Shi Xuan let out an "oh" clearly, then rolled up his sleeves, and his slender jade-like fingers bent up again at some point, with tenacious strength.

Shi Qingran smashed his lips, and tried to euphemize him very sensibly, "Hmm...... It's not that it's bad, it's mainly - hiss, it's not in line. ”

These four words jumped on the tip of her tongue, and her eyes lit up, as if she had grasped a life-saving straw, and repeated again,

Yes, it's not in order!

Shi Xuan chased after him, "Which rule does it not conform to?" ”

Shi Qingran looked at the fiery red wedding dress, and said without fear, "Brother, which one of the things you said and did tonight was in line with the rules?" ”

This is the first time in the past decades that Shi Qingran has said such disrespectful words to her brother in a non-joking tone.

Then her brother didn't say anything, just stared at her silently for a long time, and then raised a hand as if nothing had happened, and gently placed it on her head.

Shi Qingran was given goosebumps by the warmth of this precious brother, and quickly struggled to hide back, screaming as he hid, "Brother, don't do this, this is not in accordance with the rules!" ”

Shi Xuan naturally didn't listen to her again this time, and forcibly buckled her shoulders on his own initiative, and his hand strength was amazing.

Shi Qingran's shoulders were almost shattered by his pinch, tears couldn't fall, and he was rolling around his eyes, when he heard his voice fall, and suddenly changed his tone, as lazy as ever, "Why don't you follow the rules?" ”

Shi Qingran stubbornly said, "On the eve of the wedding, the bride's family is not allowed to meet the bride, and the room where the girl who has not left the pavilion lives is called the boudoir. ”

Shi Xuan couldn't help but say, raised his finger and knocked on her head again.

"Little hairy children, there are a lot of exquisiteness."

Shi Qingran felt that his face had been distorted at this moment, so he had to resign himself to closing his eyes and letting him rub back and forth.

Nai's method is really not very good, and it didn't take long to knead her untidy hair into a messy chicken nest.

She took a deep breath quietly, and put on a face full of death, "Brother, what else do you have to say, say it quickly, I'm going to sleep when I'm done." ”

Shi Xuan sighed, but didn't say anything, his fingers were coldly withdrawn by him, "That's it, it's a thing that makes you dizzy, go to sleep." ”

As he spoke, he turned around and walked leisurely towards the door, and when he crossed the threshold one step, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and turned around and said, "I really don't regret it?" ”

“......”

Shi Qingran couldn't wait to scratch his claws on his face, "I said no, I won't!" Not really! ”

Hearing the sound, Shi Xuan didn't say anything more, only smiled slightly.

When Shi Qingran pushed him out of the door, he glanced at him from a distance, and just saw his steady pace shaking coldly.

was so disturbed by him, even if she had a monstrous interest, she had already died down at this moment.

So Shi Qingran put away the wedding dress and prepared to sleep, and when she raised her hand to arrange the cuffs, she suddenly smelled a little cold and cold wine fragrance left on the wedding dress.

It is a specialty of Qishan, and the wine is slightly cool, with a spicy softness.

In the fragrance of that night, Shi Qingran always felt as if he had smelled some desolate loneliness.

There's always a what-if.

One man and one woman, one high and one low, one light and one heavy, one and the other.

The two voices crossed time and space, entangled in Shi Qingran's mind, almost indistinguishable from each other.

Then it was peeled off again, and a slender figure that stopped in the past and turned into a slender figure that disappeared coldly behind the big red sedan chair under the yellow leaves and light rain that year.

One returned to her eyes, falling into the cold face of Lang'er, which was the size of a palm, and turned into a cold wave, which was taken into the corner of her eye.

Lang'er put down such a sentence, which was careless, but when she saw it, Qingran didn't reply for a long time, and she thought of something, so she waited for a while.

After waiting for a long time and not seeing a reply, her slender brows couldn't help but twist up, "Miss?" ”

Shi Qingran came back to his senses and said blankly, "...... Yes? ”

Lang'er looked like she wanted to sigh, and her cheeks were stretched out with obvious lines, and sure enough, after a while, she was heard gritting her teeth, "Miss, we're outside now." ”

Shi Qingran was inexplicably reminded by her reminder.

Lang'er was a little impatient by her inexplicability, and finally couldn't help but sigh softly, and said, "If you want to scatter virtue, don't scatter in broad daylight, if you really can't help it, please don't sit next to me." ”

Shi Qingran, "......"

Lang'er gave her the appearance of realizing it in hindsight, which made her almost speechless, and finally sighed after holding back the breath in her throat.

Shi Qingran was a little embarrassed by her appearance of scolding or not, and explained stupidly, "I am the ......"

"Miss, if you really don't like it, don't worry, don't think about it, just tell me."

Lang'er took a step ahead of her and said calmly, "I will go and kill all the concubines who have blocked you." ”

Shi Qingran was stunned for a moment, and only after a pause did she realize what she was talking about.

After being stunned, she involuntarily followed the back note and repeated, "...... Killed? ”

Nod your head neatly.

Shi Qingran was shocked by her too calm and chic appearance, her eyebrows and eyes were stagnant, and her lips were slightly open, but she didn't know what to say.

Shocked for a while, she felt that her eyes were a little sour because she hadn't blinked for a long time, so she raised her hand and rubbed it.

This description looks in Lang'er's eyes, but it has changed its taste, and it is dyed out of thin air with a bit of "the daughter in the boudoir thinks of spring and twilight, and is full of sorrow and has no place to go".

She couldn't help but sigh secretly, sure enough, a woman is still a woman after all.

Even if her own young lady has always been as careless as a bridge pier under a moat, it is impossible for her husband to care about the fact that her husband wants to accept people in the room.

After all, the new person replaces the old person, and no one knows whether the new person laughs sincerely or not, but it is a sure fact that the old person is pitiful.

Even though her own young lady sometimes writes absurdly and annoyingly on weekdays, it is far more than just a good year and then she is driven out of the church.

Lang'er thinks that his analysis makes a lot of sense.

But logically speaking, my own lady should be very moved after hearing her words, why did she put on such a sluggish appearance?