"Yes." Song Yuchen bent his eyes and showed a smile that reflected the snow, "The preserved fruits here taste good, why don't you eat more and talk less?" ”

Talk nonsense! Shi Qingran was sour, and his teeth were gone.

From the moment he sat down, he just stared at the small cup of tea in front of him and drank it silently, when did he taste this so-called delicious preserved fruit?

Shi Qingran was very dissatisfied and said, "Hmm! ”

Song Yuchen glanced at her lightly, and said with a slight bow on his face, "Well, eat more if it's delicious." ”

Shi Qingran, "......"

She held her breath suddenly, swallowed the sour piece of preserved fruit into her throat, and then decisively rushed over and hugged half of Song Yuchen's sleeve, "Thank you!" But don't! ”

"Is it delicious?"

"Delicious!" Shi Qingran swallowed the sour water and squeezed out a bag of very sincere tears, "It's delicious!" It's better to keep such a good thing and eat it slowly. ”

Song Yuchen glanced at her lightly, and his two pale lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something more, but before the first word could be spoken, he closed his mouth again. Because there was suddenly another person in front of him—it was the young man from Fang Cai, his back was bent very low, and his hands were holding the apologetic tea high.

After putting the teapot down, he took two steps back, seemingly glancing at it before turning around.

Shi Qingran was still empty-hearted, and always felt a little sorry for him, so he hurriedly dispatched an unprecedentedly gentle smile and nodded slightly at him.

The young man did not speak, his eyes brushed her hurriedly, and then he lowered his eyebrows and went down the stairs.

Shi Qingran was in a trance for a moment, I don't know if he was wrong, why did his eyes that barely poked out from between the strips of cloth seem to be resentful?

When he left, Song Yuchen said lightly, "Ran." ”

Shi Qingran felt that the roots of his teeth were very sore when he heard him call him like this, and he didn't bother to guess what the ethereal look left by the young man meant, and turned around and said, "What's wrong?" ”

"Tea." He lowered his eyes, and his words were concise to the extreme.

Shi Qingran glanced down and saw that His Royal Highness King Zhennan's teacup was already empty, so he pinched the teapot and filled it for him again, and carefully approached him.

Song Yuchen lifted his eyelids, his gaze slowly slid over the beams and roof, and slowly and methodically returned to the cup of tea that was still steaming, his brows furrowed slightly.

Shi Qingran saw that his expression was wrong, and said with some trepidation, "It may be too hot to drink now, just wait a while." ”

"Tea—keep it." His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan slapped a "tsk" between his two thin lips, and said with disgust and coldness, "The quality is too inferior, and it smells a little musty." ”

Shi Qingran's smile that he had finally managed to hold up was distorted by most of the time, and many intricate tastes came to his heart almost at the same time, converging into a handful of bitter tears comparable to old vinegar, and said in his heart, "This is half a bastard." ”

After listening to the storytelling for an afternoon, His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan had no intention of going out, so he dragged Shi Qingran back to the room as soon as it was night.

Naturally, Lang'er couldn't follow anymore, and even directly ignored Shi Qingran's eyes asking for help, and only said expressionlessly to somewhere in the air, "Good night, Miss." Then he closed the door without hesitation.

The two took a few steps forward, Song Yuchen walked leisurely in front, but Qingran was sitting on pins and needles behind.

She silently lifted her eyelids and looked forward, thinking that even if this guy had great ability, it would never be possible to give birth to three heads and six arms more than others, as long as he didn't have eyes on the back of his head, he shouldn't be able to see her actions at this moment.

Thinking of this, Shi Qingran quickly pinched the placket of his clothes and tied a dead knot with the loose belt hanging down his waist.

Tomorrow she has to go out to find the hard-to-find medicinal herbs, she doesn't want to be tossed half-dead on the first day of settling down, it's just a shame at home, if she goes out like that, it's really a little inappropriate.

But people have seven emotions and six desires, and it doesn't mean that they will be able to endure it, even if they can really endure it, I am afraid it will be very painful.

Looking at the dignity of His Royal Highness King Zhennan, I am afraid that he has no intention of putting up with it.

She has been silent, her face has become a blank one, and the waves in her heart are turbulent, but she still has a little luck.

While thinking wildly, Song Yuchen suddenly paused, then turned his head and grabbed her eyes, and at the same time put a hand on Shi Qingran's wrist coldly.

Maybe his eyes were nothing, but Shi Qingran was empty-hearted, and when he looked at it like this, he subconsciously wanted to hide back, but his heel slammed into the threshold behind him, and he grinned for a while.

His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan quickly supported her, and said with great integrity, "I just want to remind you, be careful of the threshold." ”

Shi Qingran was choked up, and finally regained his dignity a little, "Thank you—"

"But what are you thinking, thinking so intrigued?" Song Yuchen interrupted her words coldly, then blinked, suddenly raised half of his eyebrows, and smiled teasingly, "Are you thinking about me?" ”

Shi Qingran, "......"

The words "Thank you, Your Highness" were still stuck in his throat, and he was caught off guard by his sudden teasing, and unfortunately died, and even with the guilt that suddenly appeared in Shi Qingran's heart, he was wiped out.

But after entering the door, the man became inexplicably honest, and swept the room from top to bottom, as if he had nowhere to sit in disgust for a while, and wanted to frown, but then held back.

He turned around, Shi Shiran picked a stool in front of the table that could barely reach his eyes and sat down, his fingers slowly but calmly hooked lightly, "Come and sit." ”

Shi Qingran sat down apprehensively-if she put aside her red-faced description, in fact, her appearance at this moment was barely indifferent.

The four eyes are facing each other, and the two are silent.

After a long time, Song Yuchen said, "Do you know how to drink?" ”

Shi Qingran even thought about the confrontation if he wanted the overlord to go to the bow and play hooligans, and he rubbed a gourd together with anxiety and shyness, but he didn't think that this person threw out a question that she had never heard of, and asked her to answer it.

The brain circuit barely turned half a corner after realizing it, and after being stunned for a moment, Shi Qingran said blankly, "...... Yes? ”

"The moon is fine tonight." Song Yuchen said calmly, "It's rare to be idle, it's good to have a drink." ”

Shi Qingran was made his teeth sour by his chewing words, so he let out an "ah" and said honestly, "I can't drink it very well, I'm afraid I'm going to sweep away His Highness's good interest." ”