It's not good! All the male protagonists are in love with me

Early the next morning, Lan Qingya deliberately wore a dress in the color of Concubine Yang and stood there like a lotus washing in water.

She waved at Bai Churan with a smile on her face: "Ah Chu! Happy birthday!"

He stood at the door of the bedroom, looking at her like the scorching sun, so hot that it hit his eyes.

Something in his heart seemed to be touched by her.

"Owner..."

Lan Qingya waved the rice paper in her hand towards him: "Hey, today's birthday boy is the most important. You wrote it yourself, let's realize it one by one!"

It turned out that she had asked him to write down his wishes a few days ago in order to do this.

But at that time, Ying Zhao, Fu Feng, Zhu Jinghong and others had all written it.

Was it to confuse him?

He couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, and the curve became bigger and bigger.

It feels so good to be cherished and taken seriously.

Lan Qingya pulled him to sit down in front of the stone table. Looking at the wishes written on it, she couldn't help but curl her lips in disdain.

"Look at what you wrote. Eating a candied haws and getting a dough figurine is not the same as getting a magic weapon. There is no pursuit at all."

"Look, what is this? Walking in the woods with the master, this is too ordinary."

"and this..."

Bai Churan stood beside her, listening to her complaints with a smile on his lips, feeling the sweetness in his heart so strong that it could not be dissolved.

Although Lan Qingya expressed disdain, she still led him to fulfill the wishes on paper one by one.

As he watched the things he had written on the screen being crossed out one by one, Bai Churan suddenly had an idea.

He searched his mind for words to express this feeling.

happy.

Lan Qingya was like an iron, gradually smoothing out his wrinkled and confused heart.

It seems that with her, I have the whole world.

Bai Churan's handsome face suddenly turned red, and he lowered his head and smiled shyly.

He looked up at the steaming zongzi beside him and asked, "Want some zongzi?"

Lan Qingya was queuing. The old man who made dough figurines only set up his stall in the evening. She was like a child fighting for a spot with the group of kids, and was unwilling to leave the first spot she had occupied.

Hearing him ask this, she smiled and nodded: "You can try it first. If it's sweet, buy more and we'll bring it back for Yingzhao and the others to try."

Bai Churan smiled and nodded, then turned and walked towards the stall.

At this time, noodle maker Zhang also set up his stall.

Lan Qingya was the first in line and hurriedly told him to make a pair of man and woman.

After stating her request, she threw the copper coin into the old man's wooden box where he kept his money.

After a while, five or six young men in brocade clothes came in front of Lan Qingya's queue.

The leader was of medium build, with a rat-like face and eyes. He listened to the flattery of the people behind him with a wandering gaze.

"Master Ji shined at the poetry gathering yesterday. It was truly admirable!"

"Indeed, indeed, especially the one dedicated to my father, which was the best of the whole show. The county magistrate was so moved that he burst into tears after listening to it."

"Master Ji is simply a god of literature. He will definitely win first place in the provincial examination next year!"

Master Ji listened absent-mindedly. These flatteries were not original and were worse than those of the widow Wang on the street...

His eyes suddenly lit up.

"come over!"

He waved to the people behind him.

The man came forward and bowed: "What's wrong, young master?"

"Is the young lady in front of the noodle-maker Zhang's stall a real person?"

The man who answered looked over and was also startled.

"Tsk, I'm asking you a question!"

The man came back to his senses and quickly responded, "It's a real person, it's a real person!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, when has our county ever produced such a beautiful woman? She is simply like a fairy."

As Master Ji spoke, he walked up to Lan Qingya and raised his hand to touch her face.

Lan Qingya had sensed his obscene gaze a long time ago. If she had not wanted to miss the opportunity, she would have turned around and left long ago.

Even if you walk in the mortal world and cover 70% of your face, you will still be noticed.

She didn't know whether to praise him for his good taste or laugh at him for being so reckless.

When the hand reached out, she didn't dodge or avoid it, but waited for him with a sneer.

I haven't removed my arm for a long time.

However, Master Ji's hand was stopped by someone and he failed to do what he wished.

He turned to look at the handsome man who stopped him, and was stunned for a moment.

"What are you doing?" The smile on Bai Churan's face disappeared, and he looked at the man with a somewhat cold gaze.

Master Ji's eyes wandered between him and Lan Qingya, and finally fixed on Lan Qingya: "Stop talking nonsense, my father is the county magistrate here, this is my territory. I like that young lady, you...ah!"

Before he could finish his words, the angry Bai Churan kicked him several meters away.

The young masters following behind him didn't dare to step forward, and the servants behind him gritted their teeth and surrounded Bai Churan.

Within a few breaths, all these people fell to the ground.

"You, if you have the guts, don't leave! I'll go call for help, just wait!"

The simple and gentle Bai Churan showed anger for the first time.

The dough man Zhang was shocked by this sudden change. As it was a small business, he didn't want to get into trouble, so he immediately stopped what he was doing and observed the situation.

Lan Qingya sighed, picked up the female dough figurine in his hand, turned around and pulled Bai Churan out of the town.

The two of them flew towards Yalan Peak in silence.

On the way, Bai Churan recalled the surging emotions in his heart just now.

Was that anger? There was also a hint of resentment at having my happiness disrupted.

His face showed a complex expression, because the anger in his heart had not been vented yet, but he was also happy because he experienced this emotion.

He was actually angry.

Being angry, this is what this emotion feels like.

His eyes fell on Lan Qingya in front of him. Was she angry too?

Are you angry at that young master Meng Lang, or at him for insisting on having that dough man?

Maybe she was angry that he had taken the initiative to teach that group of people a lesson.

After all, the master didn't say anything.

The anger in his heart was replaced by uneasiness, and he called her carefully: "Master..."

After landing, Lan Qingya conjured up the mask and handed it to him: "They are really annoying. It's a pity that one of them is missing and we can't make a pair anymore."

He took it in a daze and looked at the dough figurine in his hand.

It was a girl in a Yang Fei-colored dress, pursing her lips and smiling implicitly, holding a string of bright red candied haws.

"Master, you don't blame me for acting on my own?"

Lan Qingya smiled: "Why do I blame you? Do I blame you for protecting my heart, or do I blame you for being so handsome in a fight?"

Bai Churan: ...

"Yes, we should avoid karma when we come to the mortal world, but we cannot allow ourselves to be bullied. It is necessary to teach them a lesson."

If it were her, she would be even more cruel.

But if we really punish her according to her temper, it would be too much.

She is just a mortal. Killing her will only add to her karma.

"So, what Ah Chu did is very good."

So she was not angry and did not blame him for acting on his own.

The anger in her heart that had not been fully vented was soothed by her and disappeared.

Bai Churan pursed his lips to hold back the joy on his face. He recalled the strange emotion he had just experienced and anxiously shared it with her: "Master, I will be angry!"