Shi Qingran was only ten years old when he met Lang'er, and he was an age when cats and dogs were not to be seen, and in addition to eating, drinking, and sleeping all day long, he was forced by her brother to study, and he was busy between poetry, books, flowers, tea, and piano, chess, axes, and axes.

But you can't chew too much, this ancient saying has been vividly verified in her. After several years of lively study, in addition to practicing how to disguise the script as the Five Classics under the nose of the master, she only learned to skip the wall in class and out of class, and she was not very proficient in translating.

Once, half of her body crossed the wall, but her brother's face with a malicious smile flashed in front of her, so the whole person was shocked, fell off the wall, and after the ghost cried wolf, he dragged his injured leg and rested at home for half a year.

Lang'er was different from her, she was only thirteen years old that year, and she had already learned light skills and swordsmanship decently, which was a model that Shi Qingran was completely unattainable at that time and today.

After being placed next to her, Lang'er had an extra task, and took a little time out of his martial arts practice every day to take care of her.

So from then on, as long as Shi Qingran dared to show a little sign of wanting to go beyond the rules, Lang'er would definitely find out in advance, and then said coldly, "Miss, please don't do this." Or "Miss, please don't do that." "Anyway, it's cold and detached, like a lump of ice that doesn't warm up.

Later, the two gradually became acquainted, and it was more convenient when they wanted to stop her, most of the time they could skip the step of persuasion directly, get started or get on their feet, and sometimes a punch had not been swept over, and the young lady who was now virtuous would immediately be honest.

At this moment, Lang'er coldly glanced at the empty purse and the two munching idiots beside her, and suddenly regretted that maybe she shouldn't have accompanied her to the royal city in the first place. But in front of so many people, it would be too indecent to ask her to beat people directly in public.

For a while, she was in a dilemma, so she had to pout a grievance that no one could complain about, and her two eyes were fiercely nailed to Shi Qingran's head.

Shi Qingran felt a little cold on the back of his neck for no reason while eating, took the time to wipe a handful of oil on his lips, and when he raised his eyes, he just happened to bump into Lang'er's cold eyes impartially.

She shuddered, and inexplicably didn't forget to swallow the cool and sweet lotus cake in her mouth, and then said in confusion, "What do you see me doing?" ”

Full of energy, and without fear, it seems that he doesn't feel that he has done anything wrong at all!

Lang'er's hands clenched silently under the wide sleeves.

Otherwise, let's beat it, don't care if the face is elegant or not, it is estimated that only the saint can endure it until this is endured!

Shi Qingran didn't know that he had been chopped into meatballs at the bottom of his heart, and he was boiling soup and drinking it in a lively pot at this time, seeing that Lang'er looked pale, so he paused, and glanced at the mess on the table with some embarrassment - she and Yin Xiaoqi were a little hungry, and their hands were gone, and the dishes were as if they had been gnawed by a dog.

After a moment of silence, Shi Qingran grinned at the corner of his lips, stretched out his oily hand, pinched a chicken leg in his palm, and put it into the bowl in front of Lang'er that had not been stained with any meat from beginning to end.

Then the eldest lady of the Shi family looked at her with surprise and stunned eyes, and very consciously and actively ignored the disgust mixed in the afterglow, and squeezed out a pack of very sincere eyes to look at her, "Here, specially left for you." ”

Lang'er glanced at the roast chicken that had been torn and separated from the flesh without changing her face, and felt that this was not very sincere as a "specialized" specialty, but her willow eyebrows, which had become swords with two branches, still involuntarily slackened a lot.

Naturally, in the end, this chicken leg still entered Shi Qingran's stomach.

When the three of them came out of the door of the Yanhui Building, Yin Xiaoqi was full of wine and food, and his anger was completely gone, and he became the affectionate little tail again.

Shi Qingran was glued by him, and he breathed a sigh of relief for a while, and he was about to turn around the corner of the street, but he was quickly dragged back by his clothes and belts, and he couldn't bear to drag him back to Zhennan Wangfu along the street corner.

People are prone to sleepiness when they are full, but even when they are so sleepy that their upper and lower eyelids fight, Shi Qingran still struggles to poke his head out of the bed tent and beckon, "Get it!" ”

Lang'er came over with a basin of water, and immediately came over when she heard the sound, "Miss, what's the matter with me?" ”

Shi Qingran snorted, and struggled a little to keep his eyelids from drooping completely, "Hmm...... That medicinal herb in Yongxian County...... You go to the account office tomorrow and transfer some money, we'll ......."

She was halfway through her words, when she was thrown at her with a handful of ice towels, which were firmly blocked behind her teeth, and then she couldn't help but press her head back into the bed tent.

Shi Qingran sincerely felt that Lang'er was very similar to Song Yuchen in some places, the same impersonal, the same indifference and alienation, and the same would directly block people's mouths when they didn't want to listen to people's words, the only difference was that Lang'er took a cold towel, and Song Yuchen took a gentle lips and tongue.

But what he took out was a cold heart, what was the steaming ball that Song Yuchen handed over?

Shi Qingran sincerely felt very admired for her talent that she could take time to take care of herself, but she couldn't help but feel a little sad, so she swayed back and forth between sorrow and admiration, like getting on a rocking boat on a small bridge and flowing water, and in a blink of an eye, she indulged in a gentle dream.

There was no moonlight tonight, and after cleaning her hands and feet with a blank face, she didn't forget to close the window smoothly to prevent her from blowing the cold wind in the middle of the night and not getting out of bed the next day.

Lang'er has always treated her as a papier-mâché person, but others are not.

Shi Qingran originally slept well, but in the second half of the night, she suddenly had a nightmare, her chest seemed to be pressed with a thousand-pound pendant, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she opened her eyes slightly, only to find that Song Yuchen's arm wrapped around her waist from behind, hugging her almost out of breath.

His eyes were full of clarity, and he smiled at her with the corners of his lips curled, "Finally awake?" ”

When Song Yuchen laughed, there was a little indulgence in his eyebrows.

Shi Qingran was sleepy-eyed and was easily taken away by him, and after being slightly stunned for a moment, he realized that His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan was estimated to have just come back, and her clothes were still stained with cool evening dew, and she was sticking to her without cover at the moment.