Zhao Huiwei hurriedly covered it with her hand and muttered in a low voice: "It's not for you to see." ”

"Who is that for? The girls? He shook his head and sighed: "Now people outside think that I wrote it, I am really wronged." ”

Zhao Huiwei looked at him, and saw a shallow smile in his eyes, and she became confident: "Then what to do, I don't know how to write anything else." ”

This is not printed according to her handwriting, and she can't change it.

Before Shen Mingnan could say anything, she frowned and reached out to touch his face: "How did you get it here." ”

His fingertips were soft and warm, and his dark eyes blinked: "I accidentally scratched it." ”

"Have you medicated?"

Shen Mingnan had already been on it, but his face did not change: "No." ”

"Wait, I'll get you some medicine."

Saying that, Zhao Huiwei went to look for the ointment, and Shen Mingnan looked at the love she wrote again, and there were vague words such as sending flowers, saying love words, and giving small gifts and surprises.

He pondered, girls like this?

When he saw someone coming, he stared at his hand without squinting.

"Raise your head and rub some medicine on you, why did you accidentally hurt your face so much."

He raised his head obediently, looking at her with peach blossom eyes, his eyes as black as obsidian were so good-looking, and she smeared them seriously.

He stared at her pink lips, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and then he spoke: "Yan Yan, the minister of the court impeached me for corrupting the atmosphere. ”

Zhao Huiwei tightened the lid of the medicine, and her heart was weak: "Then, what should I do?" These words have been sent out, and they can't be recycled anymore. ”

The two sat and stood together, Shen Mingnan propped his elbows on the table and supported his head, he smiled: "Yan Yan, why don't you kiss me and give me some comfort, I won't be wronged by their impeachment." ”

Zhao Huiwei looked at him and wondered in her heart: "Just one bite, don't move." ”

He didn't move, the little girl pecked him in the face with the fragrant wind, and he grabbed her soft palm as she pulled away.

"Didn't get there."

The two stared at each other, and Shen Mingnan said seriously: "I really didn't kiss." ”

He pointed to his face and motioned for another kiss, Zhao Huiwei glared at him, thinking that it was rumored outside that the king of Zhenbei had a habit of breaking his sleeves, and she approached again.

When the kiss fell, he turned his head, and Zhao Huiwei kissed him on his thin lips, breathing intertwined, and he reached out to touch the back of her head to deepen the kiss.

After a few seconds, he let go: "This time the kiss has arrived." ”

"You, you shameless!" Zhao Huiwei took a step back, her face was a little red, and she glared at him with watery apricot eyes.

Shen Mingnan's dark eyes bent slightly: "I'm just teaching you what a kiss is." ”

Seeing him like this, Zhao Huiwei also smiled: "Then I'll tell you one more thing, you are not allowed to be angry." ”

Shen Mingnan was very generous: "How could I be angry with you? ”

"My name for writing a book is Little Pumpkin."

Shen Mingnan: "......"

He suspected that something was wrong with his ears: "What's it called?" ”

Zhao Huiwei leaned closer, and the words were clear: "Little pumpkin." ”

This shameful nickname would appear again in this form, he looked at her, lost his words for a while, Zhao Huiwei looked at his unacceptable appearance, and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Actually, the little pumpkin is very good." ”

Sensing the resentment in the eyes of the man in front of her, she blinked innocently: "You are not angry when you say it." ”

Shen Mingnan stood up directly, and Zhao Huiwei grabbed his waist and drilled into his arms: "Little pumpkin, little pumpkin, how nice it sounds, don't be angry." ”

Then he looked up from his arms, the two looked at each other, and her eyes were shining: "Don't worry, except for me, no one knows that your name is Little Pumpkin." ”

Shen Mingnan: "......"

He didn't believe it!

But the little girl in front of him was coquettish and cute, Shen Mingnan was not angry, but he was a little incompetent, he licked his lips slightly, lowered his head and said in a dumb voice: "Changed the name of the writer." Also, you are only allowed to call this nickname alone. ”

She smiled and bent her eyes, "Okay, little pumpkin." ”

He reached out and stroked her hair, what could he do? Pampered.

After Shen Mingnan left, Zhao Huiwei covered her mouth and snickered, her writer's name was not a little pumpkin in the first place, but she was too proud to see him, and she couldn't help but tease him.

After laughing enough, she went on to write her second book of love.

The next day, Shen Mingnan began to think about giving a small gift, he remembered the peach blossom hairpin that he had stepped on, and then went to a cabinet and took a box out, which contained the hairpin that was broken to the skeleton, and the red gem that was broken into two petals, even if he asked someone to glue it, there was still a crack in the middle, which looked very conspicuous.

The broken mirror can be reunited, and the same is true for gems, he sighed, these were once supposed to be buried, but he was reluctant to pick them up.

He took out the crooked little yellow duck purse again, the most conspicuous thing was the word Yao, he never understood, what did she do embroidering Yao?

Don't you still want to pretend that it was Yao Nanjia who sent it? He frowned, not quite understanding, and was going to ask her when he had time.

Immediately, he thought about whether to make another hairpin for Zhao Huiwei, and after thinking about it for too long, he decided to make another one for her.

This is a new beginning for them.

After he put the things in the box, he went to tell Yan Yuan to buy them, and then he found that Yan Yuan looked a little dazed.

"What's wrong with you?"

Yan Yuan was about to cry: "Master, where is Yu Huai?" ”

Shen Mingnan raised his eyebrows: "What?" Do you miss him? ”

"There are no subordinates!" He reacted violently: "The subordinates just asked where he was, and the subordinates should avoid him in advance." ”

Shen Mingnan glanced at him lightly: "It is estimated that the corpse is still being buried." ”

One or two hundred people died in that village, and it wasn't going to be cleared in a while.

He took the list drawn up by Shen Mingnan and went to do something, Shen Mingnan originally wanted to complete it in a few days, but it was unfortunate that the Holy Maiden of Southern Xinjiang entered Beijing.

He was assigned a task by Cheng Shengquan and had to go to the city gate to pick up people.

On April 15, the city gate was wide open, and the guards on both sides were holding knives to stop them, and the people spontaneously stood behind to watch, they stretched their necks to look outside, and even Zhao Huiwei couldn't help but bring Yingluo to watch.

From her, you can see Shen Mingnan's cold back, the gilded float drove in from the city gate, the float was wrapped in a purple light veil, and a woman in purple clothes was sitting inside, and the woman couldn't see her real face with a veil.

On both sides of the float are handmaidens holding flower baskets, and there are strange fragrances coming from the places they pass by, all saying that southern Xinjiang is good at making incense, and the saints of southern Xinjiang are ten miles of flowers, and the fragrance is overflowing everywhere they pass by, blending into the world and the earth.

The float was followed by a long line of guards dressed in tiger and leopard skins, whose duty was to escort the saint to Dayan safely.

Everyone stared intently, trying to see through the veil the face of the saint with ice muscles and jade bones inside, but Shen Mingnan, after he waited for the saint of southern Xinjiang to enter the city, he sent his subordinates to take people to the post station.

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Persimmon: I applied for a nickname, and the little pumpkin doesn't match my identity!

Mu Mu: The application was rejected.