Zichu stood beside the bed, carefully looking at the sleeping face on the bed.

The moth eyebrows are headed, and the swallows are jealous of the warbler.

The appearance is really immortal.

is different from when she saw her at the martial arts conference three years ago, when she saved him at that time, she still had some cute baby fat on her face.

The meat is soft, and when you look at it, you want people to knead it and pinch it. At that time, her hands were also fleshy and soft. It feels excellent in the hand.

Later, when he saw him again, he only saw a side face of her hurrying past when she turned down the stairs, and only saw her with a straight nose.

He watched as she took the other man's hand and walked away, as she carved the long back into his mind.

Knowing that she would come to the South Courtyard to pick up Qingluan again at noon on the second day, he waited in the box upstairs in the South Courtyard early in the morning. I wondered if I could see her face this time.

He watched expectantly for a long time, and she didn't even get out of the carriage. He didn't withdraw his gaze until the carriage was far away.

The little moon-white back that night walked in his heart for a long time.

Later, Qingluan wrote that she fell asleep in the carriage that day, so she never got out of the carriage.

Qingluan also said that they encountered mountain bandits on their way back from Chang'an. A young man named Mingchen rescued them and lived in the Shen Mansion.

Zichu didn't know if he was angry that he didn't send someone to protect her, or if he was angry that the man named Mingchen could rely on her for a few months.

In short, he was angry.

He led his troops to surround and suppress the lair of the mountain bandits, but he still felt angry.

But he couldn't find a better way to relieve his anger.

A few months later, Zichu received a letter from Qingluan, and that Mingchen finally left the Shen Mansion.

Zi Chucai felt that the unclear depression in his heart had finally dissipated.

He didn't know why he minded like this, maybe it was because Qingluan had mentioned Mingchen's appearance in a few strokes in his letter.

The eyebrows are handsome, and the shadows are stunning

These eight words bothered him for several months, and finally when Mingchen left the Shen family, he let go.

Zichu still remembered that in the drizzle, he rode his horse and galloped, and saw the girl who was tilting his head to look at him at the window of the carriage.

He was very pleased with the amazement in her eyes, and was also surprised by her boldness, so he looked at her a few more times.

Later, when they met at the inn, she avoided herself with a little weakness. He just wanted her to be unable to escape. So he asked for her room across the door. Bad wanted her to open the door and see him.

Then he heard the noise, and opened the door too, intending to tease her. Unexpectedly, she was standing at the door with only her middle coat and wet hair. There was still a bit of a flush on his face that had been smoky from the heat after bathing.

He even smelled her moist scent when he opened the door.

He closed the door in a bit of a panic. Behind the door, listening to her voice, she said softly to her brother that she wanted to eat mung bean and lily porridge.

Then she went back to her room, and he couldn't hear her anymore.

He also asked for a bowl of mung bean and lily porridge. Some were too sweet for him to like.

The next day, he was woken up by her voice, and in the corridor was her voice with grievances and anxiety, faintly choked up.

He didn't know why she was crying. I just got dressed very quickly and wanted to see her.

He opened the door and saw her standing by the door with tears in her eyes. Extremely pitiful.

She said aggrievedly that she was forgotten by her family in the inn.

He thought it was funny, she looked like a girl who was loved by thousands of people in the family, how could the family be willing to forget her, there should be something else so she wasn't there.

However, seeing her cowardly grievances and pitiful appearance, he still comforted her and said to wait with her.

She also praised him for being good-looking and kind-hearted, and he was very useful.

Although he always knew that he was good-looking, the ladies of Chang'an always peeked at him whenever they went to a flower-viewing banquet, and then smiled shyly.

But kind-hearted...... No one ever said that about him.

At that young age, she liked to judge people by their appearance. After praising him for his kindness, he said that his personal guards did not look like a good person.

Although she didn't say it so bluntly, she looked behind him timidly, like a jackal, a tiger and a leopard.

yes, she really cares about faces.

The good-looking ones are especially favored by her.

It was the first time he and the guards had met her, and she had a very different impression of them.

Later, when she rescued him in Shaolin Temple, she said with crooked eyebrows that because he was good-looking, she saved him regardless of the danger. If he wasn't good-looking, she wouldn't have saved him.

He remembered that her little hands were cold, but she was still smiling like a flower. I couldn't tell the fear on my face.

Then, she said that if the grace of saving her life could not be repaid, it would be better to make a promise.

He was amazed at how bold she was. But more of a funny, but an eight or nine-year-old girl. How do you know what to promise by example.

So he hesitated. I don't know how to refuse so as not to hurt the little girl's face.

She saw that he was speechless, and even said that she was just joking.

He was a little lost, he didn't know what he was missing, he was going to refuse her, she said that, he didn't have to bother to shirk it, but he couldn't be happy.

It occurred to him that maybe he would agree to it.

Later, he always remembered from time to time that the little girl who was holding his hand in Shaolin Temple was dizzy and dizzy.

The little girl who didn't know martial arts, but was very brave, also stuffed him with a bottle of sausage powder for his self-defense.

As for why he is chasing after her now, Zi Chu doesn't know, probably to repay her for saving her life, or to repay her for giving medicine.

Or maybe he just wanted to chase the little girl who went away in his memory.

Zi Chu held the porridge and softly called Shen Huanhuan's name. The person in the bed was still sleeping soundly, and there was no reaction at all.

Helplessly, Zichu put the bowl on the small table next to the table. Bending over, he reached out and gently pinched her face, "Huanhuan, wake up, get up"

The man on the bed muttered something, but still refused to open his eyes.

Shen Huanhuan was half-asleep and half-awake, feeling that the flesh on his face was uncomfortable being pinched, so he reached out to pat the unpleasant hand on his face.

As a result, the hand just grabbed a slightly cool and delicate hand. Shen Huanhuan immediately opened his eyes and sat up, "Why are you in my room?"

Sensing that there were outsiders in the room, she was scared away by her sleepiness.

Zi Chu smiled and took a soft pillow and put it behind her waist, "I'll tell you to get up and take medicine."

Shen Huanhuan leaned on the soft pillow and thought about it carefully, she seemed to have a fever last night, and she fell asleep after taking the medicine given by Yun Fan's brother.

No wonder she feels very tired and has no strength now, even her throat is dry and painful, and she feels pain when she speaks.

"What about Brother Yun Fan," she remembered that Brother Yun Fan was here before going to bed.

Zichu picked up the porridge bowl, "He guarded you all night, and went to sleep this morning"

Although he didn't want to mention Yun Fan, he still had to say what he had to say.