Song Yuchen glanced at her, and every strand of hair silently expressed his doubt.

He can't reveal his identity, so naturally he can't teach her a lesson with the commanding shelf he usually has.

Shi Qingran's face was silent, and he crackled the abacus in his heart.

After calculating how he couldn't attack, Shi Qingran calmed down and seized this little opportunity to hurry in.

Song Yuchen lifted his eyelids and looked at him lukewarmly, a look that was delicate and long by him, and it was stained with some extra ruthlessness, cutting through the air and suddenly.

Shi Qingran immediately stopped smiling and straightened his back.

At the critical moment, the butcher came over, "Little brother, don't be angry first, you little guy didn't talk nonsense, we are like this here, you can't get a carriage on the road, you are from Wangcheng, it's normal not to know, just don't blame him." ”

This is really the first human word Qingran has heard from this butcher's mouth in such a long time!

Shi Qingran was grateful, and looked up to look at him, but met Song Yuchen's eyes.

His expression was still faint, with an almost cold silence, as if he was really angry, and as if he was completely out of the matter, and everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.

On the contrary, Shi Qingran was uncontrollable and the ground was hot, and the deep chest cavity was just a little messy because of the trotting all the way, and it was a little faster at this moment.

"What did Brother Tai say?" Song Yuchen stopped looking at her, showed a false smile at the butcher, and then raised his steps indifferently.

He didn't seem to care, and he didn't seem to see it, when he passed by Shi Qingran's side, his expression had returned to a clear and serious manner, and he even nodded at her very gently, "It's hard." ”

Shi Qingran really wanted to learn from his usual appearance, first raised his eyebrows, and then pretended to shake his head casually, it would be better if he could say a few polite words.

But at this moment, she seemed to have a big mouthful of water in her mouth, and she gurgled for a long time, only barely spitting out a few words, "It should be, hmm......"

Suddenly, Song Yuchen paused, his body suddenly softened most of the time, tilted to the side, and smashed straight towards Shi Qingran.

Shi Qingran was shocked, he never expected that there would be such an accident, he even forgot to hide, and instinctively stretched out his hand to help him.

The man was held up.

His strong bones rested firmly on her shoulders, but they didn't sink.

He was as tall as a man, as light as a piece of paper.

Shi Qingran was wondering, and couldn't help but ask, "Are you—"

Halfway through the words, Song Yuchen didn't look at it, and chuckled coldly, but his fingers pinched a corner of her clothes accurately, and also caught her a few fingers along the corners of her clothes.

Shi Qingran's mind exploded with a "boom", and the crackling sparks flew up and down dragging their tails, and the second half of the sentence was washed away by the heat wave along with the few points of useless reason.

He was close to her ear, his voice was slightly hot, and his breathing was sometimes light and heavy, and he brushed it one after another, and it was extremely restrained.

Then His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan smiled softly at this little bit of restraint, and said gently, "I'll clean you up when I go back." ”

Shi Qingran, "......"

Princess Zhennan, who had already been sentenced to fate, instantly became melancholy, and her slightly proud mood turned around.

The butcher had already walked to the donkey cart, and when he turned around, he saw that the little white-faced boy had almost fallen, and quickly shouted with concern, "Oh, what's the matter, little brother?" ”

Song Yuchen stood up straight as lightning fast, and Yun Qingfeng smiled lightly, "It's okay, it's just a trip." ”

The butcher rubbed his blurry drunken eyes and looked at the road under his feet.

No, this road is so neatly paved, the stone bricks are bitten tightly, not even an ant can be stuffed, and the flat is comparable to the oily and slippery whetstone slab in my own home, how can I stumble on such a road?

It seems that he is really not in good health, and his steps are also vain.

Thinking of this, the sympathy in the butcher's heart deepened a little.

After the threat was over, His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan continued to walk forward with his breezy and moonlit little white face, walking unhurriedly and leisurely.

The simple cloth clothes were put on him, and he inexplicably carried a feeling of fairy fluttering.

The hem of his shirt was slightly blown by the wind, like a white splash on the surface of a calm, clear stream.

He walked forward in a dignified manner, rubbing Shi Qingran's shoulders with a graceful demeanor, with a dignified and gentle expression, like a rich child who was going out to enjoy the flowers in the spring.

Shi Qingran thought that if an ordinary person saw it at this time, he would not have guessed that he was approaching with such a sacred expression, and it was a donkey cart or a dilapidated donkey cart that was approaching step by step.

Princess Zhennan, who hadn't had time to finish her emotion, lifted her eyelids and was about to follow, when she raised her foot and saw a look of "broad daylight, it's not a shame to be ashamed".

Shi Qingran showed her inexplicably, "What's wrong?" Is there anything dirty on my face? ”

Lang'er shook his head with a wooden face, "You have it in your heart." ”

Shi Qingran, "......"

She was caught off guard by this sudden basin of dirty water, and died unjustly again.

I wanted to ask a few more questions, but I ignored her, turned her head straight, and grasped the two pieces of hemp rope in front of the donkey cart with ease.

His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan, who had re-pretended, no longer looked at her, and walked along the same path, like an immortal who had stepped on a broken wind.

When he came to the donkey cart, he looked at the black donkey very indifferently, and was about to sit down with the hem of his clothes, but was stopped by the butcher.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!"

The butcher saw the young master's step-by-step appearance, and always felt a little uneasy, as if a rare treasure had fallen from the sky, and smashed it into his arms impartially, but he put the treasure on the hard cart pulled by the donkey

- No matter how you look at it, it's not like words.

Song Yuchen wondered, "What's wrong?" ”

"Uh......" The butcher scratched his head, grabbed two clumps of hay casually, and slapped it hard with his thick palm, and after a "snap", Song Yuchen watched as he was about to sit on the place where there was an extra cushion for no reason.

It's just a simple version, and it looks ugly.

"You came here to make a good place, and your body is weak, don't make a good mess again." The butcher said, "It's better, come, sit down!" ”

Great place?

Song Yuchen stared at the hay ball and glanced at it, and that scene suddenly appeared in his mind—the scene that always appeared in a midnight dream.

He wanted to sneer.

But he didn't.

Then he smiled slightly, shyness and gratitude, and he took it just right, "Thank you, brother, brother." ”

He sat down slowly, tilted his head and said, "Brother, I still have something I want to ask." ”