"Tu tuk" just sat up and listened to someone knocking on the door.

Yan Wanwan got up and opened the door. The one standing outside the door was really full of enthusiasm.

Zhu'er was already anxious, and when she looked up at her, she became even more anxious. She pushed her and went back to the room.

Yan Wanwan was already in a dizzy head until she was pushed by Zhuer and sat down in front of the dressing table. She realized it and asked, "What are you doing?"

Zhuier was already wearing a wooden comb on her head and gestured, "Mr. Yan is here, he can't see you like this. Don't move, I'll make you look good bun..."

Yan Wanwan raised her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes turned dark and speechless. She rarely became a puppet obediently and fiddled with her. "You have to hurry up, don't let him wait too long..."

Zhu'er was urging, and his hands and feet quickly packed Yan Wanwan from his unkempt face. When he came out of the house, he looked up and saw a long moon-white gown standing under a tree with his hands on his back, looking up at Yan Zheng on the tree.

Just that back view seems to have soaked in the mountains and rivers, revealing indescribable elegance.

Perhaps hearing the movement, Yan Zheng turned around and looked over. With a touch of his eyes, he held the corner of his mouth, smiled slightly at her, and then walked towards her.

Yan Wanwan also took a step and leaned towards him.

Since Yan Zheng saw her, his eyes have been on her. He has never missed his eyes. He frowned slightly before he got closer, "My wife's face is not good."

"Oh, maybe I'm busy working on work these days, so I haven't had a good rest. It's time to get ready for two days." Yan Wanwan raised his hand and touched his face, "Why did you come here at this time? Are you busy with the academy affairs?"

"Well. Let's come to an end. When I returned home last night, I saw that my wife was not here, but I was a little late. I came here early this morning. Has the wife's work been completed?" As he said this, his eyes were looking at her, and the heat in his eyes almost overflowed.

Yan Wanwan suddenly felt a little dry in her throat, and her hands hanging in front of her were tucked in one place. Before she could speak, Zhu'er said hurriedly, "I'm done with it, we'll be the rest. The shopkeeper's hand is going home and have a good rest!" While saying that, he winked at Yan Wanwan and smiled all over his face, clearly saying, "Go quickly, go quickly, everyone is overjoyed."

Yan Wanwan glared at Zhu'er and turned to look at Yan Zheng, but his ears were a little feverish.

Yan Zheng still smiled, but his eyes were just two points brighter. When he touched Yan Wanwan's eyes, he stretched out his hand.

Looking at the hand handed in front of him, just like during the wedding, Yan Wanwan hesitated for a moment and handed out his hand, and was immediately wrapped in his dry and warm palm.

He took her and turned around. When he arrived at the tree where he was standing, she stopped and looked up at the canopy above her head, "What are you looking at here just now?"

Yan Zheng also looked up at the top of his head, smiled and raised his hand to point to the dense branches, "There is a bird's nest there. The female bird brought insects to feed it, chirping, but it was very lively. I couldn't help but think of this family bloodline, people and animals..."

Yan Wanwan also saw the bird's nest in the direction he pointed, and his eyes were slightly darker, "The sheep are so kind that they kneel down to breastfeed, and the crows are so kind that they feed back. What about people? It's a pity that the son wants to raise his parents but his parents are not waiting..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and saw Yan Zheng looking at her, his smile fainted, and his expression was obviously worried.

Yan Wanwan laughed and led him forward, "Let's go! Go home!"

After leaving Chunzhi Pavilion and walking for a while, Yan Wanwan's depressed mood turned a little, but stopped again.

"What's wrong?" Yan Zheng stopped, but saw her turning his hand over, looking carefully, her fingertips gently rubbing the cocoon in his palm.

Yan Zheng's eyes stagnated, and suddenly withdrew his hand. When he raised his eyes, he saw Yan Wanwan staring at him, holding the corners of his lips, but his apricot eyes were burning. "I didn't notice that my husband's palm had such thick calluses..." The readers naturally left calluses on their hands, but they were often on their fingertips and fingertips. There were also calluses on their fingertips and fingertips, but they were not as thick as their palms.

"I was in poor health when I was young, so my father specially hired me a martial arts master to teach me some fist and foot skills and practiced some weapons, so I left such calluses." Yan Zheng said with a smile, then took Yan Wanwan's hand and walked slowly.

Yan Wanwan was a little surprised, "Is your husband actually good at martial arts?"

"Um. I know a little." Yan Zheng replied in a faint voice.

"Is that so? I really didn't expect that my husband could still have kung fu when he looked weak?" Yan Wanwan seemed very curious, "What will happen to you when you started practicing martial arts at what age?"

"When I was very young, I couldn't remember it clearly, and it was quite complicated. How could I be interested in these things?" Yan Zheng said, suddenly turned around and looked at her, narrowing his eyes slightly, with obvious doubts mixed in his eyes with unmistakable scrutiny.

Yan Wanwan's heart sank slightly, and she smiled with a pursed lips, "I'm curious because it's my husband's business. What? Can't you ask about these things?"

Yan Zheng looked at her and his eyes were looking at her, and he rolled in his throat, but for a moment he didn't say anything.

At this moment, a peddler came with a load of goods. The alley was narrow and passed by. The peddler wanted to stabilize the load of goods, but he didn't know if the load of goods was too heavy, but when he got closer, he suddenly turned sideways and was about to hit him.

"Be careful!" Yan Zheng quickly looked and took Yan Wanwan to the side. Yan Wanwan's arm hit the wall next to her. She suddenly "hissed", and her face changed in an instant.

"Madam?" Yan Zheng also changed his face slightly, his eyes fell on her covered arm, and his eyes suddenly stopped, "Are you injured?"

It was almost summer, and my clothes were light and thin, and the material on the sleeves actually had a little red color, which was bloody.

The peddler was so scared that he apologized and his face turned pale.

"It's okay! I was accidentally hurt in the shop two days ago, and it has nothing to do with you." Yan Wanwan hurriedly smiled and relaxed his heart.

The peddler breathed a sigh of relief, said a few more words of apologies, and then took the load and walked away.

Yan Wanwan raised her eyes and saw that Yan Zheng had no smile on his face. The spring breeze and willows in his eyes were also blown away by the sudden wind. He was frowning at her, his lips were pursed tightly, and his expression was still a bit scary at first glance.

Yan Wanwan was frightened and said, "It's really okay. I just fell down and hit the corner of the shelf. I was rubbed. Huang Ye has already dealt with it for me. It's fine. It will be cured in a few days."

Yan Zheng looked at her, his expression turned a few times, and after a while, he sighed, "No matter whether it is a minor injury or not, I have to tell me first next time." After that, he reached out to hold her, and paused, and then took her other hand, which was not injured. He was more silent and cautious in his actions, dragging her hand and walking, "Go back quickly, I'll take medicine for you again."

Applying medicine? Yan Wanwan's smile on the corner of her lips froze. The wound that was obviously injured by a sharp arrow could not be seen by him.
Chapter completed!