Return to Ming Dynasty as Prince: Three hundred thirty-one

Yang Ling Back to the side hall, Princess Yongfu Arrived first, Zheng was pacing back and forth in the hall with a slightly frowned eyebrow, with a worried look. This hall is usually deserted, because today the princess meets guests, Yang Ling And noble status, so Yang Ling As soon as he arrived, the four corners of the copper-carbon stove lit up a red carbon fire. On both sides of the mahogany screen, the two cranes’ mouths also sprayed a faint cigarette smoke. The aroma is pleasant and warm like spring.

As soon as Yang Ling came in, Princess Yongfu hurriedly greeted him and said: "I have seen the country's father."

Yang Ling also said: "Princess Lao has been waiting for a long time."

Princess Yongfu Zhanyan smiled and said: "It's because I've been waiting for a long time. This princess has just arrived."

Yang Ling only noticed that she was wearing a purple silk double-breasted jacket, a pale blue butterfly and flower turn pattern, a dark blue water silk skirt, and a bright yellow cloak on her body. Obviously she was just It didn't take long.

Princess Yongfu twisted its fingers, took a peek at Yang Ling, and then gently sat on a chair, and then said: "Duke, please sit down."

Yang Ling nodded, sat down in the chair opposite her, and quietly looked at Yongfu, Princess Yongfu skin is like snow, with a light blue ratio armour, she is very graceful, her body is light, her slender waist is not full, go there As soon as he sits, a pair of buds on his chest also show a delicate arc. Princess Yongfu people are more than Huajiao, but there is a faint resentment between the eyebrows, and they have the temperament of a mature woman.

Yang Ling's heart beats, different girls have different styles, just like a hundred flowers blooming, each has its own beauty and beauty. Although the face of Yongfu is not the one and only beauty he has seen, but her temperament can not be imitated by others. She smiles and moves every time, even if she sits there, the little difference is a little bit different. Different feelings.

Yang Ling didn't dare to look more, his gaze fell slightly, staring at the toe of her boots that were exposed at the bottom of her skirt, arching his hands and saying: "I wonder if your Royal Highness has called me here, what is it?"

"Ah?" Princess Yongfu whispered, and his trance was awakened by him. She squeaked and said: "This princess... um... ah! By the way, the state duke recognized the Palace of Shu in Sichuan. Princess Xianger, right?"

"Recognized."

Yang Ling only said two words, and Yongfu didn’t know what to say anymore. The white fingers of both hands were twisted and twisted. It took a long time to squeeze out a sentence: "The queen mother likes Xianger very much. Princess, I just arrived this morning. After meeting her mother, this princess...just held a banquet to catch her up."

There was no sound on the other side, and Princess Yongfu raised its head nervously. It happened to meet Yang Ling's curious pair of eyes, as well as the smile on his lips, making Princess Yongfu even more flustered.

Behind the screen of the main hall, there are two little girls squatting, one light pink and the other light green. They are all petite, with snow-soft skin, and rosy pink, so cute that people can't wait to swallow them with saliva.

Slightly elbow Princess Yongchun next to her, Zhu Xianger leaned close to her ear and hummed like a mosquito: "Sister Yongfu is very afraid of Yang's surname."

Yongchun gave her a white look and said, "Little idiot!"

Zhu Xianger caught her crystal-clear and delicate little earlobes, and whispered: "You are a little idiot! The surname is Yang, not a husband. She called people to report what her parents did?"

Yongchun was itchy tones. She shrugged her left shoulder, pulled away Zhu Xianger's hand, raised her fingers and hissed, lying like a puppy in the gap between the two screens and looking out.

Although there is a thick velvet carpet under her feet, this look really doesn't look like a princess. Zhu Xianger smiled smirkly, curled up her fingers and bounced on her hips suddenly, Yongchun never looked back. Tap the backhand lightly.

Two little niezi eavesdropped in the back while arguing. Yang Ling said with a clear cough: "Princess, you must have something to say when you come to me? Since Yang Ling came to Beijing, thanks to the trust of the first emperor and the current emperor. Reuse, and have a good relationship with the two highnesses, Yang Ling must be in my heart.

If your Royal Highness has something inconvenient to say to the courtiers, then you will be arrogant. Your Royal Highness can try to treat me as a close friend. If you have any concerns, just tell me, you can speak it out, and it will be in my ears. Except for the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth, Yang Ling will no longer let the third person know, your Highness... can speak freely. "

Princess Yongchun triumphantly pointed to the tip of her nose, and touched Zhu Xianger's chest, and whispered: "I am the third and you are the fourth."

After listening to Yang Ling, Princess Yongfu's cheeks blushed, she said: "This princess... has always regarded you as a friend. I... I think..."

Look at no one else in the hall. If you talk about Yang Ling, you can tell him that your own concerns are easier than in front of the mother and the emperor. She gritted her teeth, simply stubbornly, and said directly: "I want to ask Duke, has the matter of choosing a consort?"

"Uh, this..." How dare Yang Ling say that he has been fishing for three days and drying the net for two days. In fact, he didn't do much except the first day.

He bit his scalp and said: "Well, the selection process is very complicated. After careful selection, Hou Ye and Grandpa Bi, and I initially selected a few hundred people, and then screened again. There are only more than 20 people left. Young talents, tomorrow, the three Weichens will make the final choice, and then three will be selected and brought into the palace to ask the emperor and queen mother to decide."

Princess Yongfu looked at him fixedly for a long while, until Yang Ling bowed his head with a guilty conscience, Princess Yongfu waved his hand and said: "You all retreat, you can't enter the hall without permission."

Four little yellow gates and two court ladies hurriedly retired. There were only two people sitting opposite each other in the empty hall. Princess Yongfu stared at the light smoke rising from the crane's mouth for a long time before sighing softly: "Guogong, this princess's life-long event, you... didn't take it to heart at all, did you?"

Yang Ling shocked. He suddenly raised his head to meet Princess Yongfu's resentful eyes, his gaze dropped again, and he said helplessly after a long while: "My lord, don't blame, I... I really didn't pay much attention to it, it's not that I deliberately neglected the Holy Will, it is really..." /

A wry smile appeared on Princess Yongfu's lips. He said: "You want me to be your friend, why did you hesitate? Yang Ling, now you are not a national duke, I am not a princess, the woman in front of you is called Zhu Xiuning, a young woman who is in your control of lifelong happiness, please don't Think of it as an official business, and talk to me with your heart..., will you?"

Yang Ling still knew her girl name, Xiu Ning Xiuting. It turned out that this was the name of the two princesses Yongfu Yongchun. He stood up in fear and said in a awkward manner: "His Royal Highness is serious, Yang Ling..., alas! Yang Ling...Just talk about it."

He remembered what the Red Lady had said, and said frankly: "Men are afraid of getting into the wrong line, and women are afraid of marrying the wrong man. This is a lifetime event. How can you be careless? A man can change his career if he gets into the wrong line. Wrong Lang is the fault of a lifetime. How dare Yang Ling be sloppy about His Highness’s life-long events? But..."

He said helplessly: "Yang Ling doesn't know how to help His Royal Highness choose a favorite horseman. I have never cared much about the "Kings' Pavilion". It is really because I don't think that can choose a husband that satisfies the princess. Son-in-law, the chosen horse is like a gamble. Yang Ling is staring at it every day with wide-eyed eyes. It is a win or a win for this gamble, and it will not fight for a bargaining chip."

Princess Yongfu's breathing is short of breath: "Punma, it has been this way since ancient times, what's wrong?"

Yang Ling spread both hands and said helplessly: "Is this correct since ancient times? What can I do if I stare there every day? There are no more than three candidates, one is appearance, the other is learning, and the third is Character. Even if you choose a handsome young man who is as rich as a jade, will he be a handsome husband and son-in-law? Even if a man chooses a wife, his first priority is still the character of virtue, not to mention a woman. The minister checked the previous royal archives and found that there were not many consorts selected in this way. They were just under the imperial rules, so they didn't dare to be arrogant. There were not a lot of people stealing incense and jade in private. Then... I will break my sleeve and divide my peach."

Princess Yongfu's face was hot when she heard it. She was in the deep palace, but she was ugly outside. The princess lives in the Palace of Ten Princes, and her husband and horse are about the same as the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl in one year, but the husband and wife dare not to show off her sexuality. How can someone get caught? The emperor's father-in-law killed his son-in-law without blinking his eyes.

The prince Ma is a young man, and beautiful as a flower. In addition, Great Ming is originally a man, and he has broken sleeves and divided peaches, and even crouched down to pretend to be a woman. What's so strange that same-sex friends sleep together, you emperor I can't control it, right? Princess Yongfu imagined that if her husband dressed in women's clothing, pretending to be a woman to please a man, she couldn't help but feel nauseous. She turned her head, her chest rose and fell, and she bit her lip without speaking.

Yang Ling said again: "Besides learning, this is a princess recruiting a horse, not the court to choose the champion. Even if you find a talented talent, the relationship between a talented man and a good husband can’t be played, let alone a loving couple. Guarantee. There is also character. I remember that the princess selected by the previous princess was a filial and honest man. That character is noble enough, benevolent and filial, and no one is disrespectful. As a result, as soon as he vomited with the princess, he changed into old clothes and left the mansion. Going home to live, is this the mind of a husband and the manner of a man? He is the most filial piety. His mother died of illness, so he went on a hunger strike with her, and filial piety was incisively and vividly. How about being a husband and being a father? Husband, appearance, talents and character are important, but they are not the most important. Now letting the minister choose the servants for his Royal Highness, but only from these aspects, princess, how do you let the minister start?"

Princess Yongfu Liushen Wuzhu authentically said: "Then...according to the opinion of the prince, how should this horse be chosen?"

Yang Ling was silent for a while, then shook his head slightly, and said: "No choice, the husband is the princess's husband. Whether the husband and wife are in love depends on whether the husband likes the princess or whether the princess likes the husband. If the two are happy , Then the husband and wife are affectionate. But the princess has the opportunity to get to know them and know who fits her own mind and her own heart? No chance! Until the candle night in the bridal chamber, the princess did not see the appearance of the husband and wife, as for whether he fits her own Mind, that is after marriage."

Princess Yongfu never thinks it’s weird for women to choose a husband with three media and six certificates, or to see a husband in the night of the bridal chamber. After all, this kind of thing is something she has been used to since she was sensible. Think, few people think about it as unreasonable. As soon as Yang Ling said it, she was surprised how absurd it was.

As soon as the princess gets married, it is difficult to look back. Even if you really choose a person with outstanding looks, talents, and morals, can his temperament and temper be compatible with himself? The most important thing between husband and wife is affection. If the temperament is disagreeable, where is the affection? Use your life to do a gambling without knowing the outcome...

Thinking of this, Princess Yongfu stood up frightened and said: "Then...what should the princess do? Mr. Yang, you...you are brilliant, you must have a way, right?"

In panic, she called out her accustomed name again. Yang Ling looked at her scared face and became pale, and her heart softened, but his help was limited, so she said with relief: "Royal system, Yang Ling is not I dare to claim that it can be changed. But... Your Highness's temperament and temper Yang Ling are somewhat understood. Tomorrow, Yang Ling will definitely do our best. Strive to choose from them...satisfied with the princess."

Princess Yongfu was a little sad. She took a deep look at Yang Ling, then suddenly turned around, suppressing excitement, and said in a flat voice: "Then...this princess will ask Wei Guogong for life." /

Yang Ling has no idea what to say. He has not been arrogant enough to challenge the peak of the entire Great Ming ethical society, violate or tamper with the royal system, and let Princess Yongfu choose a caring man by himself.

"If you ask the emperor to open your mouth..." The thought was fleeting: "No, the emperor has the final say on other things, choose a horse, the empress dowager has more say than the emperor, she will allow the royal to become a world person Is it the laughing stock of the princess? Let the princess show her face and choose her husband? Even if the queen mother agrees, she can't do it with Yongfu."

Yang Ling shook his head, and could only sigh: "Yang Ling obeyed, your highness, Yang Ling is leaving."

Princess Yongfu nodded with her back to him, and two lines of tears slowly flowed down: "Guo Gong go slowly, Yongfu will not be delivered."

Yang Ling gave a salute, stepped back quietly, and finally took a look at the Great Ming princess, who is all her favorites. Her figure is still beautiful, but at the moment it is full of sadness and helplessness. Yang Ling also feels It was uncomfortable, only a soft sigh, and silently flashed out of the hall.

Princess Yongchun was looking interesting, suddenly seeing her sister turning around, two lines of tears shed on her face, her eyes widened in astonishment. Zhu Xianger was bored, and she learned how to lie on the carpet, arching and arching, arching her head to the side.

At this time, Yang Ling has withdrawn from the main hall. Princess Yongfu heard his footsteps have gone away, and the cry can no longer be suppressed. She was lying on the table, clenching her fists, crying loudly, and shoulders crying. Sensational.

Zhu Xianger was surprised when she saw it, and she was screaming out. She was covered by the Yongchun who had been prepared. Zhu Xianger, a pair of apricot-eyed bosses, turned to look at Yongchun, and then squeezed her two heads together and outwards. Look.

Princess Yongfu burst into tears, crying sadly: "I want to like it myself? What's the use of I like it? I like you, but can I marry you? I can't even confide my thoughts to anyone. If I’ve never seen you before, why did the emperor summon you to Beijing, why did he let me see him? Why did he marry his wife so early? Why...why should I be a princess?"

Princess Yongchun patted Zhu Xianger’s ass, and the two of them crawled back carefully, then quietly turned around the corner of the hall, holding their breath, tiptoeing through the corner door of the warm wall to the back, and gasping for breath. Take a few breaths.

"Yongchun, your sister likes Yang Ling, she likes the surname Yang!" Zhu Xianger exclaimed as soon as she was relieved.

"Hmm! I know!" Yongchun's small face was tense, and his expression was serious.

"What should I do?" Zhu Xianger said nervously.

"Don't say anything, a girl secretly likes a man, who has a bunch of wives, which is very embarrassing. You dare to say that I will shame my sister, I will ignore you in the future," Yongchun warned uncomfortably.

"Oh...but...the eldest princess likes Yang Ling", Zhu Xianger asked again, not worrying about it.

"So what? She won't like him when she hires a concubine. Besides, she just likes him secretly now, and the two have no skin-to-kin relationship. Isn't it possible that the princess will marry him as a concubine? ?" Yongchun said disapprovingly.

Zhu Xianger’s "porphyr" is a little bit careful. The pretty face was a little pale, and she said: "Why...what? If you have a skin close, you have to marry him?"

Yongchun rolled its eyes and said like a little adult: "Do you not watch "Female Commandments" and "Female Training" in the Shu Palace? Women have four elements, one is female virtue, and the other is female In words, the third is women's face, and the fourth is women's power. Free and quiet, neat and tidy, shameful in self-discipline, dynamic and quiet. It is a woman's virtue. Girls should be virtuous and chastity, from the end, the body is only her own husband You can touch it. If another man touches it, it will smear your innocence..."

She put her small hands together and waved her palm: "'Hit!' Cut wherever you touch it!"

Zhu Xianger was taken aback. Suddenly she felt that her legs were weak and her toes cramped, as if she was about to lose her footing.

Yongchun has a "relenting" expression on his face: "That's not a big deal, a good lady of virginity, you have to find a way to kill the guy who insulted you, cut your bones and ash, and never marry forever. To show your innocence, or else... just let him go. This is called marrying a chicken and a dog, marrying a dog and a dog, and holding a pole. Otherwise, no one will look down on it, especially us..."

Princess Yongchun raised his chin and said proudly: "We are princesses, and the royal family is an example of the world. As a royal woman, we must set an example and set an example!"

"Oh, oh, of course, of course." Zhu Xianger laughed and said in a quiet way: "Then... we don't know anything, let's go back, and the princess will go back to the bedroom and miss us, maybe Will be suspicious."

Yongchun's eyes rolled around, and suddenly he clapped his hands and said: "Go back, I will let people stare, and when the candidate enters the palace, let's go and see, doesn't my sister like Yang Ling like that? Let's find personality , The appearance is similar to him, and the queen tells his mother that it is his sister. Hey, I have more ideas, go, go back quickly."

Zhu Xianger lowered her head and stared at her toes with a silly look in her eyes. She looked up and saw that Princess Yongchun had already gone far, and then hurriedly followed. [Heaven’s Kiss Hand Hit]

Huang Jing was assigned by Du Fu to work with Yang Shen during the snow-sweeping department, one for shoveling snow and the other for carrying baskets. Seeing the two princesses slowly passing by, Huang Jing with the black-eyed right eye holding on to the basket, closed one eye and looked at it, and asked: "Hey, the woman behind, looks at the dress is also a royal relative. , Do you recognize it?"

Yang Shen’s cheeks were red and swollen by his father. He badly shoveled a shovel of snow and threw it into the pointed basket, patted the floor firmly, and deliberately made the basket heavy. Only then took the time to take a glance and said: "Yes, that is the little princess of the Shu Palace, he will soon be promoted to be a princess. Huh?"

Yang Shen straightened up, put his hand on the awning, squinted his eyes and took a closer look: "The little princess is walking... why is it a bit sloppy?"

As soon as Yang Ling left the palace, Liu Da Bangmao came up and whispered: "Guo Gong, the person sent to track the Red Lady has been lost. She is too clever. She walks through the streets, and our people dare not. Chasing too close, plus heavy snow, the result is..."

Yang Ling nodded and said: "Go ahead and send someone to Banzhou to investigate. Also, investigate the Banzhou officials’ governance situation. In addition, they sent people to focus on Zhou Dean. He received the transfer order from the Ministry of War and was on the way south. In all likelihood, the lady wants to gather people for assassination and send more people. You can't tell her to kill Commander Zhou, and don't... don't hurt her."

"Yes!" Liu Dabangmao beckoned to a guard, and whispered. Yang Ling turned on his horse and said loudly: "Go to the'Kings' Hall."

Sitting on the horse, Yang Ling pondered secretly: Boss Cui died with an arrow. It seems that it won't be fake anymore. Cui Ying'er followed Zhou Dean to the capital. It should and was indeed for revenge, but she came to find herself, it was too abrupt and unusual.

Who is the Red Lady? How can it be a strange woman who can be described by a heroic and dry cloud. Surrounded by hundreds of thousands of Beijing troops, she calmly broke out of the city, coming and going without any faintness. In Datong, her performance is even more heroic.

What is it that makes her so weak and helpless? She must have a major hidden secret, maybe...Yang Hu’s shameless betrayal, her own and her sinful fate, made her really indulge in love for herself, but with her character, she will not easily ask for help. There must be another important thing, what will it be? ...

The horse went to the cross street. It was the restaurant where the two met early in the morning. The wind and snow had stopped, and the flags were still shaking. Where is the Yiren?

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"Ying'er, I really want to compensate you for the rest of my life, but...I can't help you in evil. To you, it is an unshakable vengeance of killing your father; to me, it is a person who deserves praise A meritorious general. From my standpoint, in any case, I can’t ignore Wang Fa to kill for you! If I do that, what is the difference from Yang Hu who is unscrupulous for personal gain? I am an official, and you must be a thief. Help you, lose My position. I won’t help you... I lose you, alas! Why do I have to make a choice every time I meet you? This is the case in the suburbs of Beijing! This is the case in Datong! Here...or!"

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Yang Ling has been in Ma for a long time. The shop was left in the cold, vaguely, it seemed to be dressed in mysterious clothes, the bright and bright Cui Ying'er was still sitting there, staring at it, and then pouring the wine, then he got off the horse while the spirit was moving, and walked gently...

Until the street, the people stopped at the corners in surprise, pointing and whispering. Yang Ling sighed sadly, and turned his head back: "I used to worry about being sentimental to harm Brahma, and if you go into the mountains, you will not fall down. The world is safe and secure, and you can live up to the Tathagata and you will live up to the prince. The Taoist monks still have endless troubles, so what can I do? Everything is up to you? Red lady, let's stand in the way, let's see if you are one foot high, or a certain family is one foot high!"

When Yang Ling rushed to the "Palace of the Kings", he saw a black painted carriage coming out of it. Bi Zhen was standing in the courtyard with a smile on his face, as if he was about to turn back after sending the guests. At first sight Yang Ling stopped again.

The carriage and Yang Ling passed by, and two coughs in the sedan were faintly heard. The voice was very young. Yang Ling slowly entered the yard, rolled over and got off the horse, and Bi Zhen respectfully greeted him with a smile: "Dear Lord, It’s snowing today, you are always here."

"Well, I will do the final selection tomorrow, and then take it into the palace for the emperor and the queen dowager to see for themselves. Can you still come and see today? Twenty-one people have finally been selected, right?" /

"Not twenty-one, but twenty-two", Bi Zhen smiled and said: "It is the son of Ku An Dongchen, the foreign sect of Xing Zangku of Xishiku, An Dongchen is a small official, but he His son is not bad. He hit enumerate man at the age of sixteen. He has the highest reputation among the 22 people. Among the other young people, only two are talented. Haha, I just saw our family and they are also handsome. , Speak politely, here, it's the carriage that just left."

When Yang Ling was overjoyed, I felt a lot easier on my shoulders. For the three brothers and sisters of Zhu Houzhao, Yang Ling's feelings are not just the relationship between the king and the minister. He regards Zhengde as brothers and treats the two lovely princesses as relatives. Of course, I hope that Yongfu really has a good home. .

Today's princess is young, so the age limit for this candidate is too small, from 14 to 16 years old. It’s really hard to find someone with fame and good temperament in such a little furry boy. I really describe that the condition of this child is really good.

Yang Ling looked back and said with regret: "It's a pity, it's a pity that if I had come one step earlier, I would be able to see it myself, haha, the emperor entrusted such an important task to you and me. This task must always be done so that the queen mother, the emperor and Your Royal Highness is satisfied."

"That's that", Bi Zhen laughed and greeted Yang Ling into the house, and said: "This young enumerate man is called Anye. Although his tutor is good, his looks are good, he is outstanding in his studies. I wanted him to stay longer, in case the father-in-law or the waiter arrived, he could see with his own eyes, but he is ill now, and I'm afraid of delaying the election of tomorrow, so let him go back first."

"Sick? What's your illness?" Yang Ling suddenly stopped, and suddenly remembered that when she had just passed by the sedan, she heard two coughs.

Bi Zhen said disapprovingly: "Hey! No serious illness, scholars, weak in body, cold and cough whenever there is a cold or hot weather, the family is taking medicine for treatment, they originally planned to come back after the cold was cured, but this It’s the last day, so I can’t help but report my name first."

"Oh!" Yang Ling was relieved after hearing that it was just a cold. The capital city is located in the north, and the four seasons are distinct. If the solar terms are not obvious, people tend to get sick. Since the beginning of winter until today, the capital has had its first heavy snowfall. These days, due to the dry and cold weather, there are not a few people suffering from colds and colds. When they coughed up, the land broke and the throat oozes blood and the belly hurts.

Yang Mansion has Gao Wenxin. Of course, there will be no such situation in the whole mansion. The room is smoked with vinegar, and everyone has prepared medicated porridge for drinking. Others are not lucky. Today, the Wenhua Palace staged a full martial arts tour. Twelve people were missing, except for one on a business trip, the remaining eleven were all sick leave.

Yang Ling said: "Oh, it doesn't matter if you have a cold, as long as the conditions are good enough, but he has to take care of it. If he chooses to see the emperor, he has a cough and a nasal discharge. The queen mother has a bad impression. I'm afraid I will lose the election."

Bi Zhen squeezed a stack of silver slips in his sleeves, and said with a smile: "It's still an adult that is thoughtful and thoughtful. Our family will pay attention to these things. If there is nothing to do, he will not be asked to show up. When he is on stage, he will come down quickly. Keep picking up and picking up, there won’t be any loss of appearance."

"Well, did you leave all his materials? There are other twenty-one people. They are all brought by someone. I'll take a look first. I feel a little accurate."

"Yes, Lord of the Country", he waved his hand really, and the guards of the "Kings' Hall" quickly brought a lot of files.

Bi Zhen laughed and said: "These are the materials for the final candidates. The family history is all clearly recorded. It is protected by the handprints that are being pressed in the Baojia. Each person also painted a portrait and put it in the file. These are. People, they are all young people with good facial features, innocent family background, who can write poetry, adults, please see!"

On the top, it is the information of the young boy enumerate man Anye who has just left. Princess Yongfu piano, chess, calligraphy, poetry, and song are omnipotent. It doesn't matter if you find a young husband who is a young youth, he will grow up sooner or later. , But if the cultural heritage of each other is too far apart, it will be strange that there will be common topics in the future.

Although talent learning is not a deciding condition, it is an important foundation. An Ye is the only enumerate man among the applicants. Yang Ling is very interested in him. When I opened the resume written by An Ye, the ink is dry and the handwriting is clear and easy. Yang Ling is a calligraphy master. Seeing that Young Master An’s thin gold characters are straight forward, erratic and fast, like a grass, Shuba is strong, and he can’t help but scream.

Open the portrait drawn by the painter~IndoMTL.com~ It really is a handsome and beautiful young man. Although the portraits painted by the painters at that time were a little bit ridiculous and not a complete portrait painting, they were always inseparable from each other. It seems this The appearance of the teenager is really good-looking.

Yang Ling's heart was excited: "The other candidates have not seen it yet. This condition alone is good. Now it's good. At last I won't have one that makes me look at it."

Yang Ling happily flicked the paper portrait, and said in his heart: "I am guilty of having the Red Lady in my head. Yongfu, Yongfu, I finally don’t have to bear the trust of my Yang Ling!"

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