Originally, everything in this world does not grow and change according to someone's wishes, there are natural and ugly beauty, and there are natural things that are pleasing to the eye and there are things that are not pleasing to the eye.

And what is pleasing to the eye is generally rare, but what is not pleasing to the eye is impossible to prevent in a thousand ways.

It has always been that way.

Shi Qingran thought that what she said was very philosophical, and she herself had very few opportunities to say such philosophical words, and it would be a pity if she was ruined by a cold voice in a few words.

So she withdrew her gaze, turned and walked away, and Lang'er followed, but surprisingly did not say anything more.

Then I revisited the old place, and I didn't even change the route.

Palace, teahouse, qufang, food stall, palace.

After going around like this, by the time we finally got back to the starting point, night had fallen.

Shi Qingran licked the crumbs of the white sugar cake left on her fingers, turned around silently and grabbed Lang'er's sleeve, and asked her to jump in with her.

It was getting late, so Lang'er sent her to the door and left, her slender figure flickering and disappearing quickly behind the cluster of flowers and trees at the end of the hallway.

Shi Qingran opened his mouth and yawned, pushed the door in, and slowly walked into a thick darkness.

There was no light in the room, and there was no moonlight tonight, and even though she had widened her eyes, it was pitch black as far as she could see.

Fortunately, it wasn't the first time she had come back so late, and she could do what she needed to do without her eyes.

Shi Qingran fumbled around and closed the door, came to the couch, turned around and sat down to take off his shoes.

However, before her fingers could touch either of the two toes, something suddenly grabbed her waist, and then her body was pulled down violently, but it did not directly hit the couch.

A hand reached out in the darkness, unmistakably covering her lips before she could open her mouth to scream.

Shi Qingran was completely sleepy, stiffened for a moment, and then immediately struggled with his hands and feet, but it was useless.

Instead of breaking free, he was tightened tighter.

Then a cold and warning voice suddenly fell from his ear, "Don't move." ”

Shi Qingran, "......"

It seems that what her brother said is really not wrong at all, Song Yuchen is by no means someone she can easily see through.

He is the emperor's younger brother, His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan who is above 10,000 people under one person, and General Xuantie who no one dares to provoke and no one can afford to provoke.

Under the face that seems to be smiling but not smiling, there is a cold heart that has never put himself in the shoes of others.

At this point, she thought that this was the whole picture of Song Yuchen, but she never thought that he had such a unique habit!

Just thinking about it, Song Yuchen suddenly grabbed her waist, and his tone was the same as his movements, with a little lazy sleepiness.

He said, "Why are you coming back so late, where have you gone?" ”

Shi Qingran tried to break his hand, but he didn't break it, and he couldn't even shake one of his little fingers.

Originally, she was very angry when she was frightened so inexplicably, but now she heard a question, and she was a little angry, and she was reluctant to reply.

However, Shi Xuan's words came out of their own inexplicably at this moment, lingering in her mind,

"Legend has it that King Zhennan has a strange temper and cold and hard methods, if you really come to the point where you want to fight him hard, then, remember to compromise first, and don't try to pinch the egg to touch the stone."

Thinking of this, Shi Qingran was a little aggrieved, so he was even more reluctant to reply.

There was silence in the room for a moment.

But Song Yuchen didn't plan to let her go so easily, the cold voice came faintly, and the little bit of drowsiness disappeared, so that she couldn't avoid it.

"Why don't you speak?"

Shi Qingran said casually, "I'm sleepy and want to sleep." ”

Song Yuchen turned his fingers and pinched her earlobe instead, and his slender fingers opened up a little bit along the jawline, stopping less than a finger away from her lips.

"Nope."

“...... Why not? ”

"Did I say that you are not allowed to go out to play, and you are not allowed to climb over the wall to enter the door?"

He calmly paused word by word, and the soft smile between his voice made people want to beat him.

Shi Qingran stiffened his neck and said, "I didn't go out to play!" ”

Song Yuchen let out an "oh" and grabbed her collar slowly, "So is it possible that it is a whim, and you have to wear men's clothes in the house?" ”

“......”

The corners of Shi Qingran's mouth twitched, and he let him turn himself over and over like a pancake.

After several turns, her neat clothes were completely messed up into a proper kennel, and the whole person rolled crookedly onto a warm chest like a round spinning top.

Shi Qingran was just about to jump up and try to murder her husband desperately, but he was firmly pressed down by his next sentence.

"Look up."

When he coldly relaxed his tone, he lacked the decisive coldness of killing, and was the most gentle and gentle, making it difficult for people to mention any wariness.

Shi Qingran was very unproductive in pronouncing these two words, and the rebuttal that almost blurted out in his throat slipped and stumbled into the abyss beyond the clouds.

Instead, it seemed that a butterfly with fluffy wings suddenly gave birth to its body, and it was swaying and trying to fly up into the body of the person in front of him.

Naturally, four words lifted her chin, and then she saw a pair of eyes as bright as stars in the dark night.

Behind the eyes, there is a thick night as deep as ink.

Shi Qingran probably remembered that today should be seventeen.

It stands to reason that it was the second day of the full moon night, and at this time last night, the moon was still very round and full like a freshly pancake.

Although the moon is cloudy and sunny, there must be a gradual process from round to flat.

The pancake can't even bite into one side, why does the moon disappear so quickly?

The ancients said that Fengyue, the most used should be the four words before the flower and under the moon.

But at this moment, in this situation, there are no delicate flowers, and there is no moon to watch, but Shi Qingran feels that this is still boundless, and the time and place are favorable.

Shi Qingran couldn't see his expression, he could only hear his shallow laughter and his breathing getting closer and closer.

Then she didn't wait for some expected warm touch, but she received a solid brain meltdown on the door of her head.

Shi Qingran, "......"

She was caught off guard by this, and tears came out of the corners of her eyes in an instant, and she couldn't fall away.

At this time, Song Yuchen quickly moved away.

With a "poof", a firelight broke through the darkness and came suddenly.

Shi Qingran was dizzy, and finally found a direction where he could be angry, so he immediately saw the stitches, glared at him and said fiercely, "Why hit me!" ”

Song Yuchen lit a lamp beside the couch, and then slowly lifted his eyelids to look over, half of his face was shrouded in shadows that the light could not reach, and a calm and cold light passed through his narrow eyes.