Jiang Caishuang calmed down and walked forward with the soul-inducing banner, "I, I'm here to pay back something."

She didn't get too close, and kept her distance from him cautiously.

Yan Anjin looked at her leisurely and chuckled, "How can you see clearly when the Taoist priest stands so far?"

Jiang Caishuang slowly moved forward half a step.

Yan Anjin was helpless and slowly stretched out his hand to her. His slender fingertips were as white as jade, almost transparent in the sunlight.

"Then I'll put it on the table for you?" Jiang Caishuang said tentatively.

Yan Anjin scratched the skin under his eyes, his handsome and delicate face against the light, and his tone was relaxed and casual, "The Taoist priest came to return something, so he had to let him go after a glance, right?"

Jiang Caishuang was wandering, not knowing whether he should go forward.

Yan Anjin saw her entanglement and glanced at the pair of orioles, and explained with a smile: "These two birds are so hungry that they can't get out of here for the next half."

Jiang Caishuang had to bypass the desk with the files stacked high, and slowly moved towards him, and finally moved to him, "Give it."

"I want to take a closer look at this soul-inducing banner. Can you ask the Taoist priest to feed the birds for me?"

"Me?" Jiang Caishuang pointed at herself in surprise, "But I have never raised it..."

Yan Anjin comforted her warm voice: "It's okay, the Taoist priest just needs to hold this branch."

He looked at himself with a gentle expression, and Jiang Caishuang was inexplicably encouraged.

She walked forward carefully and slowly took the branch full of berries from Yan Anjin's hand.

The berries are not as big as thumbs. Even if they are large in number, they are not as heavy as they are. However, Jiang Caishuang feels heavy when she holds them in her hand.

The bird's head pecked at the fruit bit by bit, and the splashed juice fell on the window frame, and dark red plum blossoms bloomed. Soon, a few other brightly colored birds flew from the yard, chirping around the window, rushing to eat berries on the branches.

Jiang Caishuang opened her eyes wide and looked at the scene in front of her curiously, "Why are there so many birds in the royal palace?"

Yan Anjin leaned against the other side of the window and said casually: "Maybe the fruits in my house are particularly sweeter than those outside."

"It's all the same fruit, and the difference between sweet or not?"

"That's natural," Yan Anjin put his slender fingertips on the window ridge casually, "Everyone has beauty and ugliness, why is there no sweetness or astringency between fruits?"

After hearing this, Jiang Caishuang used to want to bicker with him like before, "You shouldn't be trying to say that you look..."

As soon as he looked up, he looked into Yan Anjin's focused eyes.

He leaned lazily against the window frame, the breeze blew up the hair beside his cheeks, his beautiful peach blossom eyes were gentle and blurred, and his eyes were deeply affectionate, as if he wanted to make people completely addicted.

Just now, Jiang Caishuang was teasing the bird seriously, so he looked at her seriously.

The two people stand on the left and right sides of the window, and you can touch each other with just raising your hand.

If you really want to talk about it, Prince Yan’s appearance is indeed beautiful and charming, and is better than everyone she has ever seen.

Jiang Caishuang suddenly felt her face getting hot and was about to open her eyes when she suddenly heard the person opposite him covering his lips and coughing.

Yan Anjin's face was as white as snow, and his slender and thick black eyelashes drooped, and his cheeks were blushing because of coughing.

"Since you are injured, why are you still standing in front of the window and blowing the wind?" Jiang Caishuang couldn't bear it, so she put down the branches and helped him walk towards the soft collapse.

His body was warm and firm, and the smell on his body was sweet and pleasant, just like the fragrance burning in the study.

This fragrance made Jiang Caishuang feel familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had smelled it for a while.

Yan Anjin leaned halfway against her. He should have been a sickly wounded person. He was still intent on joking, "Is the Taoist priest able to help him?"

Jiang Caishuang exhaled a long sigh and muttered in a low voice: "It's quite heavy."

Unexpectedly, he looked thin, but actually had a bit of weight.

Yan Anjin was afraid of suppressing her, so he was about to stand up straight.

Jiang Caishuang said in a muffled voice: "I can help you, don't move around."

"……good."

In this way, Yan Anjin was helped to sit down.

During this period, I accidentally bumped into the desk and knocked out a few copies of the files piled up to the same height as a hill, scattered all over the floor.

In charge of the Hanging Mirror, Yan Anjin naturally had many things to be busy with, and it was rare that he had the leisure to feed the birds.

Jiang Caishuang picked up the file, but because there was no place on the desk, she could only temporarily place it on the antique shelf next to her.

After doing this, she stood on the edge of the collapse and spoke awkwardly: "I helped you over here just to thank you for lending me the Soul-Inducing Banner, not to be friends with you again, don't think too much."

Yan Anjin had nothing to do, but after hearing her words, he began to cough violently.

He coughed for a while before stopping, his face dyed with a bright red blush, like the bright red glow in the sky. When he raised his eyes to look at people, even the peach blossom eyes were filled with a layer of water vapor.

Jiang Caishuang was at a loss and looked a little innocent.

Yan Anjin had a faint helplessness in his eyes, and he coaxed half-truely: "For the sake of being a patient, Taoist priest should not stimulate him anymore, okay?"

Jiang Caishuang lacks confidence: "...good."

Yan Anjin poured himself a cup of hot tea and pushed it to Jiang Caishuang, "Try it, the special new tea."

Jiang Caishuang took a bite curiously. The aroma of the mouth was sweet, with a rich fragrance of flowers and the refreshing tea, which would not make people feel sweet at all.

She couldn't help asking, "What kind of tea is this?"

Yan Anjin raised his white robe sleeves, picked up the teapot, and slowly added a cup to her. With the sound of tea slamming into the cup, the heat swayed, and he spoke slowly: "Has Taoist Master heard the wandering flowers?"

Jiang Caishuang was stunned for a moment and nodded, "I've heard that, isn't this a medicinal herb?"

Peanuts wander in roses and roses, but they are different from these two. They are a kind of extremely gorgeous flower. According to ancient books, because they are full of thorns and the fragrance of flowers, they attract people to linger, so they are called "walking flowers".

No wonder she thought before that the aura of Prince Yan was very familiar. Isn’t this the smell of wandering flowers?

Some people can make medicinal materials into spices and flower tea, and they are so exquisite and brilliant, which is really beyond Jiang Caishuang's expectations.

Seeing that she liked it very much, Yan Anjin followed the trend and said, "I still have a lot of tea made of wandering flowers here. When the Taoist priest left, you might as well bring two packs back."

Jiang Caishuang took a sip of hot tea, and the heat seemed to be transmitted from her mouth to her cheek. Her face was warm and she didn't say anything she refused.

She was about to say goodbye, and an acquaintance came to Dingbei Palace in a hurry, which was Song Yunxiao.

He quickly walked across the small wooden bridge. Before the person could appear, the voice had already reached the ears of the two people in the study.

"Jin'an, I know why that wooden bird can fly! Show you the drawings!"

Song Yunxiao walked in with a big step. Seeing Jiang Caishuang also there, he was stunned for a moment, "What a coincidence, we have met again."

Before Jiang Caishuang could react, he came over excitedly with the drawings, "Just, Taoist priest, help me see, my drawings are right?"

As soon as he walked to Jiang Caishuang, Song Yunxiao felt a chill on his back, making his body stiff.

He glanced back secretly and saw Yan Anjin slowly put down the cup, looking at him with a smile.

Jiang Caishuang sneezes and felt that the study room seemed to be getting colder than before.

She rubbed the tip of her nose indifferently, and then began to look at the drawings seriously.

"The mechanism here is wrong. The gears need to be ground thinner, and it will be suitable to be smaller than three points. And the bearings here cannot be made of bronze..."

Jiang Caishuang had no intention of hiding her weakness. Someone asked for advice, and she subconsciously helped him modify the drawings.

Song Yunxiao listened, but also held back the gaze that was as bright as his back.

"Oh." It was not until he was almost finished that Jiang Caishuang suddenly remembered Song Ying's instructions and hurriedly covered his mouth.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, you can take the drawings away, I won't look at them."

Since I promised Song Ying, I had to keep my promise. It just so happened that the most critical point had not been mentioned, and Song Yunxiao had to go back and think about it himself.

Song Yunxiao thought she had finished speaking, so he thanked him with gratitude, "Thank you, Master, I will try it quickly when I go back, I will surely succeed this time."

He glanced at Yan Anjin and said deliberately badly: "I heard that on the sixth day of next month, the Marquis' Mansion will marry the Bo Mansion. Yunxiao will definitely bring a gift to the door to congratulate him in person. Oh, by the way, I will go and congratulate him with Jinan, okay?"

Yan Anjin leaned lazily on the beauty couch. When he heard his words, he just chuckled and replied: "Okay." With such a calm and gentle posture, there was no sign of being stimulated.

However, Song Yunxiao did not forget the lethal look just now.

Pretend, keep installing.

In half a month, when Master Bai Lu marrys someone else, he wants to see what Jin'an will react.

Song Yunxiao looked at his friend with malicious intentions, "See you next day on the sixth of the month."

After saying that, he took the drawings and left with rush and rush as when he came.

Only Jiang Caishuang stood there and couldn't figure it out. Since she was thanking her, why did she say she went to the Bo Mansion to congratulate her? The one who got married to the Bo Mansion was Caiwei's sister, not her.

"Why did Mr. Song say that?"

Yan Anjin smiled gently and harmlessly, completely different from the way he was hiding his knife in his smile just now, and his voice was also tender. "Yun Xiao once hurt his head, and his behavior has always been different from ordinary people. Taoist priests don't need to care."

If Song Yunxiao was still there, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood after hearing his words.

The undercurrents between the two were surging, and the slow Jiang Caishuang did not participate from beginning to end.

"Oh." She was still confused and said calmly: "Since the thing has been returned to you, I'll leave first."
To be continued...