Chapter 196: Rare Warmth

Chang'an's face suddenly turned red to the base of his neck, his lips pursed, and he carefully looked at Xian Chen's face, and then said with some grievance: "Xian Xian, I know now, in fact, you don't have to be so loud." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

Then he quickly looked up at Xianchen, and quickly lowered his head, which was like a little daughter-in-law.

Xianchen was made to cry and laugh by his series of actions, and he wanted to get angry but couldn't, so he had to give up.

Chang An moved his body to the place where Xian Chen's face was opposed, then looked at Xian Chen and said, "Xian Qian, you ...... That one...... Do you need me to buy it for you? I guess you shouldn't have one, right? That, if you need it, just tell me, and I'll ...... Oh no, I'll let the darkness go...... Buy. ā€

Xianchen didn't understand what Chang'an meant at first, until he heard the back, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Chang An kept looking at Xianchen's expression, and saw that her face was getting worse and worse, and her voice became smaller and quieter, until she couldn't hear it.

"No need~" Xianchen gritted his teeth and said this, and the two seemed to be back to before.

As for these things that happened in the middle, one deliberately did not mention it, and the other deliberately chose to forget it temporarily.

Chang'an suddenly walked out of the room, and Xian Chenxin felt a large empty piece.

Although the face is still stinky, if you look closely, you can still develop the face of the fine dust is red.

After a while, the door opened again, and it was Chang'an.

It seems that he still has something in his hand, and he looks cautious, for fear that it will fall to the ground.

"Xian Xian, I just went to ask the proprietress, she said that if the girl is in a bad pain these days, it is not enough to just drink hot water, and she has to drink some of this. So I'm going to boil brown sugar water for you, and you can drink it." ā€

Chang'an is like a child offering treasures, as soon as he sees the dust, his eyes are bent into the moon.

Coupled with the purple eyes, it simply made Xianchen stunned inside.

When the others approached, Xian Chen took the bowl, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Did you boil it?"

Chang'an hurriedly waved his hand, "No, it's not." Where would I do this? It's the boss lady, she's good, she's boiled for you. ā€

Xianchen grabbed Chang'an's hand, "What about the hand?" What's going on? You boiled it, right? Ann. ā€

Chang An wanted to withdraw his hand, but Xian Chen's hand grabbed him tightly, and at that moment, I don't know what was going on, Chang An didn't do that.

His head was lowered, "Slim, drink quickly." I'll admit it, that's the first time I've been in the kitchen, and I don't have much experience, so I'm a little clumsy, and I burned my hands, it's okay, I'll be fine in two days. ā€

Speaking of this, Chang'an suddenly raised his head again, and his bright eyes looked at the fine dust, which seemed to carry the starlight in the sky.

Under Chang'an's gaze, Xianchen drank the brown sugar water in it to a trickle, and suddenly felt a little like crying, it was the first time he had drunk such a delicious brown sugar water.

Looking at Xian Chen's expression that he was obviously about to cry, Chang An messed up, "Xian Xian, you ...... Don't cry, am I too hard to drink? But no, I just drank it, and it tastes okay. Could it be that it was burned? Stick your tongue out and I'll show you! ā€

Chang'an said that he wanted to open Xianchen's mouth and take a look, which made Xianchen cry and laugh.

Wave away the sour feeling in my heart that is similar to touching and a little pretentious, and smile again.

"No, it's delicious. An An, do you have ointment in your room? The kind of medicine that can heal burns or something? Xianchen asked.

"Yes, are you hurt somewhere? I'll let the dark go over and get it right away. Chang'an didn't wait for Xian Chen's reaction, and began to shout outside: "Dark One, go and bring the gold sore medicine in my room, hurry up."

Dark One was urged by the urgency in Chang'an's tone, and in just a few steps, he almost fell because he was in a hurry.

Chang'an took the medicine and gave it to Xian Chen, but saw that Xian Chen grabbed his hand, carefully smeared the medicinal powder on the back of his hand, and then gently wrapped it in gauze, and finally tied a beautiful knot.

The whole process is like treating a work of art, his eyes are sincere and precious, and he can't help but make his eyes red.

I couldn't bear to destroy this rare warmth, so I went out quietly, anxious but couldn't help thinking: "Great, the young master and Miss Xianchen have finally reconciled, so that their subordinates will have a better life." I saw the young master's expression just now is too gentle, this is good, this is good, the young master will finally not treat everyone with such a cold attitude, it is simply sacrificing Miss Xianchen alone, fulfilling our secret guard everyone! ā€

Dark thought unkindly, but the atmosphere in the room took a turn for the worse after the bandaging was finished.

"The monarch can go back, the fine dust is much better now, thank you for the brown sugar water boiled by the monarch himself, the fine dust is inscribed."

Xian Chen's face changed suddenly, and Fang Cai's worries were all gone, as if that person was just an illusion of Chang'an, only existing in his own imagination.

For the current situation, Chang'an is completely confused by the second monk, but as proud as he is, how can he tolerate others treating him like this?

"The empress is really joking, this king has been busy for so long, is it difficult to get a thank you from the empress? I'm afraid this king is not so cheap. ā€

Chang'an hugged his arms, his gentle color faded, and his face turned back to indifference like ice.

"What else does the monarch want? You might as well say it, Xianchen knows how to express his gratitude! Xianchen asked helplessly.

"It's very simple, this king doesn't want much." Chang'an suddenly approached Xianchen, and in the stunnedness of Xianchen, he kissed Xianchen's lips with great precision.

The red lips were slightly cool, and there was the sweet fragrance of brown sugar water, and Chang'an quickly stayed away from the fine dust before he became angry.

Stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, that look of unfinished business, looking at the delicate dust.

"It's so sweet!" Chang'an's tone was frivolous, and he smiled like a cat that had stolen a fish.

Xianchen took the pillow on the bed, and as soon as he threw it out, Chang'an slipped out with a beautiful dodge, leaving the pillow to beat weakly on the door panel, and then slid down without interest.

Chang'an laughed, and the laughter pierced the entire sky.

Obviously, it was such a good moment, but some people were not interested, "Young Master, Lan Weishu, who you asked your subordinates to stare at before, didn't move, but that Qin Tong was already under the inn, shouting for the young master to hand over Miss Xianchen." ā€

Chang'an's smile suddenly froze at the corner of his lips, and after a while, he re-drew a light smile, which made the frightened secret guards who came to deliver the news even more frightened.

"It's just in time, let this king go and meet him. Block the wind, and make sure you don't let Slim hear it. Do you understand? Chang'an swept over the people waiting in front of the door. (To be continued.) )