised, "Do you recognize me?"

A book boy saluted respectfully: "The third leader of the family gave instructions. If a young hero with a giant sword is coming to visit, he should greet him respectfully and treat him with courtesy."

Otherwise, what if Yuwen Changqing predicts things like a god?

"The Yan Xiashi came just right. The three bosses just ordered lunch. I will take you to see them." Shutong made a "please" gesture.
Chapter completed!