As soon as she walked into the palace of Qingqiu's guests the next day, Su Wangge saw Ning Ying take a quick look at her, and lowered her head guiltily.

Su Wangge walked over, knocked on his head, and said, "What's wrong?"

Ning Ying said sullenly, "Mother, I'm sorry"

Su Wangge smiled quite amiably, and at first glance, he looked quite like a mother, "What's there?

"But ......" Ning Ying still wanted to say something, but Su Elegy stuffed a candy and forgot what to say.

"Eat a piece of candy, don't think about it," Su said Elegy.

Ning Ying peeled off the candy wrapper, and there was a white sugar in it. Throw away the candy wrapper and throw the sugar in your mouth, and the sweetness spreads into your mouth.

Ning Ying asked, "When did my mother buy the candy?"

When Su Wangge heard his question, his movements as he turned around stiffened slightly.

When did you buy it? It's been a long time.

Qinghe likes to eat candy, and he especially likes to cry, like a little crying bag.

If you don't practice well, you have to cry.

When you are bullied, you have to cry.

was scolded by her and wanted to cry.

She was told that she couldn't get married, and she wanted to cry.

......

Once he cried again, she just had a candy in her pocket, so she gave it to him, and he put away the "rushing" tears for the first time.

Later, she often carried a small packet of candy to prevent him from crying.

Later, when he was older, he stopped crying, but he would still ask her for candy, and she kept the habit of carrying candy with her. Once this habit was formed, I couldn't throw it away for so many years.

Sometimes the sugar has melted away, and no one has touched it. But she still maintained the habit of bringing sugar, and she always felt that her little apprentice was still behind her...... And she asked for sugar.

"Before", a perfunctory answer, sat in his seat, and poured a cup of tea in his soul.

"Huh, my mother can see it? Didn't Uncle Shi say that my mother's poison will not be good for ten days and half a month?" Ning Ying finished eating the candy in his mouth, and it was a little strange to see his mother look so vigorous.

"I don't know, it's all right all of a sudden, maybe God can't bear to let me suffer" Su Elegy began to make up serious nonsense again.

"I've prepared the food, it's time to eat" Qing Xuan leaned against the door as if she had suddenly appeared, interrupting the conversation between the two.

Su Wangge collected the soul that was a little "messy" because he remembered Qinghe's incident, and gave him a blank look, "How can you say it like feeding livestock?"

"If you don't see yourself as an animal, I can't help it"

Su Elegy: ......

She couldn't hold back the song that wanted to kill the ghost!!

Su Elegy mobilized her cultivation in this life and tried to maintain her elegance as the peak master of Yunqing Peak.

Su Wangge said lightly: "With such a big land, is there a place to put books?"

"You want to read?" Qing Xuan asked.

"Hmm" took a sip of tea, and Su Elegy replied.

"Come with me, I'll lead you," he said, turned around and walked out.

Su Wangge followed him to a palace, pushed the door in, and was greeted by the strong smell of books and neatly stacked books.

Su Wangge raised his hand and touched his eyebrows, and sighed: "Tsk, why don't you go and sell books? Where did you go to grab this book?"

Too lazy to answer Su Elegy's boring questions, Qing Xuan said casually, "Take a look for yourself, you can take away any book you like"

Su Elegy was happy, "Then can I take it all?"

Qingqiu: ......

"What do you say?"

"That's it"

"Please go out, Su Elegy and robbers are not welcome in this library"

"People are joking with you, why are you so serious?"

Qingqiu: ......

After walking a few laps, Su Wangge picked out a few books that were pleasing to the eye and walked out, and said to Qing Xuan, who was sitting there like an uncle: "That's it, let's go, eat."

Qing Xuan got up, walked out behind Su Elegy, closed the door, and walked with her.

Holding the red bead in his hand, he slowly spoke: "Aren't you already a baby, why do you still think about eating it every day?"

As Su Wangge walked, he casually flipped through the book in his hand and said, "You don't need to eat it, but it's not that you can't eat it, so why don't you eat it?"

When Qing Xuan heard this, he felt that it seemed to make sense, so he didn't bother to speak again.

Sitting down at the dinner table, Su Wangge waited for Shen Qinghan to bring the meal to her like a "disabled".

After picking up a few mouthfuls of rice and looking down at the book a few more times, Shen Qinghan said while putting vegetables in her bowl when he saw this: "Put the book away first, and then read it after eating"

Su Elegy turned a few more pages like "ignoring it" before responding: "Hmm"

"Poof" Suddenly, all the rice in Su Elegy's mouth squirted out, "cough, cough", and then coughed violently a few times.

The three of them all looked at each other suspiciously, Su Wangge ignored the puzzled eyes of the three of them, quickly stuffed the book back into Qing Xuan's arms, and said with a strange expression: "Can you put away such a profound book?"

Qing Xuan had just taken a sip of soup, and he didn't swallow half of the soup left, and before he could deal with the remaining half of the soup, he opened the book that was stuffed by Su Elegy.

"Poof" In the next moment, Qing Xuan's half of the soup was honored to see the light again.

In the next moment, the book in his hand was shattered and scattered sparsely.

The paper is not completely broken, and you can vaguely glimpse the contents on it, and the clothes are not attached, tightly attached, and entangled.

Shen Qinghan and Ning Ying both looked down, and Su Wangge helplessly supported his forehead.

Su Elegy said in his heart: Damn, mentally retarded.

Shen Qinghan looked quite normal on the surface, but his eyebrows were slightly raised upward. Ning Ying was different, and said it without giving face.

"Oh my God, your lord, you still read this kind of book? and wrapped it in such a serious bookcase, is the king lonely?"

Qing Xuan's face was black, and there was a faint storm of anger on his face.

"Shut up, it's not mine," Qing Miao said coldly.

Qing Xuan's words only had the effect of "there is no silver three hundred taels here", so the three of them looked at him with an expression of "everyone is an adult, we understand".

Qing Xuan was very angry, and roared: "What kind of eyes do you have? It's really not mine, isn't it yours?"

Ning Ying hurriedly shook his head, "How could it be mine, Wang Shangtu was in a hurry to bite people"

Qing Xuan slapped the table and stood up, scolded "You are the rabbit" and walked out angrily, leaving the three of them looking at each other.

Su Wangge glared at Ning Ying, "You see you just can't speak, you say it's yours and you won't die, look, make this ancestor angry, coax him away"

Ning Ying lowered her head and thought for a while, and suddenly understood, raised her index finger and said: "I remember, this book is not from the king, it was a friend of the king who asked me to give it to him, but I forgot it later, so I stuffed it directly into the king's library." Originally, I thought that the king would go there every once in a while, and he should be able to see it, but I didn't expect him to find it until now when I put it in such a conspicuous place."

"Is he reading very slowly? I doubt when he will see so many books? He is not happy to let him give me a few more," Su Wangge said after taking a bite of his meal and said slowly.

Ning Ying said: "The king is slow to read, he reads the book word by word, and when he sees a good place, he has to mark it, how hard it is"

Su Elegy asked, "Then how long does it take for him to finish reading a book?"

Ning Ying replied: "It's been a long time, the shortest will be a month."

Su said in an elegy: "It's been so long, I can sometimes finish a book in a day."

Ning Ying applauded, "My mother is so powerful"

Shen Qinghan on the side really couldn't listen to it anymore, and coughed a few times, "Ahem, what you were just discussing was the topic of whose book was it and not who reads it faster, right?"

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