Breakfast was already prepared.

The nun teacher was quietly setting up the outside, preparing for the day's work.

I saw Lu Si coming out of Qinghui's room.

Several teachers were stunned for a moment, slightly surprised.

One last glance at each other, but they didn't say anything.

After all, the saints of the past generations have different personalities, and there are also saints who are very attentive in history.

Although I was very surprised that Qinghui was only eleven or twelve years old and slept in a bed with Lu Si.

But looking at Lu Si's delicate little face, they felt that they took it for granted.

The teacher at the head took the skirt of his black dress, walked to Lu Si's side, lowered his head, and asked Lu Si gently, "Has His Royal Highness gotten up?" It's time to get ready for washing, breakfast. ”

Lu Si shook his head obediently.

The teacher nodded, "In this case, the teacher still has to take the other children to pray, Lu Si, can you help the teacher wake up His Royal Highness to eat later?" ”

"Yes."

Hearing this, Lu Si raised his head and looked at the nun teacher.

The light brown underside of the eyes is dark.

"Anytime."

After yesterday night.

Realizing that he was a special existence in Qinghui's eyes, he wished that he would be responsible for everything in Qinghui in the future, and Qinghui would not look at anyone else.

This look was a little frightening, but the nun teacher didn't think much of it, just praised the good boy.

He straightened up and left with the nuns around him.

The two breakfasts on the table were steaming slightly.

The corners of Lu Si's lips hooked slightly.

His hair was still messy.

He turned around and walked back to his room.

climbed onto the bed, raised his hand, and pushed Qinghui's body.

Lord Lingjian certainly belongs to the ranks of going to bed early and getting up late.

Being disturbed so early is a shame.

"Qinghui."

Lu Si shouted in a low voice.

In the end, I felt like my eyes were dark.

He was already blindfolded by Qinghui's quilt.

Then he was pressed to the bed with a force.

Qinghui wears a golden-white nightdress.

Because of the special relationship between the bloodline, the wound heals very quickly.

Yesterday, it looked like most of the scary bruises had dissipated, and the wound was completely closed, and it seemed that she would be able to heal completely after a few more days.

Qinghui frowned a little impatiently, his soft voice was full of dissatisfaction, and he pressed his shoulders like this: "Do you want to be beaten?" ”

Could it be that this plane has not tried the strong 'Iron Fist' of Lord Spirit Sword, and it feels uncomfortable?

Lu Si struggled to get his little head out of the bed.

A soft, fluffy black hair looks even more messy.

He spoke to Qinghui.

"It's time for breakfast."

Then he pursed the corners of his lips and added: "If you don't eat it now, it will be cold for a while." ”

It's not tasty.

Breakfast.

Qinghui weighed sleep and breakfast.

A solemn ...... Get ready to get up.

Lu Si, who didn't understand Qinghui's reaction very well, spoke again, "There is pumpkin soup this morning, it is a pumpkin grown in the courtyard, it is very sweet, my share, I will also give it to you." ”

Qinghui's eyes widened slightly, and his original irritability instantly turned into approval.

Not bad.

Quite yes.

I also know that I have paid protection money.

Lord Spirit Sword was very pleased.

Finally, after breakfast, Qinghui, who drank two large bowls of pumpkin soup, was paralyzed on the side and basking in the sun.

Is that the ...... Very familiar salted fish paralysis.