Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

Jiang Lang is excited, holding Yan Kan yuan, he doesn't want to give up. At this time, the coachman stopped the carriage and said, "my Lord, here we are."

Yan Zhanyuan withdraws from Jiang Lang's arms. First, he steps out of the carriage, and then reaches out to help Jiang languo down.

"If Dianyuan is the recorder of my son of the world, he will never let him do such inferior things." Fu Cao ran also stopped his horse.

Before Jiang Lang opened his mouth, Yan Jianyuan said politely: "thank you for your kindness, but it's my duty. I don't think there's anything wrong with me."

Fu Cao ran didn't get a good deal. Jiang Lang gave him a white look. He was so angry that he bit his teeth in situ. He got off the horse for a long time and walked into the palace.

In the court, Yan Kan yuan's reading of Jiang Lang is nothing but a good record of going to bed early and getting up early.

The emperor on the Dragon chair was a little unhappy, or Yan Zhanyuan didn't give him any valuable information. The emperor was not happy.

Yan Kan yuan was not in a mess in the face of danger. He calmly said, "back to the emperor, I have finished reading the book."

"Step back."

"Yes."

When discussing "state affairs", they are actually trivial matters. The country is peaceful and the people are in peace. How can there be so many major events.

After that.

The emperor suddenly opened his mouth to Jiang languo, who had nothing to do among the ministers. "I see that Taifu is getting thinner and thinner."

The air was quiet a lot, the ministers bowed their heads, and the atmosphere began to become strange.

Yuan languid leisurely but a smile: "is it, that emperor good eyesight."

He was haggard for his sake.

But the Emperor didn't think so. Instead, he and Jiang languo thought at two extremes, "is it because of the lack of beautiful women to accompany them, and depressed?"

Jiang languor for a meal, want to shake his head, but the emperor old son already moved the eye son, do not plan to pay attention to him. Asked Yan Dianyuan, "have you been around Tai Fu for a long time, have you seen any women close to him?"

Close to the woman did not, close to the man is very close, it is him. Yan Dianyuan thought, honest reply: "Tai Fu love himself, there is no woman around."

Seeing his daughter-in-law boasting about himself, Jiang Lang is so happy that his toes are hopping. In my heart, I discussed what kind of surprise I should give Yan Dianyuan, so that I could be worthy of that sweet little mouth.

"How do I give the prime minister's money to the Taifu? What do you think of it? Do you think it matches?"

Yan saw yuan's body was stiff, and the Emperor gave it to Taifu He didn't give the emperor what he wanted, did he?

Naturally, he did not dare to have any opinions. His body was lower, and Yan looked at the yuan and said, "it's very nice that you are tall and graceful, and you are handsome and unruly."

Yan Dianyuan, I'm so angry. Are you widowed earlier.

Jiang Lang turns his head and looks at Yan Jianyuan, who is bowing behind him.

"Where's Jiang Aiqing."

Can he refuse the emperor? Look at the emperor's resolute appearance. He has to put people beside him. Jiang languid masseter muscle, the voice line is tight: "that Wei Chen really is extremely grateful to the emperor, to the micro minister's concern."

"You're welcome. Jiang Aiqing is an important official of our country. I deserve it."

After retiring from the imperial court, Jiang Lang and Yan Kan yuan had a cold war.

They have been cold until Wei Wei Fang as the main room into the Taifu house that day.

It was night and the front yard was full of guests. Yan Zhanyuan was drinking wine in the room, one after another, never stopping.

"Alas..." Yan sighs.

He tightly covered the position of his heart, which was really sour and astringent. Tonight is the wedding night of the adult and the prime minister's daughter. I don't know what they are doing at this time.

If I really don't know, or pretend I don't know, I'm afraid that Yan Jianyuan is the only one who knows all this.