Han Xiaoying was scolded, sat down on the chair with her head in her arms, and cried bitterly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

She is still young and does not understand the difference between love and life. is also limited to the fact that falling in love is a matter of two people, and it is not understood that marriage is a matter of two families. Hearing Ling Mubing say this, he instantly felt ashamed.

But as soon as she remembered Si Mingxu's miserable appearance when she took her hand and cried Mu Bing's name, she couldn't help but raise her head and say good things: "Anyway, Lord Zhizhou is in pain for you in the teahouse at the moment, does Sister Mu Bing really plan to comfort her?" ”

With that, there was silence in the room.

Ling Mubing seemed to be frozen, and was quiet for a long time, a long time.

Suddenly, she stood up and walked towards the door.

"Sister Mu Bing finally figured it out?" The corners of Han Xiaoying's mouth twitched with a smile.

Ling Mubing's figure paused at the door: "I just went out to pick flowers." ”

Han Xiaoying's face turned white as if she had been struck by lightning, and she said in disappointment: "You are really ruthless to Lord Zhizhou. ”

"No, I'm being nice to him." After that, Ling Mubing left leisurely, and her slender figure was very decisive.

Han Xiaoying was very angry, and beat her hands on the table like sticks and drums until she was numb, and then got up and left with anger. As soon as she walked out of the door, Lingsuxue came back just in time.

She looked at her red eyes and tears on her face, and hurriedly concerned: "Xiaoying, what's wrong with you?" ”

Han Xiaoying snorted coldly and threw away his sleeves.

Leaving Lingxue inexplicably, it took a while for a while to relax and walk into the house.

The weather is getting warmer and the days are getting longer.

The peasant village woman who was busy working in the field waved her hoe for an extra half an hour, and the sunset on the horizon painted a winding orange and red scenery in the blue sky.

Gradually, the grayer the sky became, the more smoke curled up in the village.

The slender mud roads criss-crossed are filled with the aroma of food stir-fried by various stoves, and the smell makes people very hungry.

Ling Mu Bing picked flowers for an afternoon, because there were few wild flowers in early spring, so it took a lot of physical strength to find flowers. When she returned home, she was already a delicious vegetarian dish on the table, and she felt very happy.

She had just entered the room and had just put the flowers in the corner, when the door rattled again.

She thought it was Han Xiaoying, so she didn't care about it, and walked towards the backyard. Unexpectedly, a pair of soft arms came from behind her, hugging her waist, and then a strong pungent smell of wine hit like a wave.

Ling Mubing already knew who the person who was carrying him from behind him, so he stood firmly in place, not sad or happy: "Si Mingxu, you are drunk." ”

"I'm not drunk. Belch. The drunken Si Mingxu burped, and the taste from his mouth was even more stinky.

Ling Mubing covered her nose and endured: "Let go of me." ”

"Don't let go." Si Mingxu hugged him even more to death.

Ling Mubing felt helpless, she could struggle away, but she was afraid that the mana would hurt him, so she fulfilled his willfulness at the moment. After all, most of the gentle and elegant scholars are introverted and rarely do such outrageous things.

The so-called rare indulgence, let him indulge thoroughly this time.

Not long after, wet tears wet Ling Mubing's back.

Si Mingxu, who was not sober, buried his face on her back, and sobbed: "I'm afraid, as soon as I let go, you will never appear again." ”

His description at the moment is exactly the same as what Han Xiaoying described at noon.

Fragile, childish.

Ling Mu Bing's face was cold and soft-hearted, and he slowly turned around, and was about to say something, but swallowed it back.

Because Si Mingxu suddenly fell asleep.

She had no choice but to use a spell to flash the big living person to her bed, cover the quilt and return to the living room.

At this time, Ling Suxue had just walked out of the backyard, with a shallow mysterious smile on her face, looking at Ling Mubing, who was a little disheveled, and said slyly: "Sister gave up her bed, where do you plan to sleep at night?" ”

Ling Mubing said lightly while brushing the folds of his hand: "Of course I slept with you." ”

"I don't want to share a bed with you." Lingxue shook her head wistfully.

Ling Mubing's face turned pale: "It's a big deal, I sleep at this table." ”

What a bad day. With a gray mood, she loosely finished the rice in the bowl, if she wasn't hungry, I was afraid that she wouldn't be able to eat a grain of rice. Putting down the chopsticks, there was still a bunch of vegetables left on the plate, only to hear the sound of coughing from the room, obviously Si Mingxu was not so comfortable falling asleep.

Ling Mubing hurriedly left the table and came to the bedroom, looking at Si Mingxu, whose face was full of wine and tears mixed into a cat's face, he went to the backyard to boil a basin of hot water and helped him wipe it carefully.

Ling Suxue sat in the hall while eating, and looked at them quietly, as if she was watching a play. Hehe smirked, hoping that this good show of love and hatred would never stop.

Time passed quickly, and the next day was not dawn, and the silver moon outside the window was still clear.

Si Mingxu woke up from the soft bed and knocked on his painful and tight head, only then did he soberly recall how ridiculous he was yesterday, and hurriedly lifted the quilt and turned over and got out of bed. Suddenly, he touched the futon again, and it was very soft, and he fell back asleep like crazy, taking a deep breath and smelling the faint fragrance of the futon, and secretly happy. I didn't expect me to be so lucky to sleep in Ling Mubing's bed. I don't know if she is also in this bed, although the idea is absurd and unrealistic, his hands still touch the empty space around his body.

Well, she's not there.

She must have slept with Su Xue.

Si Mingxu occupied the soft bed beautifully, stared at the gray ceiling for a long time, and then fell asleep in a coma. When he woke up again, there was no one in the room.

They have already rushed to the Jin'an County Market to sell their goods.

Si Mingxu was a little delighted and regretful at the empty thatched hut. Happy because he slept here all night, obviously Ling Mubing accepted him, and regretted because he overslept and couldn't get up in time to explain everything to her.

So he walked around the room, found paper and pen, wrote down the heartfelt words one by one, and laid them on the neatly folded bed.

By the time the Ling sisters and Han Xiaoying returned home, he had already left.

When Ling Mubing entered the room, he found that there was a foreign object on the bed, so he reached out and twisted the paper covered with black letters, glanced at it roughly, and sighed: "Sour rot!" ”

Han Xiaoying, who has always been curious, has no interest in exploring other people's secrets today, so she only stood at the table and asked coldly, "What is Sister Mu Bing holding in her hand?" ”

Ling Suxue guessed for a while, and then an unfathomable smile rose at the corner of her mouth: "It should be a thank you letter written by Lord Zhizhou to my sister." ”

Han Xiaoying's hand twisting the teapot was stunned: "Thank you letter?" ”

Ling Suxue nodded, and whispered a whisper about the situation where Si Mingxu broke into the house.

Han Xiaoying's dull mood suddenly brightened, put down the teapot and clapped her hands lightly: "Great, Sister Mu Bing didn't struggle with Lord Zhizhou's arms, which means that she still has him in her heart, not ruthless." ”

Ling Suxue was stunned: "Who said that my sister is ruthless?" She is the most knife-mouthed tofu heart in the world! ”

"Yes, yes, yes." Han Xiaoying smirked happily, really didn't understand why she was happier than the two parties.