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The roof of the new wooden house has reserved small gaps for lighting and ventilation. This night, the moonlight poured down and leaked through the cracks, and the moonlight from the window paper made the light in the room hazy.

On this moonlit night when there was no sound except for the sound of frogs and night birds, Chen Qiuniang woke up and saw a person sitting beside the bed in a daze, facing her, as if he was looking at her intently. Because he had his back to the window, his face was hidden in the dark light, and Chen Qiuniang couldn't see clearly.

Her first feeling when she saw this person was not fear, but that she felt really annoying, since she came to this time and space, she found that people in this time and space like to sit and stand in other people's bedrooms in the middle of the night. She had encountered this situation more than once, and although it was commonplace, she still felt that her privacy had been violated, and she felt super uncomfortable.

A lot of things are not unseemly, and I have to sneak into the room in the middle of the night. Didn't the old man in literature class say that in ancient times, more attention was paid to the defense of men and women, and it was taboo for lonely men and widows to live in the same room? What's going on with these people, so keen to run into other people's rooms?

It's annoying. Chen Qiuniang exhaled impatiently, wrapped the thin quilt and turned her back to the man. At the same time, the hand touched the dagger under the pillow. Although the other party wants to harm her, she doesn't have to wait until this time, but holding the dagger to guard against it will also give psychological comfort.

When the man saw her turn over, he couldn't help but let out a "heh" and smiled softly.

Chen Qiuniang covered the quilt and said sullenly: "Your Excellency hasn't slept so late? ”

"Well, I've always been sleepless." The man replied, his voice muffled. It was so low that Chen Qiuniang couldn't even tell who it was.

"I don't think you're lacking sleep, you're lacking education." Chen Qiuniang held the dagger in her hand, wrapped in a thin quilt and turned it over again. The man seemed to have shifted his position again, and the whole person was hidden in the darkness of the light in the room.

"Clever teeth, aren't you afraid that I'm a villain?" His voice was still low, with a slight smile.

"What's wrong with the villain? Bad people won't be allowed to talk? Chen Qiuniang sat up with the quilt, fortunately, she did not have the habit of sleeping naked. She's still wearing a undershirt.

"If you are a villain, if you talk like this, I am afraid that it will anger the other party, but it will be unfavorable to you." The man was very patient, and leaned back against the bed as he spoke.

Chen Qiuniang didn't speak, because this person spoke a little louder, and his voice was a little more normal. She heard this voice as if it was familiar, like Zhang Ci.

"What's wrong? Don't you think I have a point? The man continued.

Chen Qiuniang heard it really clearly this time, although his voice was still deliberately suppressed, she also heard that it was Zhang Ci. She had thought about someone else, and even who had sent her to test her. But she never thought it was Zhang Ci. Because she felt that Zhang Ci was a calm person, although the decision he said on the top of the mountain had surprised her, she didn't think that at this juncture, he would contact her so willfully, and he was still running around in a moment of crisis.

How did he get here? Chen Qiuniang looked at his silhouette in the dark night, could there be something wrong? Or did he just come to see her?

"You're speechless for admiring me, aren't you?" He teased playfully.

Chen Qiuniang only felt that her eyes and nose were all sour, and tears welled up from the bottom of her heart. She took a short deep breath and asked eagerly, "Why are you here?" She asked eagerly.

In the hazy light, she saw that he was stunned by her words. Then, he asked slowly, "Do you hear me?" ”

"Hmm." Chen Qiuniang replied directly.

"Hey, I've learned ventriloquism from the owl. He said to make sure acquaintances couldn't hear it. Zhang Cihui said in a plain voice, and his tone was very regretful. Then, he suddenly asked, "Actually, you see it, you don't hear it, do you?" ”

His expression, movements, and tone were like an innocent child. Chen Qiuniang was speechless at him, sighed, and said, "Didn't you deliberately pretend, and then hide in an unknown place?" How can I tell? ”

"That's right." Zhang Ci nodded, walked out of the unclear light, and the whole person was bathed in moonlight. At this moment, Zhang Ci's hair is not meticulously tied with an ordinary hair crown, nor is it sometimes long hair, but he grabbed his hair at random, and tied a black messy hair like a ponytail with a cloth turban (well, you can see the fashion style of the male protagonist of the major costume films), and he is not wearing a narrow-sleeved gown, nor a robe, but a bit similar to the sack-wearing type.

Chen Qiuniang looked at the thunderous appearance of a generation of handsome guys, couldn't help but laugh out loud, and asked, "My second son, what are you doing here?" ”

"How's my outfit?" Zhang Ci also shamelessly turned around for Chen Qiuniang to admire.

"Very good, very good." Chen Qiuniang covered her mouth, and then asked, "Are you going to stay in the beggar gang and run for the gang leader?" ”

"Oh, you're saying a great idea, I should be able to give it a try. Maybe I'll be a helper. Zhang Ci was in a very good mood and pulled the stool next to him and sat down.

"Seriously, what are you doing dressed up like this?" Chen Qiuniang asked.

"Don't you think that's very-, hey, what are you doing?" Zhang Ci was talking, and suddenly he panicked and turned his face away.

Chen Qiuniang realized that her action of lifting the quilt scared Zhang Ci, but it had already been lifted, and she couldn't help it, so she said in a frank tone: "Take the coat and wear it." ”

"You, you can say it too." Zhang Ci's tone was still a little nervous.

"Say what? I fell asleep in my clothes and pants. Chen Qiuniang said it rightly.

"Well, let's talk about it." Zhang Ci said, head still pinned to the side.

Chen Qiuniang took the coat on the shelf next to her and put it on, and while sealing her waist, she said: "Children of the rivers and lakes, don't be informal." ”

Zhang Ci didn't speak, and he was probably speechless. Chen Qiuniang didn't pay attention to it, got dressed, took a comb to untie the big braids, and said while combing her hair: "It's dressed." ”

Zhang Ci turned his face and saw that she was indeed dressed, so he said very strictly: "Yun'er, you are a woman, don't say anything about the children of the rivers and lakes, don't be informal, that can only be a righteous gentleman like me." In the future, you have to pay attention to this kind of thing, change clothes or something, you can let people go out first. And don't behave casually in front of men, otherwise, men will think that you are frivolous and can be bullied, and they will bully you. ”

Zhang Ci's tone and expression were very strict. Chen Qiuniang wanted to make a joke and liven up the atmosphere. But looking at his expression and tone, I thought that even my grandmother had never warned her or taught her like this before, and she was all about stealing from others, or reading books, or pondering by herself. Now, Zhang Ci is teaching her so seriously, which shows that he really regards her as an important person and takes her to heart.

"Well, I see, thank you, Brother Youqi." Chen Qiuniang replied obediently.

"You're smart, but you're still small. You'll have to pay attention to it later. Not even in front of me, don't talk about other men. You know? Zhang Ci's voice was very soft, and the speed of his speech was very slow, as if he wanted her to remember it firmly.

Chen Qiuniang stood in front of him, nodded, and said, "I will remember." However, will Brother Youqi also think that I was frivolous just now? ”

"Fool, there is nothing to do, you are frank. But others may not think so. Zhang Ci reached out and touched her head, then naturally took her comb and said, "It's not done here, I'll help you." Hey, it's weird, I found that you don't know how to tie your hair, and you don't know how to comb your hair. ”

He pressed Chen Qiuniang to sit on a stool, and he stood to help her comb her hair, Chen Qiuniang was stunned, and he didn't answer that he was a subordinate before. Because this combing was a dream of her girlhood.

In the past, she was also young, and she was also a young man with a young spring, and she thought of a handsome man in the graceful time, in the curling sandalwood, holding a wooden comb to comb the green silk for her, so gentle, so focused, so cherished. Later, when she got older, she just laughed at herself at that time for being stupid and cheesy, and she was poisoned by romance novels, even if it was a man and a woman who loved each other, the man might not be willing to comb the woman's hair.

But although it is not the lingering moment of "lazy to draw Emei and bow your head to make red makeup", but on this moonlit night, this cold and irritable man in ordinary Suli is patiently combing her hair.

For a moment, she only felt a thousand thoughts, and tears fell silently. Zhang Ci didn't know that she was in tears, holding a comb in his hand, and the green silk passed gently between his fingers, and everything was properly sorted out. Then he helped her tie the crown of her hair, and while tying her hair, he laughed, and said, "You should have combed a cute boy's hair at your age, but you have to look so old-fashioned." ”

"I, I'm taller. They all say I look like twelve or thirteen. Chen Qiuniang hurriedly cleared her throat and replied, asking him not to hear her cry.

"But it's actually nine years old." Zhang Ci emphasized.

"Actually, I'm almost eleven years old, and I'm twelve years old. As my grandmother said, when I was taken out of the palace, I deliberately concealed my age in order to hide people's eyes and ears, and staggered the birthday of the deceased princess. Chen Qiuniang replied. In fact, she has always wondered why Chen Qiuniang looks twelve or thirteen years old, even if the child develops faster, it will not be so different, and today Chen Liu's family can be regarded as admitting that she will actually be eleven years old in a few days.

"Okay." Zhang Ci replied a little helplessly.

"Didn't my mother tell you about my birthday?" Chen Qiuniang got up from the stool and asked.

Zhang Ci shook his head and said, "No." ”

The conversation between the two stopped at this point, and suddenly it didn't continue. One sat on the edge of the bed, the other on a stool, staring at each other in the unclear light.

After a long time, Chen Qiuniang remembered what was going on, so she asked, "Why are you here?" ”R1152