Song Yiran glanced at the height below, and could only be carried away by him, helpless.

As soon as she thought of being locked up in that small courtyard again, she became angry, and in the end she couldn't help it, so she simply started directly.

"Little fist punch your chest!"

I heard a muffled grunt, more like a laugh to be exact.

She was stunned for a moment, "You know what I mean?" ”

"I don't know."

"Oh." She pouted regretfully, too, how could he get this meaning, a villain

It's just a PC.

[With the opening of sensory sharing, Yan Huaiji's pectoral muscles turned out to be soft, {shy}]

Song Yiran: "??? "You're here again.

She was thrown back into the carriage again, only this time it wasn't the same rough as before, but she was put on it safely.

This made her feel uncomfortable, and she looked at him with a complicated expression.

"What do you want to do with this king?"

"Are you sick and want me to be widowed?"

"Nope." Yan Huaiji's face sank, looking at her expectant expression, "You just want this king to die?" ”

"Hmm...... How can it be. "Cut off the second half.

After the carriage moved, she looked at Yan Huaiji, who was sitting opposite, her eyes fluttered, and she couldn't help muttering, "Don't you want me to die too......"

Yan Huaiji closed his eyes and recuperated, half-opened his eyes when he heard this, and said with a smile: "If this king really wants to kill you, you won't live today." ”

Song Yiran was silent.

This is really what the villain said.

Yan Huaiji put away the evil smile, and then closed his eyes, he was busy grabbing the handle of the four kings these days, and he was indeed a little tired.

He thought to himself that this sentence was not a mouthful, but it was true, and there was a way to let her die.

It's just that I didn't expect the book to be so difficult to wear, and if you want to change your life against the sky and let a defeated villain ascend to the throne, it takes a lot of energy to deploy, and you have to do Yan Huaixiu who has the halo of the protagonist first.

Therefore, it is necessary to keep this little princess, and it will be of some use in the future.

“......”

A few days later, Song Yiran woke up from her small courtyard again, this time she was ungrounded, and although she couldn't get out of the house, she could get out of the small courtyard.

She went out into the yard to stretch comfortably.

Yay, now you don't have to demolish your own house, you can demolish Yan Huaiji's house!

stretched out, and what Yan Huaixiu said to her suddenly flashed in her mind.

And so on, clerical orders.

[Good girl, the anchor can be regarded as thinking about it, I haven't seen it for so long. 】

[Is there an original party in the live broadcast room? ] Where is the order to find the Seven Kings for the anchor? 】

[Wait, I remember writing it, the original book is millions of words, I'm trying to find it.] 】

Song Yiran watched the barrage brush past one by one, knowing that she couldn't pin her hopes on others.

So she tinkered with the stove, picked up a small basket and walked towards the study.

This kind of thing is not on Yan Huaiji, that is in the study. She put her ear to the door of the study and listened to the movement inside.

Unexpectedly, before he could hear anything, the door of the study was opened first, and Song Yiran fell directly down.

"Ouch hey!!" She smuggled, but was caught by a chest.

She straightened up angrily and smashed her fist down, and after seeing the face clearly, she shrank like a deflated ball, "Wang, Wangye." ”

Yan Huaiji looked at the mood okay, and she didn't get angry because of the punch she just made, and said, "What are you doing here." ”

"Oh yes!" Song Yiran realized that she was down to business, and continued to pinch her throat, "Lord Wang~ The concubine heard that you were in the study, and she was very tired, so she wanted to make some snacks and send them over~"

Yan Huaiji trembled, probably goosebumps.

“...... Okay, then you can put it here. ”

"No, no, no, this snack should be drunk with refreshments, two mouthfuls of cake and one cup of tea, or serve you as a concubine."

Song Yiran took the opportunity to enter his study and put a basket of pastries on the table.

Yan Huaiji at the door curled the corners of her mouth with interest, closed the door and returned to her seat, intending to enjoy the 'service' in her mouth.

Song Yiran took out the contents one after another.

He turned his eyes and took a look, what kind of pastry was this, it was clearly fried...... Flour.

I really want to drink tea, and if I don't drink tea, I'm afraid I'll be killed by oil.

He thought this girl could do some tricks.

"I'll tell you, you must not have eaten this ......" Song Yiran inadvertently glanced at his cyan expression, thinking that it should be his own speech problem, and hurriedly corrected it.

"Ahem, no, Lord Wang, this is a unique snack and delicacy in the concubine's hometown."

Yan Huaiji hummed, but his hand didn't move, and he continued to look at the paperwork.

This snack is really a bit disgusting.

Song Yiran was still full of anticipation, but seeing that he didn't move, the expectation turned into a disdainful sneer.

Sample, he must have asked her to feed him, she can't guess this little bit of caution?

Well, this is the first time my sister has made a dough cake, so it's cheaper for you. She flicked her sleeves and reluctantly picked up a piece of bread and handed it to his lips.

Yan Huaiji paused, and the fragrance crossed his nose.

Although it looks so greasy, it smells okay, and since this girl wants to please him so much, let's make it difficult for her.

Just wanted to open his mouth, Song Yiran saw that he had not moved and took it back.

"Hey, the prince is reluctant, so he can only keep the concubine and eat it himself."

Yan Huaiji: "......"

The desire to win is up.

His face sank, and then he grabbed Song Yiran's wrist to take the cake, forced her to send it to him, and bit it slightly.

Song Yiran watched his lips and teeth move slightly, his slender eyelashes vaguely covered Moyu's pupils, and his sexy Adam's apple rolled slightly when he swallowed it...... I can't help but dye crimson on my face.

Nest go, she turned out to be one

PC can't extricate itself.

[This is not ordinary

PC, this is Wang Weishi's poem

pc】

[Laughing to death, there are you everywhere.] 】

Yan Huaiji didn't know it, and nodded as if he was very approving of it.

"Okay."

“...... Oh. She came back to her senses, put the bite of the pancake back on the plate, and wiped her hands with a handkerchief.

It turned out to be one

PC is really fascinated by the idea of being in the wrong.

After a stick of incense, Song Yiran was bored and made tea for him on the side, grinding ink, his eyes glanced around and glanced, but he didn't see anything like Zhang.

Her eyelids sank for a while, she propped her head and looked at Yan Huaiji's side face and squinted, half of her legs fell asleep.

Yan Huaiji was a little tired from looking at the headache text, closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Song Yiran who was asleep.

I don't know if I dreamed of something good, the corners of my delicate lips were still smiling, and my fair and immature face was dyed with a lot of redness, which made people want to pinch it.

He was stunned for a moment, then scoffed.

Pick up the ink pen with bad intentions.