It was cool to change the tone for a while, and the crematorium was changed.

After subconsciously agreeing, Shi Qingran turned his head, looked at the large piles of medicinal herbs, the whole person stiffened into a huge mallet, and glanced blankly at the charred black casseroles piled up into small hills at his feet, and suddenly felt a little worried about the one in his palm.

Yin Xiaoqi pretended not to see her stubborn face full of embarrassment, and after nodding, he sat down slowly and methodically - that style was somewhat similar to His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan's usual virtues for no reason, and his eyelids jumped when he saw it.

While following the recipe taught by Yin Mingzhi in her memory, she pulled the herbs into the casserole, and at the same time took a moment to free up a little thought, and decided to buy a pack of white sugar cakes for Yin Xiaoqi later, and discuss with this young man, whether she can learn Song Yuchen's way with every move.

She could easily slip out from under the man's nose for a while, and she didn't want to be weighed down by his countless shadows in his absence even in this precious leisure time.

Speaking of which, Shi Qingran admittedly thinks that Yin Xiaoqi is good everywhere, smart and straightforward and cute, so that people can't help but like it very much, the only drawback is that he is too studious, and he is just studious, and he learns quickly.

Not long after he came to Wangcheng, he learned the local accent on the street corners and alleys to be ten out of ten, and took the eighth brother to drill into the messy flower drum smoke and rain building all day long, and after only three or two days, he brought back a rouge fragrance and a mouthful of fragrant whispers under the bed, and he spoke skillfully.

After knowing Song Yuchen's true identity, he not only did not feel panicked at all, but showed a strong interest, as if he recognized that His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan was unusual, so he quietly observed and imitated him - the bad is too quiet.

By the time Shi Qingran reacted, Yin Xiaoqi had already become this virtue, his eyebrows were raised, his fingers were clenched into fists and his waist was straightened, and he was a unique copy of the king of Zhennan.

Thinking of this, Shi Qingran casually put the casserole on the fire, and with a bit of a headache, he took out a hand to wipe it on the corner of his forehead.

Half an hour later, Yin Xiaoqi approached the casserole whose fate was unpredictable but mostly ill-fated, and gritted his teeth and said, "This is the last one, if this time again-"

Shi Qingran hurriedly interrupted his words, squeezing out his eyes full of watery sincerity, "No, you believe me again this time." ”

After a slight pause, she weighed it for a moment, and the gentle words that she had never learned to be like even three points slid out of her lips and tongue familiarly, "Xiao Qi, thank you for teaching me, can you and the master go back to the building to eat geese at night?" ”

She tugged at the cuff with one hand, turned half sideways, and with the other hand made a momentum that as long as Yin Xiaoqi nodded, she could now feel a bulging purse.

It turns out that the set that Song Yuchen usually coaxes her to use is also somewhat useful.

Yin Xiaoqi was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and Fang Cai's anger seemed to change in an instant and flow away with this flattering word, and he didn't know whether it was because of Shi Qingran's shaky hypocritical smile or because of her spring-like tone.

He snorted—unimposingly, as if helpless," and then turned his head to lift the lid of the casserole.

After only one glance, he re-fastened the lid with a "bang", the green tendons on his forehead jumped, and his face sank into the bottom of Zhang Junxiu's pot, "Small-nine!" ”

Shi Qingran sighed and thought about it for a while, and the scene of Song Yuchen's slender and cold fingers slowly walking up along her belt flashed in front of him, thinking a little preoccupied, and he accidentally noticed that the face of the young man next to him had changed, and it had become too much, almost boiling.

After a few more seconds, she finally realized that some of the anger that had reached the tip of her nose was already on her nose, and she raised her hand in a heartfelt manner, "Let's get it, the sugar cake is finished, you can go out and buy some more back-"

to plug the mouth of this young overly and irritable little master.

Lang'er couldn't even wait for her to finish saying this sentence and got up unbearably, she felt that she must have owed her hapless young lady a lot of money in her last life.

When she didn't need to urge Qingran again, she dragged her body into a straight thin bamboo pole, and her slender waist twisted "hula", and she quickly shook out of the door, with a face full of lovelessness. She simply wouldn't want to come back if she could.

"Unlucky" took the corner of his eye and looked to the side, just in time to see Yin Xiaoqi directly copied the casserole from the fire - the young man seemed to not feel hot at all, and his two white jade-like fingers were holding the black pot, like a piece of dirty dust, and he gently threw the casserole with at least ten catties towards the corner of the yard.

The casserole made a clumsy spin in the air, and with a "clang" it slammed into a similar species that looked no different from it, and the black dregs of the medicine were dumped to the ground.

The two casseroles are all black from the inside out, chubby and chubby, like a pair of abandoned children's eyes, pitiful and cute.

"Are you refining antidote or poison?" The young man jumped up violently along with the green tendons on his forehead, and the remaining sweet taste of the white sugar cake was torn apart by the strange smell that came to his face.

On the edge of the casserole, there was a patch of green grass with a straight waist, and it was lush and green, but at this moment, as if in response to his words, they fell to the ground one after another, like a reed bent by the wind—the only difference was that the name of the reed should be called beautiful, and the situation before him was clearly murder.

Shi Qingran pretended not to see the green corpse on the ground, walked back and forth a few steps with a very serious expression, and said absentmindedly, "What, hey, practice makes perfect, maybe it's because you haven't practiced enough, or again-"

As she spoke, she stretched out a hand to tug at the corner of the boy's coat.

"Who wants to 're' with you!" Yin Xiaoqi shook off her hand without hesitation, retracted back to Yin Mingzhi's side almost collapsed, and buried his head in the arms of his master, like a small beast that had been hit hard, full of inseparable anger and indescribable confusion mixed together, "Master, the apprentice is not filial, and you will lead your apprentice to the crooked road." ”

Yin Mingzhi smiled slightly, and wanted to cover up the authenticity, "Actually, it's still a bit of progress, hmm-look, at least the weird smell isn't as strong as it was at the beginning, right?" Xiao Qi, be patient and do it again. ”

Yin Xiaoqi was silent, and he was determined to play such a willful role, and no one could coax him.

After waiting for a while and not waiting for his response, Yin Mingzhi raised her eyes and looked at Shi Qingran - she was a little at a loss by Yin Xiaoqi's temperamental appearance, and she was so nervous that she almost rubbed the corners of her clothes.