Zheng Ruoyi was sad for a while, and shouted loudly: "Qinglan, won't you go with me?" ”

Qinglan finally stopped what she was doing and looked.

Zheng Ruoyi seemed to have confidence, her face was full of pain, and she seemed to be sorry for her if Qinglan had done something.

"You're busy with your embroidery, and you've snubbed your dear best friend!"

Best friend, close friend in the boudoir, Qinglan understands this meaning, but the word "kiss" in front of me sounds weird and embarrassed.

So she deliberately said, "Then Qinglan and Miss go together?" ”

So saying, she put down her needle and thread, and stood up.

Zheng Ruoyi was dumbfounded, "That, this...... Uh......"

She hurriedly wanted to make an excuse, and looked at Qinglan with a playful look, but she didn't know that Qinglan did it on purpose.

Thinking about it, not long before her birthday, Qinglan found an excuse to act separately from her.

At this time, Qinglan was about to be born, and she looked sneaky, and the other party didn't know that she was preparing a surprise for her birthday gift.

But she felt left out again, so she deliberately came up and said.

So Zheng Ruoyi stomped her feet angrily, and her fair and smooth face was swollen red.

"Okay, I'll act alone, your dear best friend told you to stay at home obediently, and come back to accompany you when she's busy!"

Qinglan laughed, and Zheng Ruoyi fled as soon as she turned around.

In this way, on the day of Qinglan's birthday, today was originally going to cook a sumptuous dinner like Zheng Ruoyi's birthday.

But Zheng Ruoyi didn't know how to cook in his past and present lives, and the only thing he had was to make instant noodles.

Qinglan prepared the ingredients, but Zheng Ruoyi felt that it was her birthday, and there was no need for the birthday star to cook a good meal for the two of them.

So the two of them made longevity noodles together.

Although Zheng Ruoyi rolled up her sleeves to help, she was in a hurry, and the noodles were officially cooked.

When the noodles were almost good, Zheng Ruoyi sneaked out on tiptoe.

When Qinglan walked out of the kitchen with hot noodles, she saw a few small candles on the table.

Zheng Ruoyi sat upright on the low chair, and the yellow candle reflected her beautiful face.

Qinglan gently put down the noodles, then turned around and took out two pairs of dishes and chopsticks from the kitchen, feeling the skirt being pulled, she sat down with the subtle strength.

Zheng Ruoyi carried a small bench, and the two were close to each other.

"Shall we sing Happy Birthday?" Zheng Ruoyi asked softly.

Qinglan doesn't know what this means, it's not that she doesn't know the happy birthday song, she has already sung it on her last birthday.

It was this time that all the other candles were blown out, and a few were lit on this table, and he had to lower his voice and speak as if he had entered someone else's house.

But she still lowered her voice, "Listen to Miss." ”

In this way, the two clapped their palms lightly and sang together, Qinglan was puzzled, but they still blew out the candle according to Zheng Ruoyi's reminder.

But in an instant, the house was pitch black, and the fragrance of noodles became stronger and stronger.

In the dark, the two of them stared at each other, and Zheng Ruoyi whispered in annoyance: "Blowing out the candle doesn't mean that the light will be lit up with a hand and a tap, how can this be done?" ”

What can I do?

Naturally, he stood up in the dark, found the fire fold, and then lit the candle that had not been blown out for a long time.

Under the firelight, Qinglan looked at Zheng Ruoyi with a dejected look, she sat down, and looked at each other quietly without speaking.

Sure enough, her young lady soon became happy again, holding a small red carton with two palms in her treasure-like hands, and opened it carefully.

Qinglan took it, and saw that there was a silver hairpin inside, the slender hairpin body was a flower stem entangled, and a daffodil hairpin was very exquisitely made.

"Daffodils are simple and beautiful, and the flower language has auspicious and beautiful meanings." Zheng Ruoyi said softly.

"Qinglan, I'll bring it to you." She took the hairpin that was held by Qinglan's hands.

Qinglan raised the corners of her mouth and lowered her head as she said.

This is like a smile on her chin, and the faint and warm red candlelight seems to reveal a layer of light red veil to her.

Juanxiu's facial features have become bright and delicate.

Zheng Ruoyi listened to her heartbeat, and solemnly and carefully put her hairpin in a bun.

Immediately, when Qinglan raised her head while stroking her hair, she hung her head in a slightly wet palm, and took out the wrapped picture scroll from the side.

The two of them have different reasons, and their hearts are a little uneasy.

After calming down, looking at each other, the corners of the mouth couldn't help but turn up and have a tacit understanding of each holding one end of the picture scroll, slowly unfolding.

In the flickering firelight, among the thousands of purple and red flowers, the beautiful woman on the picture scroll is wearing a fluffy skirt that can't understand the wide and falling to the ground, but it is very beautiful.

He wore a flower crown on his head, and his hair was loose and supple around his neck and hung down on his chest.

She is a beautiful woman who looks like she is noble and gentle.

Qinglan looked at Zheng Ruoyi softly, and said softly: "Is this also Qinglan in Miss's mind?" ”

Zheng Ruoyi's eyes were wandering and she didn't look directly at Qinglan, and nodded hurriedly, her heart was intertwined with joy and nervousness, and she only heard the person in front of her sigh softly.

"Miss draws really well, Qinglan is stupid, and can't say anything good...... And I'm not like the people on the scroll......"

Seeing that Zheng Ruoyi wanted to speak when she opened her mouth, Qinglan shook her head and said in a low voice:

"The blue in Miss's mind is like this, but the real blue is not the blue in Miss's mind.

The real blue is just a slave. ”

So how could it be possible to wear such a noble costume.

Zheng Ruoyi pinched one end of the picture scroll, blaming herself for wanting to surprise Qinglan, but it was too detached from reality.

Qinglan, who was smiling in the blooming flowers in a princess dress, was what she imagined, thinking that she was the most beautiful in the world, but she ignored Qinglan's feelings.

What's the use of what she thinks is good?

It must be blue and feel for yourself!

Zheng Ruoyi lowered her head and said sadly: "Qinglan, I'm sorry, I ......"

"Miss, don't crumple the scroll."

Qinglan said, slowly stroking away the hand she was holding on to the scroll.

Zheng Ruoyi raised her eyes to look at her.

Qinglan smiled at her: "The painting is really good, this is given to Qinglan by Miss, Qinglan has to be taken away."

So Rong Qinglan is disrespectful, even if it's a young lady, you can't break it! ”

Zheng Ruoyi's gloomy depression between her eyebrows disappeared in an instant, and she nodded happily again and again.

Qinglan said again: "Then let's eat noodles, Miss be careful not to bite off, let's eat together, we made it together." ”

Zheng Ruoyi's happy eyes bent into crescents, her smile was sweet and bright, and when she listened to the blue "we", she felt like she had eaten honey.

The two lowered their heads, ate noodles, and raised their eyes to look at each other when their cheeks were sour, and they felt that this noodle was so long!

After cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, Qinglan took off her apron, and Zheng Ruo stepped forward as expected, and gently tugged her sleeves with two fingertips.

Qinglan looked at her sideways, and heard her say, "Qinglan, I want to sleep with you~"

Qinglan frowned slightly, and when she had two more incomes, she slowly added some furniture and daily necessities.

I got acquainted with the eunuch who was in charge of delivering things, and the other party was not a vicious person, so I brought a few pieces of wood.

With the help of Mama Chen, they made a small wooden bed and put it in the inner room.

Since then, the two have slept separately, and now they can't sleep together if it's winter.

But on weekdays, slaves and maids and masters ......

If Qinglan wanted to refuse, she couldn't say anything about Zheng Ruoyi's bright apricot eyes full of anticipation.

But she still tried to say: "Now that the weather is getting hotter and hotter, I'm afraid that no one can sleep comfortably when we sleep together." ”

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