Yan Ying stretched out her hand and touched Ziyue's cheek, which was red and swollen, this girl really didn't know how serious it was.

The five finger prints on the face are clearly visible.

She said with a displeased face: "You can't do this in the future?" I want you to be well, and I expect you to accompany me to eat and drink spicy food. ”

Ziyue listened to Yan Ying's words, her nose was sore, but she still tried to stand up straight.

Squeezed out a few smiles and said proudly: "Miss, obviously I am taller than you, and I am also older than you, I will always protect Miss." ”

Purple Moon was still waving her pink fist in the depths—looking weak.

Yan Ying stretched out her hands and hugged Ziyue tightly, don't think that Yan Ying was moved.

She actually had another purpose, and just after listening to Ziyue's words, she couldn't help but want to comment on a certain part.

After seeing her hands up and down, she said with some frustration: "It's really much more than me, much more." ”

Yan Ying also made a gesture of comparing size and shape.

Ziyue's face was flushed when she touched Yan Ying, especially when her own lady touched it several times.

And he also shamelessly pads up and down, and there are words in his mouth, saying that there is quite weight.

Is her young lady still normal?

Ziyue hurriedly broke free from Yan Ying's embrace, stomped her feet and shouted, "Miss, you are a hooligan, I will ignore you." ”

Yan Ying looked at Ziyue, who was blushing and about to drip blood, she was so ashamed and annoyed, pinching her clothes and feet as if she wanted to cry or not.

It's just a shame to be a dog.

Yan Ying spread her hands, looking like a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, and she felt very self-conscious that she lowered her neckline: "Why don't I touch it back for you?" ”

The kind that never fights back.

Ziyue rolled her eyes: "Miss, your flat is the same as a washboard, what are you asking me to touch?" ”

Ziyue, who was puzzled, completely ignored her young lady's desire to hug her, raised her high expression, and went straight to pack her things.

didn't even give Yan Ying a comforting look.

I'm afraid this is a fake maid......

Don't even bother to open your mouth if it doesn't grow?

She felt hopeless?

Yan Ying couldn't help but think about it, but the unhappiness was fleeting, after all, she had more important things to do.

While packing up the few clothes, Ziyue thought a few things blindly: The current young lady is good, but she always likes to touch her when she has nothing to do.

I especially like to touch the mountain bag on her chest, or Miss is touching herself, but every time I touch it, I have a long sigh.

That face is about to become a bitter gourd face.

Miss can't be that kind of oriented, right? Thinking of this, Ziyue's whole body was cold.

Quickly shake your head and force yourself to dispel this terrible thought.

If the young lady really has any ideas, what can she do?

Rabbits shouldn't eat the grass by the nest, at most they use the grass at the edge of the nest to practice, right?

No matter how vigorous Steward Huang is, Yan Ying's master and servant will stay in this courtyard for another night.

It will be possible to move to her mother's yard tomorrow morning.

Because she was tired for a day, Yan Ying asked Ziyue to go to Mama Zhang's for one night, and she lay on Ziyue's small bed wrapped in a quilt.

Ziyue was not worried that Yan Ying would be alone, but looking at the thin bed, it really couldn't squeeze two people.

Moreover, some old bedding and straw were also cleaned out by Steward Huang, even if Ziyue wanted to lay on the floor, it was difficult for the clever woman to cook without rice.

It's obedient, and Miss is safe here as long as it doesn't rain on night.

No one who is not long-sighted will come here to sneak around, after all, even the third-class subordinates are more solid than the lord in this courtyard.

Yan Ying, who had been fighting for a day, almost fell asleep with a nod to her head.

In the middle of the night, there was a tall figure standing beside her bed, and the figure looked at Yan Ying's small body completely wrapped in the quilt.

I couldn't even see a single hair in sight, and I couldn't help but furrow my eyebrows.

When he was thinking about whether to lift the quilt, Nangong Han suddenly felt a wind in his neck, grabbed his arm dangerously, and fell over the shoulder.

Yan Ying had no suspense and threw herself on the ground in the posture of a dog gnawing on mud.

Nangong Han patted his palm in disgust and said, "That's all there is to it? ”

Yan Ying didn't feel embarrassed and got up directly from the ground, putting one foot on the rickety chair.

A puff of dry hair said: "There are other skills, this night is quiet, before the flowers and the moon, do you want to taste it?"

That arrogant look almost made people believe it.

Nangong Han glanced at Yan Ying and looked around the whole room, trying to find a place to stay.

It turned out that the only stool in the room was trampled on by Yan Ying.

And it's so tattered that it doesn't seem to be able to bear more than double digits.

Nangong Han also has a habit of cleanliness, and the stool under his feet is an eyesore no matter how he looks at it.

It seems that it is still a little fragmented under the amplitude of Yan Ying's feet.

Yan Ying was very interested, took her feet away from the stool, and wiped the surface of the stool with her sleeve diligently.

Seemingly piously said: "Lord Wang, are you sitting?" This stool was given to me by my father in the afternoon.

I don't know what the prince is called when he visits late at night? Didn't you say yesterday that you would take a day off today? Why are you so anxious? ”

Yan Ying looked at Nangong Han with a provocative look in her eyes, fortunately, he knew each other very well today, and he didn't bring that human skin mask.

Nangong Han originally disliked the stool that had been painted and was still a little shaky.

But there really wasn't any more decent furniture in the house than the stool.

He can't sit on the edge of her bed anymore, can he? Although I had already sat last night.

But this girl wasn't sleeping just now...... This palm-sized little bed outside...

I dislike it!!

Real name disgust!

The kind that doesn't hide it.

Although he was disgusted, Nangong Han was still sitting on the broken stool~ motionless.

It's not that he is decent, but he is afraid that if he moves, he will fall on all sides like Yan Ying.

He can't afford to lose this face.

watched Nangong Han sit on the broken stool in an orderly manner.

Yan Ying opened her mouth wide for a while before she said, "Lord Wang, I really can't do anything tonight?" ”

Saying that, Yan Ying pointed to the messy yard she had made, signaling that Nangong Han should be more interesting.

I'm packing up all my stuff and planning to move.

You're old and you're not a Zhou peel, so you can't see the stitches.

I'm not a Xi'er, so I can't always take it out to pay off my debts.

"Why don't you?"

Nangong Han looked at Yan Ying, who was shrunk into a ball on the ground, and finally lowered his tone.

Really not a person of interest, Yan Ying rolled her eyes.

"No, no!" Yan Ying swayed her hands and feet, for fear of offending this evil god.

"You also saw that my house here is surrounded by four walls, not to mention that there is a set of silver needles, but there is not a single one."

Yan Ying retreated and said, hoping that Nangong Han would understand her eviction order.

"This king brought it, and besides, didn't you have another set here last time?" Nangong Han said and put the silver needle in front of Yan Ying.

Fortunately, she was left behind, and this girl became more and more restless.

Nangong Han put down the silver needle and did not forget to mock: "I didn't expect the Hou Mansion to fall to this point,

Didn't you have a loyal girl by your side that day? Did you know that I would be coming these days, deliberately branching out? ”

Nangong Han didn't know why he said this, but he actually had a faint expectation.

Because he didn't look at that girl yesterday, and he didn't see it today.

Coincidences can be once, not all at once.

"You said Purple Moon?"

Yan Ying found a small wooden box by herself and sat directly opposite Nangong Han.

Because the wooden box was short, Nangong Han was condescending for a while.

Nangong Han trembled his eyebrows, this posture is a bit like an elder reprimanding a junior.

Or more like a father educating a daughter who makes a mistake.

Biyan Ying also blinked her big harmless eyes, ignorant, Nangong Han suddenly had an urge to pinch people.

Yan Ying, who realized it later, ignored the increasingly thick cold on Nangong Han's body.

"Originally, she slept in this bed, but my bed collapsed during the day, and I said to squeeze with her, and she said that she was respectful and orderly.

I went to squeeze with other people at night, and last night her bed was wet and she couldn't sleep, not on purpose. ”

Yan Ying explained lightly and shallowly.

"Your bed collapsed?" Nangong Han trembled his eyebrows.

This body is only half a pound and eight taels, how can the bed collapse?

Yan Ying pointed to the back room, Nangong Han looked in the dim light, and it really collapsed, collapsed.

"Sleepy?" Nangong Han didn't know why he was so gossipy today.

Yan Ying nodded and said, "It's okay, it's not a secret, it's for people to sit down." ”

"Someone who sits down?" Nangong Han stood up from his chair, his eyes were about to erupt with fire.

"You are a girl in the boudoir, how can you casually let people sit down your bed.

There are still people in our Apocalypse Kingdom who are so lawless that they enter a girl's room before they reach the end of the day, and they collapse the bed. ”

Nangong Han instantly felt the urge to enforce the laws of the Apocalypse Kingdom.

Yan Ying, who was sitting on the small wooden box, pointed to the prince: "Aren't you also the kind who came to my boudoir in the middle of the night in the third watch, uninvited." ”

Nangong Han touched his nose and said, "Didn't you say that this king's body will not get better for a while and a half, and he needs to be pierced a few more times?" ”

"This king is here for a follow-up visit," Nangong Han said strongly, but his eyes kept staring at the broken bed in the room.

Anger was born.