Chapter 1887 It Is Even More Frail and Slender

Chapter 308 It's even more frail and slender

Mo Shanghua never thought that the inspector sent by the imperial city this time would be Yan Cenxuan. He has always been sick and weak. Who would have thought that it would be his turn to run around like this?

However, now it seems that his complexion is not bad.

As soon as Yan Cenxuan's team met Yan Beicheng's team, his eyes subconsciously searched among the crowd, and when he was young, he fell on Moshang Hua's pretty cheek.

In an instant, thousands of lingering affections flashed in his eyes, like silk that had been left for a long time, and with a light tug, strands of lingering affection would be pulled out.

The person he likes is the original owner of this body. Mo Shanghua thinks she is not the original owner. Being stared at by him like this, the whole body suddenly feels very uncomfortable. When he was at a loss, fortunately, he had already looked away. .

Ever since Yan Beicheng saw that the inspector was Yan Cenxuan, his complexion had darkened quite a bit. Now that Yan Cenxuan came and stared at his concubine, he was naturally more unhappy, but he pulled a smear on his face. Laughing, "It turns out that the inspector mentioned by the emperor is actually Thirteen. Look at you, it's fine if you don't inform the king in advance, but you even quietly raised the schedule by yourself, which made the king in a hurry." , even your welcome banquet is too late to prepare quickly."

Yan Cenxuan has a thin body and soft and handsome features. Hearing Yan Beicheng's words at that time, there was a gentle smile on the corner of his lips, which made his whole body weak and slender, as gentle as jade. When I came here, I felt that I was in better health, I was afraid that if I came late, I would delay the affairs of the emperor, it was unthinkable, not only did not delay the affairs of the emperor, but also made the emperor in a hurry, it was Thirteen's not thoughtful enough."

It's midsummer now, and it's noon again, the sun seems to be right in front of us, the faces of people around are covered with a layer of sweat, and the horses are rubbing their front hooves restlessly.

Mo Shanghua glanced sideways at Yan Beicheng beside him, and saw that there was no trace of sweat on his fair cheeks, but Yan Cenxuan, who had only stayed under the sun for a while, looked a little unhappy. He hurriedly said: "Now is the time when the sun is at its worst, and this is not a place to talk. Your Highness should follow us back to the palace first. Although we are in a hurry, the welcome banquet is still indispensable. Wait until you enter After the banquet, the lord is having a good chat with His Highness the Thirteenth."

Mo Shanghua is usually a person who talks little when he has nothing to do, but now he talks a lot, and he talks so much.

Thinking of this, Yan Beicheng felt more and more unhappy, the more she said that, the more he wanted to refute her face, and said: "It's okay, Thirteen, I heard that you all rushed this way , your health has always been bad, how can you bear it? Could it be that the emperor invited some immortals to refine the elixir to cure your illness?"

"There is no such thing as an immortal elixir." Yan Cenxuan couldn't help laughing, his expression was as gentle as before, and he didn't see any dissatisfaction, "It's just my illness, it's always been like this, I'm fine today, maybe I'll be seriously ill again tomorrow, all It's all in the will of God."

While speaking, the thin sweat on his forehead was getting more and more, not long after, it had condensed into bean-sized beads of sweat, which slid down his cheeks, and even his hair was soaked with sweat, his fair cheeks It became extremely red due to the sun exposure, but the thin lips were completely pale, without any trace of blood.