Chapter 6: Conventions
"Hmph~Hmph~" The little song in the kitchen has not stopped, the hall outside is quiet, Emperor Ming bowed his head in embarrassment, An Ke'er didn't turn his head and didn't speak, Ming Huang, who knew that he was wrong, was silent, but he knew that it was useless to explain this kind of thing, and the more he explained, the more he couldn't explain it!, so he just waited for it to pass slowly, this is his father's experience in fighting wits and courage for many years, but he thinks so doesn't mean that An Ke'er thinks so too......
Why didn't he speak? Did he acquiesce? Why did he ...... It's so sudden, isn't it? When will it ......? An Ke'er's heart is a little confused, the usual cleverness is gone, and now his mind is probably similar to that of Emperor Ming, maybe not as calm as Emperor Ming, after all, it is a girl, in this case, the atmosphere between the two has not eased, but is becoming more and more embarrassing...... "That ......" Finally, Emperor Ming spoke, not that he wanted to speak, but I am afraid that no one will be able to stay like this, Emperor Ming does not want his first friend to be "angry", "That ...... Well...... "Emperor Ming is hesitant, he doesn't know what to say, it's best to change the topic quickly!" Emperor Ming's forehead was a little sweaty, racking his brains to think, but he didn't have a clue when he was mixed into a paste, and only after half a minute did he hold back a sentence, "Do you want to visit my house?" As soon as the words came out, the Ming Emperor regretted it, your house is an inn, you can visit there, the only thing you can visit is your own room, right...... However, An Ke'er obviously didn't think about it, and immediately agreed, "Okay, okay~" Emperor Ming heard An Ke'er agree, and immediately didn't withdraw, it was impossible to say forget it, what is it......! Then let's go upstairs and have a look,......" Emperor Ming said helplessly, there was no way, I had to take An Ke'er to go shopping~...... The two of them got up and went upstairs, there are eight rooms on the second floor, the old floor will make a creaking sound when walking on it, both of them are silent, Ming Huang walked in front, both sides are rooms, but they are all guest rooms, take friends to visit the guest room? At the end of the corridor is Ming Huang's room, Ming Huang is a little anxious now, and he must go into his own room if he goes down like this, but how can this be? But now it is impossible to turn around and go downstairs, right? Hey~ I blame this cheap mouth, what is not good! Now it is difficult to ride a tiger! An Ke'er just followed silently, "That, Anke, where do you look?" Emperor Ming had no choice but to turn back to An Ke'er in embarrassment and said, this is your house, where are you asking the guests to go? This kind of thing can only be said by Emperor Ming...... "Ah? whatever~" An Ke'er replied absent-mindedly, the two kept walking between the talks, and now they were only a few steps away from Emperor Ming's room, Emperor Ming gritted his teeth! Fight! Isn't it just to bring the girl into the room......! Emperor Ming really feels like a strange flower!"Uh, An, Encore, that, it's my room in front, if you don't mind......" Emperor Ming said stubbornly, if Encore refuses, turn back and go downstairs immediately!Even if you may be hated!"Hmm?oh~" An Keer replied lightly, and found that Ming Huang turned his head after looking at himself, Ming Huang saw that this posture was gone, and he didn't dare to drink Anke'er to speak, finally, to the door, take a deep breath, open the door!
Emperor Ming's room is very simple, not messy, and there is nothing to put in disorder...... A bed, a table and chairs, wardrobes, bookshelves, simple furniture, the only outstanding is a bronze statue on the desk, the statue is the Ming Emperor and Dad, this is the tradition of Tianluo, called "Family Treasure Jufu" will be carved down the appearance of the family, you can gather blessings to drive away evil spirits, Ming Huang and Dad depend on each other, naturally on the two of them, because only two people were carved, Dad and the carving master quarreled for a long time to ask for cheaper...... Walking into the room, there was only a faint smell of book ink.