The Anarchic Consort of the Prince

When Leng Shaozhuo saw Yun Qianyue listening, he thought about it and began to talk to him. The so-called non-inflow paragraph is naturally yellow paragraph. But Leng Shaozhuo told Yun Qiangyue that they were inevitably cautious, picking and picking. Naturally, he chose half-yellow paragraphs. He said that Huang’s places were also cut down, so I heard Yun Qianyue’s ears were actually It's not yellow anymore, it's just a white water story.

He talked about several of them all the same way. Yun Qianyue finally couldn't stand it and glared at him: "Leng Shaozhuo, what paragraph are you? I've seen the top ten**, and I'm afraid you have a few yellow paragraphs? Who is this big man? Who of us doesn’t know who? Even if you’ve changed yourself, there’s no need to spoil art like this?"

Leng Shaozhuo was stunned by Yun Qingyue and asked in doubt, "What is art?"

Yun Qingyue was speechless for a while, but still told him about the concept of art. In addition, he told him that she feels that every unique thing in the world can be called art. What's wrong with Huang Duanzi? Its value lies in finding happiness from Huang Zhong, you have lost his value? Still listening to a fart?

Leng Shaozhuo was stunned by Yun Qiangyuehu for a while, but there was no sound at all.

Yun Qianyue looked at the roof and rolled his eyes. Who could imagine Leng Shaozhuo becoming one day?

"I understand a little! Well, I will tell you a full set of paragraphs." Leng Shaozhuo was silent for a moment, and seemed to finally be transparent, and smiled embarrassedly at Yun Qianyue.

"Ruzi can be taught!" Yun Qingyue nodded.

This time Leng Shaozhuo's speech is naturally the original original paragraph. Yun Qingyue heard it with relish, and there were laughter in some particularly funny places. Leng Shaozhuo didn't think it was so funny before. He played too much and was numb already. Now he speaks for himself and hears it from Yun Qingyue. I think it's really interesting. So sometimes he laughed with her, but he didn't dare to laugh so arrogantly, touching the wound on his chest, so sometimes a face turned red. Yun Qianyue can only look at him with pity, and at this time he is very unkindly thankful that he is good for blocking her sword.

At noon, Yun Qingyue had a meal in the room where Leng Shaozhuo lived. In the afternoon, Yun Qingyue was afraid that Leng Shaozhuo could not stand his throat, so he no longer asked him to talk about Huang Duanzi, but talked to each other one by one. Sometimes it’s an anecdote from childhood, sometimes it’s an anecdote outside.

For the first time, Yun Qingyue felt that she had been misled by Leng Shaozhuo's bully image. In fact, he knew a lot. But think about it and be relieved, the filial prince is as smart as a fox. Even if he spoils his son, he should learn nothing less than others. It’s just that he doesn’t see this person when he meets her. The advantages.

Leng Shaozhuo is no longer as rigid as yesterday, and talks with Yun Qiangyue much more naturally.

The two were talking. Ye Qingran entered the yard. Yun Qingyue heard the footsteps and glanced out of the window. Leng Shaozhuo naturally did not hear Ye Qingran's footsteps, and still said to her, that night Qingran came to the door and he stopped.

Ye Qingran entered the room, glanced at Leng Shaozhuo, and raised an eyebrow at Yun Qiangyue, "Little girl, when did you have a flower guard next to you?"

Yun Qianyue rolled his eyes, "More than yesterday!"

Ye Qingran chuckled, went straight to Leng Shaozhuo's bed, looked at him up and down, and suddenly reached out and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "In the future this kind of thing will help more child!"

Leng Shaozhuo made a "heep" sound, obviously the night light was very heavy.

"The night is lightly dyed. You lighter, don't you see that he is being hurt?" Yun Qianyue said immediately.

"Huh, just your thin body, you can still save the heroes, it's not easy!" Ye Qingran withdrew her hand, and said to Leng Shao Zhuo Bai's face: "Before Xiao Wang has always looked at you, it's not good, white With the reputation of the little prince like me, now I feel that you guys are pretty pleasing to the eye. Do more good things in the future, and this little prince will treat you as a person."

Leng Shaozhuo didn't speak.

Ye Qingran turned around and walked away from the bed. She sat next to Yun Qingyue and saw her sitting still, squeezing her body again, "Move me a little."

Yun Qianyue reluctantly moved a little bit and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Come and see you, no, look at the heroes who saved the beauty." Ye Qingran said: "I was at the city gate when you were assassinated yesterday, but I only got news later that you were traced to the person who assassinated you.

"Did you find it?" Yun Qianyue didn't hope.

Ye Qingran grunted, "Although I didn't catch anyone, since Ben Xiao took over the jurisdiction of East, West, North, and West, if such a big little fart place can still be tricked into the sky by someone, I will have nothing What I know is in vain."

Yun Qingyue blinked, "It turned out to be a brow."

"Not God, not ghost, there will be traces. Besides, I have been staring at this capital for a while, and I will always understand something." Ye Qingran leaned her body against Yun Qiangyue and put her head on the head without any care. Use her shoulder as a pillow, "Little girl, don't worry! The fox tail that hurts you behind you won't be hidden for long!"

"Hmm!" Yun Qingyue nodded, too lazy to ask for details again, reached out and pushed the night lightly, and couldn't push him, so she didn't sulkyly say: "You're so sorry to lean on a patient!"

"Are you sick?" Ye Qingran raised her eyebrows.

"I gave my aunt a baby, almost lost my life." Yun Qianyue hummed.

"I'm not going to lose some martial arts! It will be restored soon, trivial. Your little girl is not paper-faced, but pinched, lending me a while, I didn't sleep another night yesterday. Sleepy!" Ye Qing Dye yawned and really closed her eyes.

Yun Qianyue is speechless, even if it is not paper-faced, but his face is pinched, but he is a big man and will not pity Xiangxiyu a little bit?

Ye Qingran closed her eyes for a moment, even breathing came out, and she slept like that.

Yun Qianyue reached out and pushed him and couldn't move it. With internal force, he felt that the bitter medicine soup of the day would drink in vain. Seeing the heavy shadows under his eyes, thinking about it, let him use him as a pillow for a while!

Leng Shaozhuo looked at Ye Qingran and recovered from his painful face. He said to Yun Qianyue: "When I was a kid, I couldn't beat you, I wanted to learn martial arts, but my father Wang was afraid of my suffering, so why? Find someone to teach me. Then I found someone to teach privately, but later I felt really bitter and I didn’t learn any more."

Yun Qingyue smiled, "Practicing martial arts has the advantage of martial arts. Not practicing martial arts does not mean that nothing will happen. Sometimes you use your brain, not just military force. You don’t have martial arts and nothing."

The dark color on Leng Shaozhuo's face faded and nodded.

Yun Qianyue was just about to say something, and a bird flew in from the open window suddenly, it was Qing Cai. After it came in, it looked at Leng Shaozhuo first, then glanced at Yun Qingyue leaning on Yun Qiangyue, and finally fell on Yun Qingyue's shoulder, protruding his beak to peck Ye Qingyin.

Yun Qianyue's mouth twitched, and Rong Jingyang's even a bird guarded the master.

Ye Qingran's head was sorely pecked, his eyes did not open, and he waved his hands to pick up Qing Qing.

Qinggao evaded dexterously, and saw Ye Qingran still leaning on Yun Qiangyue's shoulder, and flew back to peck on his head. This time it was obviously a lot harder. Ye Qingran's "Hi" woke up, and suddenly sat up and turned around. When he saw Qing Cui, he immediately became furious. "You are a dead bird, dare to peck this little king, and live impatiently?"

Qing Cui fell on Yun Qingyue's palm, and looked at Ye Qingran with his small neck, staring at the black eyes, staring at Wu Qingran. How did he look like I pecked on you? What can you do with me? Quite a bit powerful.

Ye Qingran was originally confused. At this moment, she woke up a bit, squinted at Qing Cui, and reached out to grab it.

Qing Cui stood on Yun Qianyue's palm, and he did not hide.

Just when Ye Qingran's hand shook Qing cry fiercely, Yun Qianyue stopped him with a smile, "You are sleeping on me and I can't push away because you don't know how to blush, and Qing Peck should peck you too!"

"Little girl! It's just a broken bird raised by a weak beauty, and it's also worth your protection." Ye Qingran stared at Yunqianyue, glanced at the letterhead tied to the bird's legs, and snorted.

Yun Qianyue raised her eyebrows, did not speak, and could not wait to reach out and pull off the letterhead to open it. I saw in the pinyin that it said, "Write a ten-letter letter to me every day, and pass it to me by Rong Feng."

In this sentence, Yun Qiangyue's mouth twitched, did Rong Jing know she was too busy?

"Little girl, what kind of ghost character is this written?" Ye Qingran leaned over her head, couldn't understand it at all, and asked puzzled.

"It's not a ghost character, but you don't have to understand it." Yun Qiangyue took out the sticky note and feather pen from her arms, and quickly wrote a word "good", tied it to Qing's leg, and patted it. Qing Qiao looked at Ye Qingran with a warning, and flew out of the window with her wings.

"Sure enough, who raises something!" Ye Qingran snorted, her head tilted, and she lay down again.

Yun Qingyue evaded him very sensitively this time, reached for a pillow and stuffed it under his head. Although Ye Qingran was dissatisfied, he said nothing and continued to close his eyes.

Yun Qingyue stood up, walked to the table and sat down, rubbed his ink, raised a pen and began to write to Rong Jing.

Ye Qingran opened her eyes and looked at Yun Qingyue, squinted her mouth, and closed it. With his cleverness, she naturally knew that Yun Qingyue was writing a letter to Rong Jing, thinking about the beauty of the weak beauty. How did I... hummed again.

"Ye Qingran, does your tooth hurt?" Yun Qianyue looked up at Ye Qingran.

"No!" Ye Qingran was angry.

Yun Qianyue no longer ignored him, and continued to write and write.

When the room was quiet, Leng Shaozhuo was lying on the bed looking at Yun Qiangyue. Although she didn't smile, she seemed to have warm and tender eyes, her mouth slightly hooked, and she smiled without a smile. Moon is something he has never seen before. Even for the past two days, she did not have such a look at Rong Feng and at night. He was afraid of Rongjing before, but at this moment he suddenly felt that he could make this boastful, arrogant, domineering, light, cold, lazy, simple, or more complex. With such a gentle water-like look, he let him respect him more than anyone else. In recent years, the more he killed Yun Qiangyue, the more he understood, and the more difficult it was to see this look on her face.