princess from the underworld

Chapter 339 text 347
Back at Ziyue Pavilion, the slight summer wind rustled the leaves on the pear tree, and from time to time yellowish leaves floated down and landed on the big black rock.

Zi Yan walked over lightly, as if afraid of waking someone up, but in fact, there was no one here.

Walking to the side of the stone, Ziyan swept away the fallen leaves with her hands, whirled gently, as if it was a treasure, then sat down, imitating that person, laying her body on her side, only to realize that it was a treasure. It was so comfortable, the stone fit the body perfectly,

Zi Yan couldn't help but sighed softly, and murmured: "Unexpectedly, Jun Lanyue would enjoy it quite a bit, but it's a pity that there are too many wives and many father-in-laws, it's annoying!"

"It's very comfortable, isn't it?" With a lazy voice, Ziyan was startled, and all the relaxed cells in her body became tense again.

"You...how are you here!" Zi Yan pointed at Jun Lanyue's mouth no matter how many times.

Narrowing his eyes, he smiled, "Then where do you think I should be?"

"Didn't the admiral of the Nine Gates Infantry patrol and arrest the commander of the Fifth Battalion and the Minister of Internal Affairs to look for you? Why are you still here!"

Jun Lanyue shrugged, "They just came to ask me for the will of Concubine Yan and Concubine Ming to visit their relatives, and if I agreed, they left."

"So fast." Zi Yan murmured, feeling a little embarrassed that what she said just now was overheard, she sat up and gave him the seat.

"I can give you whatever you like," he said.

"No, no, your majesty doesn't dare to use your small things." Ziyan waved her hands again and again, took a step back, and then stepped on the ground and flew up to the treetops, "I'm still comfortable here, your majesty is below Please help yourself."

Zi Yan suddenly realized that what she said was not big or small, what was below and above, she was impatient to live, but Jun Lanyue didn't care, she walked to the side of the stone casually, lying on her side, holding her hands He was holding a book in his hand with a calm expression.

This is a very warm picture. Under a pear tree, a man dressed in Molan is holding a book in his hand. The breeze is blowing, blowing strands of hair. On the tree is a man in white, leaning against the trunk , stepped on the branch with one foot, propped the fan in his hand against his face, rested one hand behind his head, raised the other foot, dangling intentionally or unintentionally, the blue hair that was invigorated rested on his shoulder, a piece of Ye Er fluttered on the fan, looking very uncomfortable.

All I could hear was the rustling of the leaves blown by the wind, and the tranquility around me, like the sunlight projected down, faded into my heart.

(End of this chapter)