Jia Huan entered Shi Yuhua's residence from the quiet side door.With his origin with Shi Yuhua, his position, the path is waiting until the hall of the main room.

The hall displays elegantly, tables and chairs, jalls, plaques, hanging screens, paintings, screen strips are Han style.She had just made him tea.Jia Huan in the hall to enjoy the hanging Tang Yin painting in the hall.

There were footsteps behind me.

Jia Huan looked back and saw Shi Yuhua wearing a pink embroidered dress, posture, beautiful.

When she walked in with the early summer sun, she could clearly feel her beauty.It is like the beauty of the spring breeze.Amazing, admiring, and unconsciously placing her eyes on her body.

When it was in Beijing, Yuhua's stature did not change much, one meter 68, and the equivalent.But the wind is better than the past.At the age of fifteen or 16, the girl, in the passage of years, grew, mature, and beautiful moved.

The stone family has a female first grown up.

Shi Yuhua slowly turned from the bedroom to the warm cabinet and walked into the living room.She came to see Jia Huan after adjusting her emotions.

When she first smelled "the crown of anger for the face", her heart was full of thoughts.To the city, a pot of cold water poured down, taste the pain of love!There was a whole song that broke her heart.

However, last winter, Jia Huan sent Yi Junjie to take her to break the leaves for the New Year, and did not forget her.A heart that broke her heart rose with a warm feeling.At this time, her heart did not dare to think.Fear of getting hurt again.

But what happened to the heart that was about to see his joy?

Shi Yuhua saw a tall, upright, emaciated young man, with an ordinary appearance, a beautiful stone-green long shirt, hanging jade peep, calm.It is like a heavy mountain, which can give people a sense of security.

At this time, Shi Yuhua saw Jia Huan's eyes seemed to marvel at her beauty, and her heart trembled slightly.It is an indescribable touch.And then there’s a little bit of satisfaction.Why did the third man’s eyes stop at her?

Shi Yuhua's mouth corner escaped an unconscious smile, slightly bowed to the courtesy, and whispered: "Yuhua has seen the third master!"

He smiled at himself, and he looked at Yuhua more.Reaching out to help, Wen said: "Yuhua, last winter is intended to invite you to break the leaves for the New Year, after the war is busy, I went to the broken Yechuan in advance."Have you been well lately?”

Shi Yuhua got up, raised his head slightly, looked at Jia Huan, couldn't help but say, "How dare Yuhua blame the third master?"The third master is the great importance of military affairs.”

And a breath of anger came.

Jia Huan's mind is very sensitive, he is fighting in the court, often a few words to see life and death, the reaction is not fast.Smiling.He knows where the problem is.On that day, the strategy deceived the rider.In the end, I borrowed the reputation of Yuhua.

Jia Huan sighed and said, “Yuhua, since Yongji 17 summer you left Jingxi, count down, we have not seen each other in nearly three years.”It is not I who use the Round Song to attack the river and engage in strategic deception in the name of saving you."

Shi Yuhua bowed his head and slightly smirked his mouth.Jia Huan's frankness admitted that it was a deception, which made her feel sad.She would rather Jiahuan say: "To fight the river to save her is a public and private two."

Jia Huan made a gesture, invited Shi Yuhua to take a seat, said: "I come from the western region, Wei Wei has been very worried about your situation."A few times written to me.She cares about you.You are trapped in Samarkand, and you have suffered a lot over the years.Now come back well.”

Shi Yuhua bowed his head and refused to respond to Jia Huan's words, which was not to forgive him for "deceived".However, softly follow Jiahuan and sit down in the seat.

My maid came in with a silver leaf tray, two cups of incense, and withdrew with a smile.

Speaking of Lin Qianwei, Shi Yuhua could not help answering, she knew that Jia Huan mentioned her master's meaning, which was a kind of refusal.Qingsheng said, “I wrote to Master and Su seniors last winter.Master and Sue sent me letters, as well as your family book to the third master.I'll give it to you."

Speaking of the past, the atmosphere eased a little.

Jia Huan nodded, drank tea, and said, “Yuhua, you have been traveling west for two years, and the four guards I have sent to you have died.”The letter to the bull did not work.The pain you eat, you know.Can you tell me something specific?The rumors of merchants are always gossiping.”

Shi Yuhua said about the situation in the past two years, "I am from Dunhuang, as for Xuan, I would have wanted to go to Turtles to learn singing and dancing."After the Shule, Turtles were in turmoil, the road was not open, and I turned to Tofu, and I turned all the way to the river...”

The sound of the twilight is soft.Drinking tea will be hard on the road.Time has passed.The early summer weather is getting hotter.

Jia Huan sighed: "Yihua you are traveling west, in order to find skills, is indeed great perseverance, great wisdom."How many people in the world have such a pure heart?I want to say thank you to Prince Qori of the Moon!If you are in the West, it is very sad.At this time, you have gone through the hardships, and your skill is great, and you are gratifying."

Jia Huan's heartfelt praise, appreciation, not pseudo, so that Shi Yuhua can not help but her dream of cutting water double eyes, landed on Jia Huan's face, a few seconds do not move.

Then, with a sigh, he said, “Why should you praise me?”Your heart is tormented by yours!”

Such a straightforward word, so beautiful, although she did not understand why she favored him?After all, how many people are uneasy?Jia Huan laughed bitterly.Looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, the beautiful eyes, what can he say?

He took Yuhua back to Beijing and back to Jiangnan.But if he comes home with a concubines, how can he be proud of the feelings and feelings of Bao sister and Lin sister for three years?

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In the afternoon, a small rain came.

Jia Huan looked at the letters in the study, read the letters of Wei Wei and the poems, and watched the raindrops fall on the slate.Then take out the letter of their sister's home and read it in a letter.This can make him forget certain emotions.

Shi Yuhua is very beautiful!He had not touched the beauty for a long time, and her charm, for him, was full of temptation.

In the past three years, the western region and Jiangnan, thousands of miles away, and wives have a total of eight letters.Less words and true.

He couldn't help but immerse himself in the past, think of him and Bao Xuan's first acquaintance, think of him and Dai Yu's residence in Jinling, remembering Wei Wei's fiery feelings, five years of waiting, remembering poetry in his new marriage when he was in tears, and never leave.

Jia Huan read Bao Xuan's letter again, and the pen wrote on the propaganda paper: a generation of a pair of people in a lifetime, competing for two places.I don’t care about who springs.The slurry is easy to beg to the Blue Bridge, and the medicine is difficult to run in the sea.If you can visit and drink Oxford, you are relatively poor.

This is the name of the drinking word.Although he was in mourning, he was in good shape for his current state of mind.He and Bao sister's marriage, without any twists and turns, by his initiative, engaged, married: squatting to the blue bridge easy to beg.

But he came to the west for the name, for the future, for the future, for the struggle.I haven’t seen them in three years.A generation of people, a lifetime, fighting for two places.

It was his fault.

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In late April, after Jia Huan returned to the broken leaves, the actual messenger of Samarkand, Princess Yunxing, was about to arrive in the city of broken leaves.The governor of Khorasan, the Persian Empire, Jalali, wanted to use soldiers against the river.She came to ask for help.

King Jeparoping of Kang sent her only because she had a very good personal relationship with Shi Yuhua.

Earlier, the war was brought up to kill Jia Huan, Princess of the Wanguo, and Jori Hamadnadi, who had arrived at the broken leaves.