This night, Song Yuchen was an unprecedented rule, so that when he woke up in the early morning of the second day, he was still dressed neatly and tightly from top to bottom, and not even a single hair was messed up.

As far as the eye could see, there was no one else in the room but her.

This is unusual.

Song Yuchen may have woken her up because he needed to leave quickly because he was in a hurry, which is understandable, but he didn't come to call her until this hour, so he shouldn't have done it.

In the past, when he was in Qishan, the master stipulated that he should get up early every morning to warm his books, which was naturally a piece of cake for Lang'er, but for Shi Qingran, it was like five thunderbolts falling from the sky.

Especially in winter, when the dripping water turns into ice, the cold wind outside the window is like a cold knife, and the soft and warm brocade quilt is even more difficult to part.

Shi Qingran longed to be able to let the warm quilt grow into a skin and tie it firmly on his body, and comforted himself to escape this strict regulation on the grounds that he would be dizzy too early.

On that day, it was cold and snowy outside the window, Shi Qingran was wrapped in two layers of thick quilts, immersed in sweet dreams, and slept soundly until the sky was dark and I didn't know why, and the door was suddenly pushed open.

The cold wind broke through the door and hit with impunity.

Shi Qingran frowned, and was about to continue to sleep, but the next second the quilt was ruthlessly lifted, followed by a pair of cold and hard hands, which pressed on the warmest and softest part of her neck without hesitation.

Then when she screamed and jumped up, Lang'er would withdraw her hand as if nothing had happened, her face was as cold as water, and her tone was as cold as ice, "Miss, it's time to get up." ”

Conscientiousness is like a child, how can there be such an omission.

Suddenly, she coldly thought of what Song Yuchen said last night to change her to a maid or something, and the sleepiness in her body suddenly disappeared.

The door creaked open.

Song Yuchen walked in leisurely, followed by a string of green maids.

However, what attracted Shi Qingran at a glance was not the rare battle, but the plates and dishes they were holding in their hands and the dishes on the plates.

After they all lowered their eyebrows and put down the food like this, and withdrew little by little with low eyebrows, Song Yuchen finally walked to the table slowly, his eyes slowly crossed over Shi Qingran, and he didn't say a word.

Shi Qingran walked over and sat down beside him, his eyes glued to the flowery dishes, and asked, "What about it, why didn't you come to wake me up?" ”

Song Yuchen lifted his eyelids and glanced at her, and said sharply, "Are you sure you want to ask about the whereabouts of your maid, not this plate of Sixi balls?" ”

“......”

Shi Qingran immediately retracted his gaze, intending to protest seriously.

But as soon as her mouth opened, Song Yuchen quickly stuffed a bean paste bag.

Legend has it that in the rebellion of a certain tribe was quelled, the enemy generals were defeated and retreated, and in the end only a small city remained, and they were still very unconvinced.

Seeing that the soldiers were approaching the city, and the black-pressed Xuanjia Iron Cavalry was close in front of him, the enemy generals were still arrogant, standing at the highest place of the city tower with full of energy, and they were endlessly listing all kinds of Song Yuchen's unkind crimes.

From the fact that he was too cold-blooded, from the elderly to the three-year-old children, he refused to let go until he was angry with the emperor, washed his palace in blood, and stabbed his father.

But Song Yuchen is not her, she doesn't like to listen to books, and she has always had a very disdainful attitude towards such things as Riba people, especially when the protagonist of this storytelling is still herself.

So he didn't give the chief much time to talk nonsense, but he took the lead, took out a pair of bows and arrows pinned to the waist of his deputy, and shot the thief who was like a river to death at the city gate.

Splatters of flesh and blood, along with the curse that could not be exited, were nailed to the cold walls of the city for all eternity.

He was the one who had set a record of 100 steps through Yang, and it was easy to feed such a huge bean paste bag to her mouth from such a close distance.

Shi Qingran, "......"

She grabbed the bean paste bun and took a bite, and said indistinctly, "Why did you suddenly give me something to eat?" ”

Song Yuchen said neatly, "In order for you not to speak." ”

“......”

Shi Qingran said, "But I have a mouth to speak, where did I go?" Did you replace it? Did you really change my maid? And ......"

Song Yuchen put down the tea bowl and threw a warning look.

Shi Qingran smiled at her dryly, risking that he would be nailed to the dinner table with his eyes, and finished saying the half sentence, "Is the new maid good-looking?" ”

“......”

Song Yuchen finally withdrew his eyes and picked up the chopsticks with a look of despair that "children can't be taught".

"Your maid has more eyes than you, so naturally she won't come to call you."

Shi Qingran said, "What do you mean?" ”

"It means you're stupid." Song Yuchen put a chopstick and something soft on the plate in front of her expressionlessly, "Ranran, eat more of this, and make up for it." ”

Shi Qingran glanced at the object that said red or not, black and black, "What is this?" ”

"Brain."

Shi Qingran was stunned, "Huh? ”

Song Yuchen said calmly, "Pig brain, it's not yours, what are you excited about." ”

“......”

How strange this sounded, it didn't seem to be a good thing, but Shi Qingran pondered it for a while, but he couldn't refute it.

Song Yuchen stared at her for a while, the corners of his lips suddenly curved, his eyebrows were not shocked, and he even had a clear and bright smile, "It's shredded mutton, it's scorched, eat it." ”

“......”

Whether it is real shredded mutton or not, it no longer matters, Shi Qingran has already given him no appetite, so after hesitating for a while, she still chose to hold the bean paste bun and nibble on it again, changing the topic and said,

"Why don't you eat it?"

Song Yuchen glanced at her, his face was full of coldness that did not eat the fireworks in the world, "I have eaten." ”

After a pause, he made up for it, "Do you have breakfast at this hour, when everyone is like you?" ”

“......”