Su Yunran raised his eyes, his clear eyes were full of doubts, and his thin eyebrows frowned slightly.

Mo Qingchen smiled slightly, shattered Fenghua, and said softly: "I heard that Gongzi Yan said that your master named you Ling'er." ”

Su Yunran tilted his head, as if he was thinking about it very seriously, and Fang nodded.

"That's why this courtyard is called 'Yunling Courtyard'."

Mo Qingchen's deep voice slowly brushed past his ears, Su Yunran pursed his lips, and said as if inadvertently: "The master named me, and my name is Quanling." ”

"Exhaustive."

Mo Qingchen pondered a little, his eyes flashed, and he said with a smile: "This name is very good." ”

Su Yunran nodded, looking up at the scene in the courtyard, his expression was careless, and his whole body exuded a lazy smell.

"Senior brother is called Jiya."

"Your master and other fellow disciples all call you Ling'er?"

"It's not."

Su Yunran shook his head, a shallow smile appeared on his delicate face, revealing a look of memory, the corners of his lips were raised, the green silk hung down properly, and his clear voice was full of quietness.

"The master calls me Xiaoling, senior sister and other senior brothers, some call me Xiaoling, and some call me junior sister directly."

"Only Senior Brother Wanya called me Ling'er."

Su Yunran said quietly, his eyes trembling, flickering with a small light.

As if recalling something good, the smile on his face was soft and bright, flawless and clear.

Mo Qingchen only listened quietly, and did not bother, only occasionally interjecting a sentence to maintain this warm topic, his eyes as deep as ink, rippling with soft ripples, with an undisguised pampering color.

"Your senior brothers and sisters, are they all the best words?"

Mo Qingchen walked into the room, sat down at the table, put Su Yunran firmly on his lap, and asked casually.

Su Yunran blinked his clear eyes, looked at his slender and white fingers, as if he was carefully observing the blood vessels on them, and replied, "No, I am the same master as Senior Brother Duanya, so we both start with the end." ”

"You have a deep relationship with Wanya?"

For some reason, Mo Qingchen asked this question, although he already knew the answer and could understand it, but he always felt depressed in his heart.

Su Yunran tilted his head, glanced at Mo Qingchen with fluttering eyes, and replied, "Of course." ”

"So ······"

"Master."

Mo Qingchen lowered his head slowly, his stunning face gradually approached Su Yunran, and his tone was serious but a little hesitant to say something, but he was interrupted by a voice.

After saluting Mo Qingchen, Wuchen by the door did not hesitate at all, and then saluted Su Yunran, and said extremely respectfully: "I've seen Miss Seven." ”

Being interrupted at such a time is obviously not a good experience.

Mo Qingchen turned his head suddenly, the tendons in the corners of his forehead jumped suddenly, and his eyes, which were still full of tenderness, suddenly became sharp and cold, as if they had been quenched with cold ice, with a substantial murderous aura.

Feeling the unhappiness from Mo Qingchen, Wuchen couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart, very aggrieved, but he still kept his face calm and said respectfully: "Master, breakfast is ready." ”

So, master, the subordinates didn't mean to disturb the good things of you and Miss Seven.

Miss Seven hasn't had breakfast yet, so why should she let the family eat before cultivating her feelings.

At this moment, a chuckle broke the slightly heavy atmosphere.

Mo Qingchen turned his head and saw Su Yunran slightly tucked his sleeves, hid his face and chuckled, his thin shoulders kept trembling, and his laughter was light and bright, like a light bird song, which was very moving.

"Qingchen."

After laughing enough, Su Yunran calmed down, quietly leaned on Mo Qingchen's warm chest, and said with a smile.

"I'm hungry, let's have breakfast first."

Mo Qingchen's expression was slightly moved, the frost on his face receded a lot, the cold and sharp outline softened suddenly, his eyes swelled with warmth, and his voice was low and mellow, with a little coaxing a child.

"Okay, let's have breakfast first."

Then, Mo Qingchen turned his head and instructed Wuchen, "Let someone send it over." ”

Wuchen lowered his head, respectfully answered "yes" and quickly left, as if some monster was chasing him behind him, with a little panic and panic.

It's terrifying.

The masters are kind and loving, and they can't bother rashly.

However, the master's sweetheart did not eat breakfast, starved, and his own fate was also very miserable.

So, he's also very embarrassed.

Wuchen frowned, with a grievance on his face, but deep down, joy emerged.

The master finally brought Miss Seven back, and he and the other guards thought that Miss Seven planned to stay with the master forever.

Fortunately, Miss Seven finally responded to her master's wishes.

Looking at it like this, the relationship between these two people is progressing quite quickly, and they are both hugging and sitting on their laps.

Thinking like this, the aggrieved look on Wuchen's face immediately dissipated, and it was replaced by a deep smile, which looked extremely weird.

Suddenly, there was a tingling pain in his left shoulder, and he came back to his senses, but he saw Lin Shu dressed in black, holding a long sword and leaning quietly under a tree not far away, his face was cold, and his eyes were very strange.

"Stop laughing."

"Looks too silly."

Lin Shu calmly brushed his sleeves, held his long sword steadily, glanced at the dust coolly, leaned lazily on the trunk, and spoke casually.

Hearing this, Wuchen couldn't help but feel depressed in his heart.

This Linshu, why does he always look down on people so much?

Is it a great thing to be Miss Seven's secret guard?

Wuchen snorted coldly, walked into the kitchen quite arrogantly, and instructed Wuze and Wuqing to send breakfast to the room where Mo Qingchen and Su Yunran were, with a mysterious face.

Wu Ze and Wu Qing were naturally full of curiosity, but they still tried their best to maintain the appearance of their secret guards, calmly holding breakfast, and their faces were serious.

Linshu leaned quietly under the tree from beginning to end, with his eyes closed, and the melting sunlight passed through the branches and leaves, sprinkled on Linshu's body in fine pieces, with a warm temperature.

The long sword in his hand seemed to be covered with a layer of transparent water vapor, glowing with a gentle aura, which restrained a lot of coldness and fierceness.

Lin Shu leaned here quietly, motionless, and even the three of Wuchen came back from breakfast, excitedly talking about how intimate Su Yunran and Mo Qingchen were, how the two were compatible, and even talking about when the two would be able to achieve good things in the future.

Lin Shu never moved, and he didn't even change his posture.

The long sword was firmly wrapped in his arms, and there was an unknown coldness hidden in the gentleness.

A world of its own.

The clear wind gently brushed his cheeks, with a few petals, and fell on Lin Shu's body leisurely, lingering with a faint fragrance.

***

In the room, Su Yunran was quietly staring at Mo Qingchen, and the atmosphere was very weird.

Mo Qingchen held the spoon, lowered his head slightly, put it to Su Yunran's mouth, and said softly: "Eat." ”

The corners of Su Yunran's mouth twitched, and he simply said, "I'll come by myself." ”

As he spoke, Su Yunran struggled to come down, but he was tightly held by Mo Qingchen, and his ears were full of scorching breath, bringing bursts of redness.

"I'll feed you."

Mo Qingchen chuckled, the hand holding the spoon did not take it away, and his tone was gentle but extremely resolute.