His eyes were burning, as if Jiang Jingyu's whole body was melting into his bones.
"What did you say? I didn't hear you."
Jiang Jingyu tilted her ears and avoided his gaze.
The next moment, Hu Yanji put his face close to Jiang Jingyu's ear.
The breath is hot.
"There is no concubine, only Ayu. From the beginning to the end, there is only Ayu herself."
The corners of Jiang Jingyu's mouth curved slightly, and Hu Yanji's voice sounded in her ears again.
"My father used to paint my mother's eyebrows a lot in the past. I've seen him a lot, and I've learned a lot about it. Today is the first time I've done it."
"Auntie, are you still satisfied?"
Jiang Jingyu's neck felt itchy and she raised her hand to push Hu Yanji's face away.
Although she knew that the man was making a pun, Jiang Jingyu looked at herself in the mirror decently.
Looking at the deepened eyebrows, she nodded and said seriously: "Yes, since Khan is good at drawing eyebrows, I will leave the task of drawing eyebrows to you in the future."
Hu Yanji smiled evilly and leaned into Jiang Jingyu's ear again.
"I am not only good at eyebrow drawing, but also good at other tasks. If Ayu needs it..."
"Ahem, cough, cough, it's clear and sunny, what are you talking about?"
Jiang Jingyu choked on him and pushed his handsome face aside.
Hu Yanji felt even happier after seeing her red earlobes that could drip blood.
He put down Shi Dai, picked up the cinnabar on the table, and gently tapped it between her eyebrows to form a flower.
The red flower blossomed between her eyebrows, like a charming mandala, adding a touch of charm to her face.
Jiang Jingyu looked at herself in the mirror and was quite satisfied with Hu Yanji's craftsmanship.
Hu Yanji straightened up and followed Lu Wu's example and stretched his arms in front of Jiang Jingyu.
"Your Highness, please move to the Imperial Study Room."
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Xiongnu, Khan's palace.
The old Khan leaned against the bedside and looked at the second prince who was feeding him the medicine with a pleased expression.
"My father's face has improved a lot in the past few days. I believe that as long as he insists on taking the medicine prescribed by the witch doctor, he will be well soon."
The second prince said as he picked up a handkerchief and wiped the concoction dripping from the corners of the old Khan's mouth.
The old Khan looked at him with a smile in his eyes: "Qi'er, you are really thoughtful in finding a witch doctor to treat your father."
"My father has betrayed my son. This is all my responsibility. My father is bedridden due to illness. My son is heartbroken to see me. Fortunately, my hard work paid off and I finally found someone who can treat my father." The witch doctor."
Yu Wenqi looked serious and did not claim credit in front of the old Khan.
"Hey, this old man has seen through many things. Ben Khan has so many sons under his knees. I didn't expect that in the end only Qi'er would be willing to stay by Ben Khan's side and take care of him."
The old Khan sighed and sighed.
The second prince's eyes flashed slightly and he said softly: "Several brothers are busy with matters and cannot spare the time to come and visit, but they must be thinking of my father all the time in their hearts."
"Huh, you don't have to speak for them. I think they no longer have me as a father in their eyes!"
The old Khan was so excited that he suddenly coughed violently.
"Father, father, are you okay?"
The second prince hurriedly helped the old Khan, but the old Khan's face turned red when he coughed. He covered his mouth with one hand and waved to the second prince with the other hand, indicating that he didn't need to worry.
After a while, the coughing finally stopped.
The moment the old Khan put down his hand, the second prince's eyes suddenly widened.
"Father, you are coughing up blood. Please call the witch doctor right now!"
The second prince was about to call the witch doctor when the old Khan grabbed his sleeve.
"Qi'er, no need, it's all an old problem. Father knows it well."
After the old Khan stopped him, the second prince sat down again.
He handed the old Khan a handkerchief and looked at him with a worried look on his face: "Father, are you really okay? You're coughing up blood. Why don't you let the witch doctor come over and take a look?"
Seeing that the second prince was about to get up again, the old Khan stopped him sternly.
"Sit down! My father has something to say to you!"
Under the old Khan's scolding, the second prince had no choice but to sit down obediently.
"If you have any orders from my father, just ask me. Even if I have to go up a mountain of swords and into a sea of fire, I will definitely do it for my father!"
The old Khan smiled. His face was covered with wrinkles, but his eyes were still clear.
He looked at the second prince intently.
"To achieve great things, it is not enough just to rely on brains and means. You must also have filial piety. Qi'er obviously has all three of these."
"My son has learned a lesson."
The second prince remained calm and listened to the old Khan's words attentively.
But the slightly tightened fist revealed his nervousness and excitement at this time.
The old Khan nodded with satisfaction and continued: "I am getting old, and I am a little unable to deal with government affairs, so I want to put the affairs in my hands aside and enjoy peace and happiness while I am still alive."
"My father will live a long life."
The second prince lowered his eyes to hide his excitement and waited quietly for the old Khan to pass the throne to him.
"So the position of Khan is held by..."
Just when the old Khan was about to say who he would pass the throne to, the voice of the third prince suddenly came from outside the palace.
"Father, I have something important to report to you!"
The old Khan frowned in displeasure at being interrupted, and the second prince's eyes also darkened.
The third prince pushed open the door and went straight to the inner hall.
The old Khan looked at him displeased: "If you have anything to do, we'll talk to you tomorrow morning. I'm tired of sweating, so please leave first."
"Father, this matter cannot be delayed!"
The third prince was resolute and did not take the old Khan's words seriously at all.
The old Khan sat up straight and was about to get angry when the third prince stretched out the defense map in his hand.
"Father, look at what this is."
The old Khan's attention was attracted by the defense map in his hand.
"Defense map? What do you do with it?"
"Father, this is the defense map of Mobei. With this defense map, we can easily capture Mobei and wash away our shame!"
The old Khan's eyes widened suddenly, and the second prince also looked over in disbelief.
"Seriously?" After the shock, the old Khan calmed down instantly: "How did you get the Mobei defense map?"
The third prince smiled and said: "Father, I don't know. The princess I married half a month ago is the daughter of General Urchard of Mobei. It is thanks to her that I was able to obtain the defense map of Mobei."
"Urchard? Hahaha, OK! OK!"
After hearing Urchard's name, the old Khan burst into laughter instantly.
"Lao San, Lao San, you have done a good job in this matter! If Urchard knew that his daughter had become a traitor and even presented the Mobei defense map with both hands, he would be so angry that his head would be smoking! Hahahahaha!”
The old Khan's dignity was once rubbed on the ground by Urchard, so he has always held a grudge against him. Now that the opportunity for revenge is right in front of him, he, the old Khan, will naturally not let it go.
"Third brother, go, take this defense map and lead your troops to Mobei quickly, and bring Urchard to me. Once you succeed, you will be rewarded!"
"My son, take your orders!"
The third prince responded with cupped fists and glanced at the second prince sitting beside the bed, his eyes full of contempt and provocation.
