[Madame thinks about what you think and you want to die]

Whether it is literal or connotative, the meaning of these words cannot be underestimated by Qin Lang.

What's more, this is a message from a third person, Qin Lang, who didn't meet the county lord of Qingli for the first time, saw the maid Tao'er crying and chirping at this time, it was really hard to imagine what the situation was like with Su Yinhua, and his heart suddenly hung up, and he couldn't help but raise his legs and walk into the door of the county lord's mansion.

But after taking two steps, he still stopped and turned his head to look at Gu Jin and Su Yupan.

"I..."

"What else you, you, me, me, me! Why don't you go soon? ”

Gu Jin stomped her feet, pushed her hands towards Qin Lang's back, and even wanted to kick him directly.

At this time, he still has to worry about other women... Isn't it stupid...

Sumire sneered in her heart.

After all, her relationship with Su Yinhua is also very deep.

But then again, in his subconscious, was he really just indifferent to Qin Lang's small turn this time, and didn't feel so relieved because of it...?

Presumably there is.

At least Su Yupan also has.

"Sumire."

"Holy?"

"You can go check it out, too."

"Huh?"

Gu Jin was slightly stunned:

"Holy Lord, you don't..."

"The silver bottle is good, I've already found out, so I don't..."

The empress pursed her lips slightly, and the deep concern and distress on Qin Lang's face when she heard the news of her sister flashed in her mind.

“……”

So, my heart was slightly sour for no reason, and the word "disturb" couldn't be spoken.

"Go ahead, I've been in retreat for a long time, and I should go back to the palace earlier."

"Yes."

Gu Jin naturally didn't guess the emperor's thoughts, and was ordered to enter the county lord's mansion.

"Your Majesty, Tao'er will find someone to prepare a carriage and horses."

"No, you can go back too, I... Go back alone. ”

"Oh, yes..."

The empress brushed her sleeves away, as if she used some kind of mysterious steps, seemingly stepping out in a leisurely step, but in fact, she was a few feet away in the blink of an eye, and soon her back disappeared in the direction of the palace.

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The other side.

Squeak –

In the middle of the night, and the thousand-handed master who specialized in guarding the county lord was not there, so with Qin Lang's light skills at the level of a half-step grandmaster, he easily came to Su Yinhua's boudoir as if he was in a no-man's land, and pushed the door open.

The beauty of the furnishings and beds in the house was under Qin Lang's eyes, but Qin Lang had no intention of appreciating it, sniffed the air, and the sandalwood was curling, but the smell of the Su silver bottle in his memory was very light, and then bypassed the jade screen, and there was no one behind the silk curtain.

"Qin... Qin Shaoxia! Call... Call... Qin Shaoxia——! ”

Qin Langzheng was puzzled, he obviously came from the path pointed out by Tao'er, and he shouldn't have taken the wrong way.

As a result, the panting little girl behind her carried her skirt and trotted all the way over, out of breath:

"Qin... Qin Shaoxia, you're so fast..."

“……”

Qin Lang's eyebrows trembled subconsciously, and Tao'er, who was full of poetry and books, immediately waved her hand, and her red face, which was already running, added a thick layer of shame:

"Ahh Tao'er didn't mean that Qin Shaoxia couldn't do it! Qin Shaoxia is burly and a master of martial arts, at first glance... It's long-lasting..."

“……”

Qin Lang's eyebrows trembled even more.

Is this little girl okay?

Thinking of a certain big wave woman, how do you feel that the maids in these years are not very serious?

That's it, Qin Lang didn't bother to talk to the little girl of Huaichun at this age, and asked directly:

"Where's the silver bottle?"

"That's right! Madam! Shaoxia, Tao'er just wants to tell Ling that Mrs. hasn't lived in the boudoir for a long time. ”

"Huh? So where does she live? ”

"Madame, she... I usually live in the study and have lived for a long time..."

……

Qin Lang frowned, squeezed his fist and let go.

A good county lord, if you don't honestly enjoy the glory and wealth, you don't live in a good boudoir, what kind of study do you live in? What the hell is she doing?

"Where's the study?"

"Over there! Next to the back garden, go to the end! ”

Tao'er pointed out the direction again, Qin Lang was a little foot, and soon there was no one again.

Momo tried to follow again, but was tapped on the shoulder by a hand.

"Thousand-handed-sama?"

"Let him... Go alone. ”

"Oh..."

……

When Qin Lang arrived at the study, this time, as soon as he pushed the door, a shallow familiar fragrance surged up the tip of his nose.

So at this moment, Qin Lang's heart seemed to be relieved like an instant peace.

Stepping into the threshold, first of all, it was an expensive bookcase that was very in line with the identity of the county lord of Qingli, and the first time Qin Lang saw it, he was attracted by the drawing paper on it.

"This is..."

On the picture scroll spread out horizontally, there is not a high-completion Danqing work, but a portrait of a person lined up.

This seems to be a casual way of drawing, but it is quite suitable as a kind of comic book practice.

Frontal side.

Emotions.

Hair is sent out in bundles.

Every face on the picture scroll is the same man, Qin Lang.

“……”

Fingertips stroked those portraits, the corners of Qin Lang's lips unconsciously raised the arc, and what appeared in his heart was the figure of the beautiful woman with resolute eyes wielding a pear knife in the morning light, her pretty face was covered with beads of sweat, chic and hard-working.

After a long time, although Qin Lang didn't know how her martial arts were doing, and how far she had advanced from the dream of the great grandmaster in her heart, but at least she found out now...

Her paintings... It turned out to be so well drawn.

Could it be that she is actually the type who is good at writing but not good at martial arts?

Qin Lang was quite surprised by this.

But what is even more surprising is that there seems to be more than one picture scroll on the table.

"Huh?"

He slowly rolled up the first piece of paper, and sure enough, there was another one underneath.

There are also several portraits of Qin Lang, some of which are duplicates of the first one, and some of which are not.

Roll up one more, and there's a third one below.

It's still a row of "Qin Lang", but this time, the level of the painting seems to be slightly inferior to the one on the top.

Next comes the fourth, the fifth...

Qin Lang was more and more shocked, he thought that the thickness of this desk was very thick, but this time he found that the reason why the desk felt thick was entirely because there were one or two hundred picture scrolls on it!

And the higher you go in the new work, the better the painting skills are.

The further down the old work becomes, the more jerky it becomes.

In the end, Qin Lang simply flipped to the first one, and the look of surprise on his face was even more funny.

I saw that on the first picture scroll, like a child's graffiti, a round pig's head was drawn, and two words [Qin Lang] were scribbled on the left.

Just looking at the painting, Qin Lang could imagine a certain county lord at that time, rolling up his sleeves and holding a pen, with a faint and resentful appearance.

It turned out that, like martial arts, she was not born good at anything.

But just like martial arts, she practices hard every day.

In the days when Qin Lang was away, she was still doing what she was best at, which was [persistence].

Insist on practicing martial arts.

Keep practicing drawing.

insisted on missing the sweetheart who promised her to come to the capital to find her.

"Hmm..."

“！”

An extremely subtle dream sounded, and Qin Lang looked sideways at the inner hall on the right side of the study.

There was a faint candlelight there.

In front of a narrow soft couch, two silver-white embroidered shoes rested quietly on the ground, on the soft couch, a soft body in a cyan skirt was curled up slightly, and a pair of beautiful feet wrapped in white socks under the skirt were like two snow-white hind paws exposed by a little rabbit lying in the nest.

“……”

Dare this guy sleep here like this every day?

Qin Lang's expression was a little speechless, but his heart was warm and painful.

Because after looking at the thick stack of picture scrolls, he probably guessed why this stupid county lord didn't sleep in his boudoir, and had to nest in the study every day...

Qin Lang tiptoed over, not daring to wake up the sleeping beauty, and then carefully sat down next to the beauty pillow, looking at the elegant woman's bun behind her head that looked a little messy because of the lack of care, and couldn't help but reach out and flick it slightly.

"Hmm... Qin..."

“……”

She raised her good-looking eyebrows in her dream, and a jade hand was still scratching indiscriminately, Qin Lang subconsciously reached out again and pinched her cold fingers in the palm of her hand.

It was raining on the way to the capital, and it was also rainy outside, and this study didn't block the wind much, but she was stupid to sleep here.

Even if he has a very thick blanket on his body, but when he is restless in his dream, isn't this hand still frozen?

“… Lang..."

Her dream sounded again, Qin Lang lowered her head, looking at her pretty face exactly the same as the empress, but for some reason, even if she didn't need to open her eyes, she could always feel the breath that belonged to her sister Su Yinhua, not her sister Su Yupan.

……

Qin Lang gently pinched her fingers like this, and leaned on the armrest slightly, ready to wake up with her silently first.

"Huh?"

However, before closing his eyes to recuperate, Qin Lang also found a strange thing in front of the soft couch.

"Pencil holder? How do you put it here? ”

A jade pen holder was actually placed on the ground, and there were four or five brushes thrown inside.

Qin Lang picked up one casually and looked at it, it was a very soft sheep's hair, and said it was brand new, there was indeed no ink.

I rubbed the tip of the pen with my fingers, and it was wet and slimy, and I didn't know what it was, but it was full, and when I took it out of the pen holder, it seemed to pull up a long thread of water.

Hiss...

Is this paste?

But it doesn't seem to be as thick as a mush...

And the smell ...

Qin Lang asked, there is an indescribable fishy sweetness on the brush, but it is different from the taste of blood, the key is that it has a very strong body fragrance unique to Su Yinhua, and it smells good all in all.

Qin Lang really didn't know what these pens were doing in front of the couch, so he honestly put them back in their original places and began to settle down.

……

Until the next day, after a night of wind and rain, the sun was shining.

"Hah

Qingli County Lord Su Yinhua woke up in a somewhat poignant dream as usual, rubbed his sleepy eyes and the faint wet marks at the corners of his eyes, and then the whole person suddenly sensed that something was wrong, and grabbed the falling pear knife beside him to turn over.

However, when she saw the smiling face sitting beside her, as if she had come out of her dream, the pear knife in her hand slipped down with a "clang".

"Early."

Qin Lang looked at the beautiful woman in front of her, whose eyelashes were gradually trembling more and more, and slowly raised his hand and hugged a fist:

"Su Nuxia, long time no see."

(End of chapter)