An Ze Qingmu grimaced, and without hesitation, he grabbed the dead branch that fell on the stone table and threw it in that direction.

With a cry, Qingran dodged sideways, and the soles of his feet were smeared with oil.

In the huge national temple, surrounded by green trees, a gust of wind caresses the pages, and it can also make a very pleasant sound.

Someone stepped on the dead leaves, and the crunching sound sounded all the way, and the green leaves on the tree that had been blown down by the wind suddenly fell on a bald head, and then were taken down by a hand and sent to the tree to be buried in the soil.

The waterhole is very shallow, even with An Zeqing's height, it is only up to his chest, and the water in the waterhole is living water, there is a deep well in the mountains, the water here is brought from the well, the water quality is sweet and clear, and you can see the figure.

When looking at himself in the water through the clear water, the expression on An Zeqing's face became even more bitter, and he wiped and wiped his face with the handkerchief in his hand as if he was angry.

When a face was washed by him, the whole face was like a monkey's buttocks, white and red, and it looked very cute.

And he didn't dare to touch his face easily, for fear that it would hurt somewhere.

He promised that next time he would never let those girls pinch his face casually, because the price paid was too heavy.

If you talk about those girls, you can pinch his face, and they will stretch out their claws to him one by one and leave this kind of thing on his face.

As the saying goes, men and women don't sit at the same age at the age of seven.

Although he has not yet reached the age of seven, he is really a little man, if the people of Kyoto know that he is being bullied like this by a group of girls, what is the majesty of his belonging to the son of Her Royal Highness the eldest princess?

didn't say anything about losing Ah Liang's face, and made Daddy's face dull.

But the only thing that can be rejoiced in is that he is now a bald head, even if someone looks at him familiarly, they will not think in the direction of the son of the eldest princess of Kyoto.

After all, no one could believe that the son of the eldest princess would shave his hair and mingle in a group of monks.

An Zeqing had been afraid, but he didn't notice that on the big tree above his head, a curious gaze was glued to his back, and he understood his movements from beginning to end.

Including those lip prints on his face at the beginning.

An Zeqing retracted his messy thoughts, and silently poked his hand into the pool, wanting to wash the handkerchief stained with red traces, and then return it to Senior Brother Qingran.

Although Senior Brother Qingran's schadenfreude is really hateful, but A-Niang taught him a lot of truths, he never takes advantage of his own people, although this handkerchief doesn't seem to be very valuable, but it may be the only clean handkerchief of Senior Brother Qingran.

And clean will naturally have a clean reason.

As the saying goes, a gentleman does not win the love of others.

However, when his gaze touched a shadow in the pool, he paused to wash his handkerchief, and his gaze could not help but become strange.

Du Ziheng stared at the kid washing her face by the water with interest, she thought that she had hidden very tightly, her whole body was hiding behind the dense leaves, and no one could find her.

But she didn't know that through the reflection of water, An Ze discovered her existence early in the morning.

It was the first time she saw a little doll that looked so standard, and she saw more than the few uncompetitive little brothers in the family.