Shi Qingran paused, and always felt that the benevolence and righteousness in her mouth did not seem to mean the same thing as what she had in her heart, but she couldn't tell what the difference was.

He Jiaojiao smashed her lips, and a little soft-hearted from the residual sweetness of the incense in her mouth, so she didn't chase her anymore, but just half-closed her eyes and didn't say a word.

Her thin, thin body was shrouded in a wide cloak, and she was a little weak when she didn't fit in.

Shi Qingran glanced at her, and involuntarily unfolded a little self-inflicted association, as if the person squatting beside her at the moment was just a normal little girl, not an assassin who could throw out snakes, insects, rats and ants at will, it felt as if it was a small animal that had survived the catastrophe and was full of spikes towards her, and even courted her.

So she was nervous and asked softly, "The part about your master is also true?" Your master is real...... Is it deceased? ”

He Jiaojiao said, "Yes." ”

After a pause, she suddenly became cold and changed her words, "Not really." ”

Shi Qingran, "......"

He Jiaojiao choked her very calmly, and then frankly gave the eviction order, "Are you okay?" ”

With such a stick of incense, the two sat together and shared the same steamed bun, which unconsciously gave Shi Qingran a subtle illusion, as if the barrier between them had collapsed. But now that the smell of fireworks had cleared up, she realized that behind the cold wall there was a cloud of sword and sword shadow.

Shi Qingran suddenly felt a little melancholy.

Although she failed to bring out a pair of fiery eyes like Shi Xuan in her mother's womb, she could also see that she was a self-inflicted amorous person who did not do a good job, but completely touched the bottom line of He Jiaojiao's heart, and killed the layer of warm illusion that had just accumulated so easily.

After those words were spoken, He Jiaojiao paused slightly, glanced sideways at Qingran's embarrassed face, and a murderous aura that was not easy to detect came out of the corner of his eyes.

Whether Shi Qingran wanted to get up and leave or make any other moves, He Jiaojiao was completely prepared. Her eyes drooped lazily as if she were taking a nap, but one hand silently grasped the cold, smooth snake body in the cuff.

After a long silence.

Shi Qingran was forced by her old-fashioned appearance to have no choice, so she had to nod her head with a heavy heart, stood up against the wall, and said with a debt, "Then I'll go out first." ”

He Jiaojiao didn't say anything when she heard it, but quietly pressed down the vigilance in her heart.

Who knew that at this moment, Shi Qingran paused, and suddenly turned his head sideways and asked, "By the way, there is one more thing, you ......"

As she spoke, she paused slightly, and when she heard He Jiaojiao, she suddenly raised her throat and pulled the snake out of her arm!

Immediately, she heard Princess Zhennan say a little melancholy, "What do you want to eat at noon?" I'll send it to you later. ”

He Jiaojiao, "......"

She quickly pressed the snake's head back.

Princess Zhennan's head was not bright, and her ears and eyes were very untimely, and she caught a glimpse of the bright yellow on her cuffs, and was stunned, "Did there be any light in your hand just now?" ”

He Jiaojiao, "...... No. ”

With a cold face that did not move at all, she resolutely lied, "You read it wrong. ”

"Oh...... So what do you want to eat for lunch? ”

He Jiaojiao, who was weak-hearted, instinctively paused, and the roots of her teeth were a little soft. She reached out and pressed the wide brim of her cloak lower, so that her entire face was completely obscured, leaving only a gap that she couldn't even get through with her fingers.

Then she said angrily through the narrow gap of the urn, "Whatever you want." ”

Shi Qingran let out an "oh", arched his hand at her very uprightly, and then retreated steadily, and closed the door of the firewood room again, like a new daughter-in-law who came to see her in-laws.

He Jiaojiao said that he just talked and dealt with it in a hurry, but he didn't think that he was really taken seriously by her.

Just as the sun was rising overhead, the cautious and polite Princess Zhennan came again, this time with a bowl of steaming noodles on a tray in her hand.

At first glance, he didn't serve people much - this was He Jiaojiao's first thought.

A bowl of noodles was sprinkled with a small half bowl by her, the oil-filled juice flowed freely in the wooden tray, and there were a few fresh green vegetable leaves floating on it.

But when Shi Qingran pushed the door in, he was covered in the smell of steaming fireworks, and behind the milky white steam, there was a grinning face, and he plunged in with his head so fresh and hot, and he was a little moved in He Jiaojiao's heart.

She didn't say a word, and ate half of the bowl of noodles with her head down, and then coldly dropped her chopsticks, ignoring the chatter greetings that were there, and shrank into the corner with the snake in her arms.

Without the presence of the Marquis of Stability, the court was extraordinarily calm, calm and peaceful, and the ministers each slipped their whiskers and sang praises of virtue, and praised Song Yuxun as a Ming monarch who had never been out for 5,000 years.

King Zhennan stood calmly in the corner without saying a word, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze quietly nailed to the place where Pei Yi stood on weekdays.

Holding the jade card, Lord Zhang remembered that His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan sent the captain of the Xuanjia Battalion to hurry to his house at night to ask him to write the notice, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.

It is rumored that King Zhennan doesn't seem to like the princess from Qishan very much, how could he make such a big deal for her birthday, and even use the soldiers of the Xuanjia Battalion who only come out in chaos on weekdays.

In a state of confusion, he glanced back cautiously, but he didn't want to have a weird and clever collision with Song Yuchen's half-retracted gaze.

The moment they met their eyes, Lord Zhang's already anxious heart suddenly rose to his throat, and then instinctively wondered a little - the position of King Zhennan's eyes was wrong, he didn't look at the emperor, what were he looking at?

Song Yuchen was not weak-hearted, he was very calm against his iceberg face that had not changed for 10,000 years, the corners of his lips suddenly curved, and he showed a clear smile to Lord Zhang through dozens of black gauze hats, and even silently made a lip shape - morning.

Master Zhang, "......"

He never expected that His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan would greet him so blatantly, and in such a solemn and serious place as the court!

In case, if people see it, they think that he is friendly with the king of Zhennan, and he can't wash it by jumping into the Yellow River this time!

So he pretended not to see it, turned his head with a stiff face, and silently made up his mind - that's it, I still don't want to do so much, this highness's style has no rules to be grasped, he can see what he wants, after all, the emperor will treat him as a child and spoil him, and it is better to have more than one thing as less.