The creak of the door was extremely long, and there was a sound of rustling footsteps in my ears, and then a glimmer of light suddenly shone through the dark window in front of me, and a small halo of dim yellow gradually flowed through, covering the whole thatched house, reflecting the person who had just entered the house, the treacherous young man.

Song Yuchen blocked her lips and didn't say anything, and her arm was raised in a subtle arc, just covering half of her already not very spacious vision, and she didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional.

It was true that Shi Qingran wanted to glare at him fiercely from the corner of his eye, but Song Yuchen seemed to have expected her to have this idea in advance, and his fingers were unhurriedly stuck on both sides of her jaw, like a jade with tentacles warm.

However, His Royal Highness King Zhennan didn't seem to intend to be an unworthy piece of jade, and his fingers slowly slid forward against the back of her neck, stopping at the front of her throat just right when her goosebumps were about to stand in horror, as if to remind her—

If you dare to move, your head will be screwed off.

Shi Qingran was very unconvinced, tried to struggle for a while, and reluctantly moved his eyes a few inches.

It is said in the book of war that only by taking it by surprise can we win by attacking it unprepared.

So she gritted her teeth, dispatched an incomparably great courage in the shortest time of her life, and worked hard to add a few lines of dissatisfaction and resentment to her eyes, and then refined these two gazes into sharp blades and threw them towards Song Yuchen.

Song Yuchen immediately lowered his eyes, his dark eyelashes were unwavering, like two deep and dark abysses, silently conveying-

If you stare again, you will screw your head off even if you don't move.

Shi Qingran, "......"

So the unveiling of the rod turned a page.

Shi Qingran shrunk his neck stupidly, and continued to try to look through the gap-

The young man moved slowly, and lit a lamp for a long time, and then got up again to fetch water, and spilled a small half basin with a stagger.

Shi Qingran only glanced at it twice and lost interest at all, so he picked up the corner of his eye and looked at the roof, and followed the boxy straight line from the roof to the corner of the wall, and finally resisted the urge to sigh.

In fact, I felt my conscience and said that in terms of the size of this thatched house alone, the gap left by Song Yuchen for her is not small, and there is even some surplus.

When I heard about the book, the shopkeeper blew his two-story small bamboo building into the highest level of hospitality in Yongxian County.

If you don't see it with your own eyes, whether it is the hearsay of unknown people from the rivers and lakes or the sincerity of the attentive and enthusiastic shopkeepers, it has always been untrustworthy, and Shi Qingran has a special feeling for this.

Take herself as an example, what the financial resources of the Shi family, even though outsiders can't know it very well, but they also have a rough number in their hearts, so the outside world will say that she has become a pampered and arrogant femme fatale woman, and it is almost said that she grew up drinking the water quenched out of the pearl and jade on the gold and silver mountains.

With such a well-deserved reputation, Shi Qingran felt very ashamed.

One is that she didn't have a lot of power to that part, and even the buns were very good, and she was used to being rounded and flattened, and gradually lost the strength to resist.

As for being pampered and arrogant, not to mention, the life after coming to Wangcheng was not much better than following her brother before, and the only thing to be thankful for was that Song Yuchen would not have anything to do to check her homework.

Growing up in such a difficult and difficult situation, she, the eldest lady, was wronged.

Don't say anything about gold and silver, even a slightly larger house she has never seen, the first time she came back to the Zhennan Palace, she was shocked by the unique flying bird eaves and carved beams in the royal city for a while.

And the thatched hut in front of her, which can even be said to be precarious, has added a lot of weight to this truth in her mind.

She thinks that she is very able to endure hardships, even more adaptable than ordinary people, and she does not have a young lady's temper, but the thatched house in front of her has really taught her a good lesson in terms of layout and size.

As the saying goes, a gentleman must not have physical and mental worries, nor can he not delay the fun of the wind and the moon.

But as the saying goes, it is not clear, what exactly does this fun refer to, and whether it is necessary to pay attention to whether it is willing or unwilling.

For example, at this moment, Shi Qingran was very reluctant to be pressed into such a half-squatting posture, very reluctant to peek at this young guy who was not worthy of peeping, and was also very reluctant to set this black cauldron that offered to peep on his head, let alone accompanied by His Royal Highness King Zhennan.

On weekdays, I have to hide and sneak in when I read a script, but now I am so openly and directly violating the etiquette, even though the darkness behind him is thick and boundless, Shi Qingran still feels awkward, and there is a feeling of twisting Yangge naked in the middle of Shenwu Street.

She is like a gluttonous cat, coveting the small fish in the fish tank for a long time, but usually at a glance, the owner will unceremoniously pull the back collar to teach a lesson, but now the owner does not know why, suddenly in a good mood to take the initiative to throw live fish in front of her.

It was supposed to be a pleasing thing, but the fish was half dead, and its eyes were about to burst out, so that she had no appetite to look at it, and the master pressed her head to force her to look at it.

This is really unreasonable, and it is too torturous!

At this moment, Shi Qingran is like this, and he is very uncomfortable all over his body.

Putting aside the matter of whether she has a habit of voyeurism for the time being, even if she really has, what can be worthy of her peeping should be some good sons and daughters who are clear and bright.

Not to mention that the stones are like jade, the pines are like emeralds, and the Yan Yan is unique, at least it must be like Zijian into poetry, and it seems that Pan An throws fruit lightly.

Such as...... His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan is like this.

She silently lifted her eyelids and looked over, her eyes hitting half of his cheek, exposed to the candlelight, and it was—deaf and beautiful, eyes like stars.

Song Yuchen didn't seem to notice that she was not careful at all, and there was a calm in his eyebrows, and there was no obvious look on his face.

Qing Ran had only seen such an expression once.

Song Yuchen was still laughing with her when she entered the palace early that morning, and she blushed six times after eating breakfast, but when she came back at night, her whole person suddenly changed.

At that time, he wiped the red fierce light from the corner of his eyes, and secretly went to the study to sleep, but in the middle of the night, he returned to the bedroom angrily, fell down without saying anything, and rubbed Shi Qingran, who had not had time to fall asleep, and the quilt was rubbed into his arms.