Chang Ting thought that the little smoker would take the opportunity to taunt her fiercely, but he didn't think about it, he glanced at her and didn't say anything. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Chenyan followed Hua Muhan at the age of seven, Hua Muhan knew his meal best, and he ate one bowl less than usual for this meal......

Where did the master and servant know that Chang Ting's words were not true.

She eats a lot, and that's because she does so much activity every day.

Since arriving here, although he is a lonely man, and the original owner of his body is not a rich man, he has good medical skills at a young age, and he makes a living by collecting medicine on weekdays, and the money in exchange is enough to satisfy his stomach......

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When it was approaching evening, the weather was getting more and more gloomy, Chang Tingji hung the clothes drying in the Junzi Garden, so he ran back, and by the way, he took the change of clothes to the flower garden.

After coming back and finishing dinner, Dusty was sent to the Sword Pavilion by Hua Muhan, as if he was asking him to get something.

Changting followed Hua Muhan into the room, and her heart had been sudden, since she was eating.

Although she was sure that he would not find out that she was a daughter, she knew that he was a living man, not to mention, he was still a big man who looked like that.

She began to busily tidy up the already neat tables, chairs and benches, firstly to hide the uneasiness in her heart, and secondly, to rub it off until he fell asleep first.

Fortunately, Hua Muhan didn't stay outside, and went straight back to his bedroom, and Chang Ting couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief outside.

"Changting. ”

The heart that I just put down is rubbing my throat again!

This is the first time Hua Muhan has called her name, cool, light, casual, and natural......

"Hmm. She replied stiffly, crossed her heart, and walked to the door of the back room.

Glancing at him sitting at the desk in neat clothes, Chang Ting secretly breathed a sigh of relief and walked in, "Lord, don't you want to rest? Are you thirsty? Why don't you make you a pot of tea? Uh, drinking tea at night will interfere with sleep, so let's drink water?"

She pretended to be calm, which was typical of being speechless.

"Make the bed. ”

Hua Muhan's eyes always fell on a scroll on the table, and her silky long hair fell slightly forward, covering her chin.

Chang Ting stood behind him, and after glancing at the bed, he secretly rolled his eyes at the roof two times in succession.

Make the bed?

Aren't the mattresses and sheets all in the places where they should be?

A big man, who looks quite mighty, can't his arms be papier-mâché? Isn't it just that the quilt is not extended, and when he lies down, he can't just pull his hand! Who is used to this problem? Is his father or his mother?

It's really indignant for the lower classes of people living in feudal society!

If you have the ability to Doraemon, you have to bring this young master to 2016 to experience what self-reliance is, and see what kind of bear he cries when he comes!

Although Chang Ting expressed his grievances strongly in his heart, on the surface, he was very obedient and diligent to the bedside, neatly leveled the mattress and sheets, and then pulled the stacked thin quilt apart, according to Hua Muhan's figure, it was wide and narrow to fit him to lie in.

"Where is your hometown, and what other relatives do you have at home?"

The candle flame flickered, the black hair was slightly sideways, and the narrow phoenix eyes glanced at the big boy with sharp movements, and then fell back to the book.

Changting stood beside Hua Muhan, looked at the words on the book that were different from the Chinese characters, and naturally recited the lie that she was not prepared for, "For as long as I can remember, I have been an orphan, wandering all over the world since I was a child, and I don't know who my parents are or where my hometown is. ”

The long fingers holding the corner of the page were released, Hua Muhan raised his head slightly, his eyes as deep as a cold pool, and looked at the white, handsome, and immature face without the slightest wave: "Then who took your name?"

Chang Ting looked at him, his heart began to tremble inexplicably, he pulled the corners of his mouth hard, and smiled dryly, "When I was five years old, I met a kind-hearted person who was performing on the street. He saw that I was from a poor background and was always bullied, so he asked me to learn some boxing and kicking from him, and gave me this name. ”

Hua Muhan stared at her eyes quietly, as if she was listening very seriously, and seemed to be searching for something in her eyes.

Chang Ting secretly clenched his fists, feeling a little panicked, and when he met such a good audience, he could only continue, "He has no fixed place for performing arts, and after staying for a few months, he left." ”

"Why didn't you follow him, but came to Sanssouci Valley instead?"

The fist in Chang Ting's sleeve clenched tighter, lowered his eyes, and used two shadows to cover the emotions that were not easy to hide, "Probably, it's a burden to take me......"

Hua Muhan's eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he was inexplicably a little worried, "Before you came to Sanssouci Valley, what did you live on?"

As soon as the words came out, he regretted it, and he was a little afraid to hear her answer.

Changting smiled, and this time he smiled very brightly, and his eyes also shining, "Dig up herbs." ”

Hua Muhan's expression, which had not changed all the time, finally loosened a little, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. This answer is not the worst......

This is really a big truth, so Changting doesn't have any psychological burden when he says it, "I wander around the mountains all day long, know a lot of herbs, and after digging them, I go to sell them to the pharmacy." ”

Hua Muhan smiled faintly at her, her slender fingers lifted the footer, and her eyes fell on the scroll again.

Chang Ting stepped back softly and closed the door with his hand.

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After leaving Hua Muhan's bedroom, she sat on the small wooden bed in the corner.

Lying was too stressful, and anxiety and guilt were tormenting her.

Being honest and open-minded is the code of conduct that the "old leader" and "leader" have repeatedly warned her since she was a child, but here, she has used others and lied again and again.

Even if it wasn't what she wanted, it was true.

She sighed secretly, frowned and bowed her head, reached out and untied the purse around her waist, stuffed it under the pillow, and then, blowing out the candle, the kimono lay down.

Quietly, boundless darkness inside and out, like a tide of memory, pressed against her.

It was an international case of theft and sale of antiquities, with a large number of criminals and guns.

At first, the special forces team did not participate, and it was not until the criminal police team and the armed police force where she was a child surrounded the last five people in an abandoned building, and the criminals took a hostage, that she and her comrades received the order.