Shen Changfeng said lightly: "In the evening, it's better to eat lighter." ”

Nanshuang's face froze.

She glared at Xie Jinci, bit her lower lip and said pitifully: "Is the son blaming the slave for being late?" ”

Shen Changfeng sat back on the bench sideways, smiling gently, "My sister was born like a flower, I can't bear to blame my sister." It's just that my sister always has to understand this principle of coming first and coming first. ”

He swept to the stunned little girl on the side, Yu Yu raised his eyebrows, "What are you doing in a daze?" Do you want your brother and me to eat it with my hands? ”

Xie Jinci smiled brightly, and hurriedly took a pair of chopsticks and held them to him like a treasure.

The young man leisurely picked up a basket of noodles and said softly, word by word: "There are some words, don't let me say them a second time." ”

A fluttering sentence seems to contain a coercion that cannot be underestimated.

It sounded like she was counting Xie Jinci, but Nanshuang felt a chill down her spine, and she felt a chill for no reason.

She settled down, staring at the young man's slightly thin figure, frowning a little in annoyance.

It's just an unfavored fourth son of the Shen Mansion, and she just ...... Can you be afraid?

"Since the fourth prince is determined, the slave and maid will retire first."

She finished speaking in a strange tone, and glanced at Xie Jinci viciously before leaving.

A little girl who has just entered the house, if she wants to be beautiful, she dares to spoil her good deeds!

Out of Ling Heng Courtyard, Nan Shuang threw down the food box in his hand in a hurry, and the haze under his eyes seemed to be quenched with poison.

The food scattered all over the place emitted an enticing aroma.

However, it is mixed with chronic poisonous powder that people can't notice.

Under the hook-like silver moon, the girl with a bright face stepped on the food box and twisted her waist to walk towards Huaide Courtyard.

Nanshuang walked all the way through the corridor and the courtyard, skillfully avoiding the necessary path for the maids and women.

The night was thick, the cold wind was bleak, and the wood hibiscus in Huaide Courtyard was in full bloom.

There are several glass wind lanterns hanging under the spacious house, illuminating the elegant courtyard quite brightly, and the bleak and depressed Ling Heng Courtyard is dwarfed by it.

Nanshuang looked around and made sure that there were no others in the courtyard, so he sneakily walked out of the dark part of the corridor.

She tapped lightly, her eyes like silk.

In the room, in front of the candle-lit bookcase, Shen Tingyi was startled by the knock on the door and sat up straight suddenly.

He shook his hand and quickly closed the yellowed Spring Palace map, sandwiched his mind into a subset of scriptures and histories, grabbed the book and held it in his hand, pretending to be a warm book, then he cleared his throat and said, "Who?" ”

The girl's delicate voice came from outside the door: "The third son, it's a slave maid......

"Frost?"

Shen Tingyi threw away the book in his hand excitedly, and strode over to open the door.

Seeing Nanshuang's delicate face, he immediately pulled the person into his arms and closed the door with a bang.

"Childe ......"

Nanshuang was kissed heavily by Shen Tingyi against the door, and her breath couldn't help but become disordered.

The two were so close to each other that she could even feel the change in the man's lower body.

Shen Tingyi gasped, and with one hand dishonestly ripped off Nanshuang's shirt, and a large piece of white spring light came into view.

He rolled his throat and was about to continue to explore downward, Nan Shuang grabbed his hand, buried his face in his chest, and said coquettishly: "Childe, don't ...... here"

Shen Tingyi smiled, directly hugged the girl to the bed, and bullied her.

The room is full of beauty.

……

Lingheng Hospital.

Xie Jinci sat on the green bamboo bed, holding a maidservant's dress in his hand, and his fawn eyes were a little dull.

The young man in the frost-white shirt wore an embroidered silver crane and looked at the orchid, rummaged through the boxes and cabinets for a while, and found a small indigo porcelain jar, which was thrown over the screen and accurately on the little girl's lap.

Xie Jinci picked up the small porcelain jar, opened it suspiciously, and saw that it was amber-colored clotted fat, crystal clear, and smelled of a faint mint smell.

"Little brother, what is this?"

She looked up, and wondered when the boy had bypassed the screen and sat down on the edge of her bed.

Shen Changfeng took her hand, took some clotted grease from the indigo porcelain jar, sniffed it gently, and thoughtfully, "It's probably still usable." ”

The little girl tilted her head, and heard him say again, "Give me your hand." ”

Xie Jinci was stunned.

Ever since I served the hot sea bowl in the evening, there has been a hot sensation in my palm from time to time, itchy and painful.

Little brother is going to drug her?

Seeing that she didn't move, the young man impatiently grabbed her hand, opened it, and saw that the palm that should have been thin white was now covered with mottled red marks.

"Tsk, my sister is really stupid, she has been scalded like this, and she doesn't say a word, don't you think you are that dead pig, not afraid of boiling water?"

The boy didn't have a good word in his mouth, but he carefully applied the gel to her small palm.

The cool feeling spread in the palm of her hand, and the little girl stared at the appearance of the young man's drooping eyes, and her eyes gradually turned red.

Long

No one has ever been so nice to her.

Shen Changfeng glanced at her casually and chuckled: "I didn't make much effort, why should my sister look like she was being bullied by me?" ”

Although he said this, the movement of applying the medicine to his hand was a little gentle.

Xie Jinci's heart was sour and warm, and the moistness in his eyes was almost overflowing.

The young man was still chattering:

"Xiao Zi'er should be happy, this jar of cream grease is something I don't know how many years ago, if it has no medicinal effect, then you can ask for more blessings, your brother and I can only ......"

The mellow voice came to an abrupt end.

The young man lowered his eyes and looked at the little girl who suddenly threw herself into his arms, and the emotions in Peach Blossom's eyes were inexplicable.

On the carved maple window, the bamboo strips reflecting the warm yellow lights are rustled by the night wind.

The sound of rain came one after another.

Outside the window, the plantains with cold and green colors swayed with the wind and rain, reflecting a faint shadow on the bamboo strip paper.

Xie Jinci clutched Shen Changfeng's frost-white shirt tightly, his little face was buried in his chest, his thin shoulders trembled slightly, and his throat was a suppressed choked sound.

The boy stared at the flickering shadow in the window, and sighed softly.

He raised his hand and stroked the little girl's thin back, patting it rhythmically, without saying anything comforting.

The little girl of seven or eight years old is a carefree age, but his little words are very well-behaved and sensible.

is not from a poor background, but can make delicious Yangchun noodles, obviously can't do laundry, but stubbornly squatting in front of the tub without flinching.

Even when he was injured, he endured it silently.

And he just applied medicine for her, so she was moved to look like this.

It can be seen how unbearable her previous life was.

Outside the window, the rain continued, and the little girl in her arms sobbed from sobbing to crying.

The boy always hugged her weak body tightly.

……

On the bookcase, the candlestick is about to burn out, making a clattering sound.

The firelight jumped a few times, and the room was plunged into darkness.

Shen Changfeng lowered his head, listened to the sound of the girl in his arms breathing evenly and long, and rubbed her bud helplessly.

"My sister has a big heart, and she can fall asleep when she cries so sadly."

He whispered, slowly laid the little girl flat on the green bamboo bed, stripped off her coat, and pulled the brocade quilt over her to cover her.

As soon as the little girl was wearing the quilt, she turned over comfortably, her arms were greatly exposed, and the jade bracelet on her delicate wrist was clear.

The young man stared at the jade bracelet, and the fog in the peach blossom eyes was heavy.

Like this boundless night, deep and dark.

The next day, when Xie Jinci woke up, he saw the familiar green gauze tent again.

She came out of the quilt and embroidered the pillow with a ivory-white maidservant dress neatly stacked on the side.

The little girl raised her eyes, and through the screen of Hanmei Lixue, she could vaguely glimpse the brocade quilt rising on the bed.

Last night, the little brother drugged her, and she couldn't help but think of her deceased father and mother, and she cried so ugly.

Thinking of this, she lowered her head and rubbed her cheeks, a little surprised.

"Xiao Zi'er woke up, but he stayed on the bed and refused to get up, and he would say hello to the old lady later, if you go late, be careful that I will deduct your monthly money."

A clear voice came from the other end of the screen, Xie Jinci was startled, and hurriedly grabbed his dress and put it on his body.

"I didn't stay in bed!"

The neatly dressed little girl, poking out half of her little head from behind the screen, stuck out her tongue at the boy on the bed, and ran happily to fetch water.

When she returned, the young man in the frost-white shirt was lying lazily on the bed with Erlang's legs crossed, staring at her with a smile.

The little girl frowned and said seriously: "Isn't the little brother going to ask for peace?" If you go late, just blame the little brother for lying in bed by himself! ”

Shen Changfeng hooked his finger at her, "Come here." ”

Xie Jinci walked to his bed with a small face, "What are you doing?" ”

"Look here."

The boy pointed to his chest.

I saw that on the frost-white middle coat, there was a light amber color printed on that place, and there were traces left after the tears and snot dried up.

The little girl was stunned.

The young man looked at her with a smile, his peach blossom eyes were full of water, and even the cinnabar at the end of his eyes seemed to have a little smile.

Xie Jinci's face flushed, and he turned his head and went to the wardrobe to find a clean set of middle clothes.

She put her middle coat on the side of the boy's pillow, lowered her head and took a few steps back, and stammered: "I didn't mean to stain my little brother's clothes last night, I, I just ...... Anyway, I, I'll wash it clean! ”

Shen Changfeng supported his cheeks with his hands and slowly sat up, so that he could look at her for a long time.

The little girl of seven or eight years old, wearing a tooth-white Luo skirt, covered with light apricot red half arms, and two round buds on her head, looked very pleasing.

The skin is white and tender, the thin eyebrows are curved, and the lightly pursed pink lips are like peach blossoms.

Especially the pair of moist and dark round eyes, clean as washing, without a trace of impurities.

The boy hooked his lips silently, "The hand is outstretched." ”

Xie Jinci hurriedly did so.

She spread out her hands, only to see that the palm lines on the thin white palms were shallow and delicate, and there were no red marks anymore.

Shen Changfeng raised his chin, "Put the cream grease on the bookcase, you take it and apply it again." ”

Xie Jinci turned his head to look, and sure enough, he saw the small indigo porcelain jar standing quietly on the corner of the table.

Her heart warmed, a smile bloomed on her face, and she happily took the small porcelain jar and sat back on the green bamboo bed to apply the medicine carefully.

The amber gel is applied to the palm of the hand, and there is an immediate feeling of coolness and comfort, and you can faintly smell the faint mint aroma.

The little girl didn't know what to think, and looked at the small porcelain jar thoughtfully.

The indigo porcelain jar is bright in color, and it is seven or eight percent new, which is clearly not what the little brother said many years ago.

What else do you say that it has no medicinal effect, and you are blessed!

Duplicity little brother!

She held the porcelain jar and snorted softly, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.