Shi Qingran suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Judging from past experience, every time Song Yuchen gives her a sweet date, it must be followed by a slap.

This slap may not hurt, but it must not be very comfortable, and there is no trace, and the foothold is different every time.

So as soon as he heard him wipe his mouth like honey, Shi Qingran had goosebumps all over his body, and his hairs stood on end.

Sure enough, this guy was serious for less than a few seconds, and his long narrow eyes bent again, and he put one hand on his chin, looked at her and said, "But if you thank me like this, it will be a little too perfunctory." Not generous enough, it's really not like Ranran's consistent style. ”

...... That's true.

Well, he never expected any ivory to come out of his mouth anyway.

Silently slandered, Shi Qingran raised his eyebrows in his appearance, and said half-sarcastically, "Then what does Your Highness think of me?" Do you want to serve His Highness in a small way and feed His Highness one bite at a time? ”

Song Yuchen glanced at her, maybe her eyes hurt because of her overly fake smile, and he didn't even bother to show her a pretended smile, he only lowered his voice into a line, and said lazily, "That's not necessary, if you don't want to, forget it, I don't like to force others." ”

After a pause, he chuckled coldly, "But—"

As soon as the words fell, he lifted his eyelids and beckoned Xiao Erdao, "The one I just wanted—"

Shi Qingran slammed his spirit, hurried closer to him, held the tea in both hands, rubbed a very bright bag in his eyes and said sincerely, "Yes!" I do, very willingly, very willingly! Your Highness, the tea is ready, do you want to taste it, is it hot? Is it cool or not? ”

Song Yuchen slowly retracted his gaze, steadily caught the cup of tea handed over by Shi Qingran through gritted teeth, and took a small sip, "Very good." ”

"That's good, hahaha."

The corners of his mouth, who had been sitting as steady as Mount Tai, twitched, and the cold complexion of Mount Tai finally cracked in front of me.

Then she couldn't help but look away, and sat up straighter than she had just been, determined to avoid the two people who were talking nonsense next to her.

Shi Qingran laughed dryly twice, realizing that his appearance was indeed too flattering, and he was 108,000 miles away from the legendary dignified atmosphere, not to mention that I felt sorry for him with affection.

Thinking of this, she was a little depressed, so she propped up her chin, silently rested her head on the table and pretended to be dead, staring at the table for a while, and without looking at the other idle hand, she reached over and touched the small pile of melon seeds that had just been peeled and sent it to her mouth.

The storyteller's lips clapped together, and the two pinches of mustache hanging on his lips shook and shook, and the words that came out of here were sent into Shi Qingran's ears with the wind, and after a cursory passage from left to right, they disappeared again with the wind, leaving no impression.

Suddenly, her fingers were empty, and after touching them for a long time, she couldn't touch the position of the last few melon seeds, but instead touched a piece of tentacle cold warmth.

Then this piece of Wen Run quietly held her fingers into the palm of his hand, and then a big hand slowly touched the back of her head, and then Shi Qingran heard a Wen Dun Dun voice say, "Look so fascinating, is it beautiful?" ”

As he spoke, he pinched a melon seed kernel and put it into Shi Qingran's mouth.

Shi Qingran smashed his mouth, just about to praise his good looks, but suddenly thought that this was talking about the history of Jinghe and the opening of the dynasty, and Mr. Storyteller had praised His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan as a unique god in heaven and earth, how else could she boast?

Besides, if you live a breath, you can't always ignore your conscience.

So Shi Qingran coughed lightly, sat up straight quietly, opened his eyes and said nonsense, "Actually, I didn't listen much." ”

Song Yuchen asked, "Really?" ”

Fake, of course.

From childhood to adulthood, all the words and dramas about the legendary story of His Royal Highness King Zhennan, Shi Qingran has seen and heard those that add up to not ten percent, at least nine percent.

No matter which version it is, the total is told over and over again around those stories, which is really boring, and now Shi Qingran can repeat the words of the storyteller word for word even with his eyes closed.

Yongxian is really a small place, not to mention the prosperous and graceful, fat and light Wangcheng, just Qishan, which has enough people and plenty of food and clothing, can be thrown out of the eighteen Shenwu streets here.

This feeling came out inexplicably as soon as the carriage entered Yongxian, and now I have listened to this old-fashioned storytelling joke, and watched the crying and laughing of so many people in the audience for these old-fashioned bookmarks, so it is even stronger.

However, this place is not without its advantages, for example, this teahouse, from melon seeds to tea, is much better than the one with the best business and the biggest reputation in the royal city.

For example, this young man, the things were sent very timely, and before His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan wanted to convince people with money, he sent the things that Fang Ran ordered in time, and took the two plates of melon seeds that Song Yuchen asked for in person.

Shi Qingran quickly grabbed all the things in front of him, and silently began to peel off the shell facing the floor.

"The little guy here is very nimble." Song Yuchen said lightly.

Shi Qingran didn't raise his head, but only responded thoughtfully.

The alley on the side turned his face away when he heard the sound, and avoided his young lady's appearance of being virtuous under the blue sky and white sun, and casually took out a piece of broken silver from his waist and put it in front of the little er, and said coldly, "Tip." ”

Originally, it was just a piece of broken silver, and it was still Song Yuchen's money, which could not be counted as a monthly example, so Lang'er made a generous and refreshing move, and the expression on his face did not change at all.

But when Xiao Er heard this, he seemed to be stunned.

Then he turned his head—and then he saw clearly that the young man, who had been hunched over, had several thick black cloths wrapped around his head, and only one eye was exposed.

Originally, he was holding a brass teapot in his hand, and poured tea for the table next door with low eyebrows, and his expression was quite calm.

After seeing the broken silver in front of him, he somehow, as if he was greatly frightened, his eyes suddenly became panicked, and the teapot in his hand shook suddenly, and he actually took off his hand on the spot!