"When she scolded me, I pretended I couldn't hear it."

Ye Xiuyan turned around her smart black eyes and smiled slyly: "Anyway, my mother is here, she doesn't dare to beat me, just scold a few words and just ignore it, just pretend not to hear." ”

"Your lobby brother isn't a thing anymore."

After getting along day and night for more than half a month, Shi Jian has already thoroughly touched the past of the old Ye family, and when he mentioned Ye Mingjie, he showed a little shame.

"Taixue's shortlisted exam is over."

Lin Jingcheng suddenly added to the words, and his sword eyebrows frowned slightly: "In two days, it will be time to release the list, Ye Mingjie is on the list, and the county government will send an official to deliver the letter at home." ”

Shi Jian complained angrily: "Bad conduct, unworthy of being an official." ”

"Being an official is an afterword."

Lin Jingcheng's right hand gently rubbed the jade pendant hanging from his waist, meaning something: "First of all, he must be able to be admitted to Taixue." ”

Shi Jian's eyelids blinked, and he subconsciously raised his head and glanced at Shizi.

Lin Jingcheng's eyes condensed, implying a hint of murderous aura.

The sword sword lowered his head, not daring to look at the prince again.

"You go to the other courtyard and tell King Lan about this."

Lin Jingcheng's thin gossamer voice came to his ears: "Tell him, there is a person named Ye Mingjie, who can't be looked down on in this world, and he will be enrolled in Taixue, let him watch it." ”

"Yes."

The sword heard the sound of his heart, and silently lit a candle for Ye Mingjie.

The prince spoke, he wants to be an official, dream!

There is no drama in this life.

"Brother Lin, what are you talking about?"

Ye Xiuyan sensitively sensed that Shi Jian's expression was wrong, as if she had heard something.

With the experience of his previous life, he subconsciously thought of the voice of the mind.

"Nothing."

Lin Jingcheng turned his head and looked at Ye Xiuyan, and instantly changed his smiling face, like a big brother next door, smiling extremely kindly and charmingly.

"It's noon, it's time for lunch, let's go back."

Ye Xiuyan's eyes flashed, she smiled with relief, and stopped asking.

"I'll row a bamboo raft."

The sword quietly breathed a sigh of relief, snatched the bamboo pole, and reached into the water with all his might.

"Brother Lin."

Ye Xiuyan glanced at the bamboo pole and winked playfully: "Who said it last time, goodbye by fate, and give me a carriage of bamboo poles?" ”

"Ahem."

Lin Jingcheng didn't expect her to remember this stubble, coughing twice, and her ears were slightly red.

"Huh."

Ye Xiuyan was amused, covered her mouth and smiled: "It seems that Brother Lin has not forgotten." ”

Lin Jingcheng touched the back of his head and smiled bitterly: "Is there a bamboo forest nearby?" I'll go cut bamboo for you in the afternoon. ”

"You don't have to cut bamboo."

Ye Xiuyan smiled slyly: "Brother Lin remembers, you owe me a favor." ”

"You can be regarded as saving my life this time, and I naturally remember your kindness."

The more Lin Jingcheng looked at Yuxue's cute little girl, the more he liked it, and the idea of thinking of her as a sister came out coldly: "Otherwise, ......."

He was just about to say when a faint silver-gray transmission note flew out of the void and levitated in front of him.

He pinched the transmission note, raised it to his ear and listened carefully, and his good mood disappeared in an instant.

"Young Master, what happened?"

Shi Jian was shocked, and his heartbeat slowed down.

Lin Jingchengjun's face was gloomy: "The divine doctor invited can't cure Junlan's leg." ”

"Hey."

Shi Jian's eyebrows darkened, revealing a little regret: "Young Master Lan's leg has been useless for nine years, and it is not easy to cure it." ”

"He's only fifteen years old, and he still has a long life ahead of him."

Lin Jingcheng's heart was gloomy: "I really can't bear to see him sitting in a wheelchair all the time, living in a gloomy life." ”