Girl Shen's strategy for chasing his wife

Lan Mengmeng was confident, Chi Heng glanced at her, and said in his heart: This is a rich and powerful young lady with a big enough ostentation.It's just a trip out, and the whole set of white porcelain and celadon cups is taken with me, so it's not too troublesome.

However, on rainy days, Longjing brews with a fragrance, the tea is lingering, and the white mist that rises is really warming. Just looking at it, one can't help but imagine how warm the tea is when it enters the throat.

"How about it? Half an hour, don't delay your business."

Chi Heng moved.

Seeing that 'him' was moving, Lan Mengmeng finally found a place in the field she was familiar with, and said proudly: "I only want to talk to you because I see you are born well. I need to know that when ordinary people come to me, I don't even bother to look at them." One glance."

"Then I have to thank you more?" Chi Heng was heroic, with arrogance surging up, his youth full of vigor, with a beauty beyond age and gender.

Miss Lan has never seen a boy like 'him' in such a long time, she was lost for a while.

Not to mention her, even Lan Xiao who was guarding her sister was speechless: How many girls will he harm in the future if he grows up like this?

Shen Qinghe coughed softly, and the smile hanging from the corners of Chi Heng's eyes and eyebrows faded away, and he said immediately: "I have to discuss it with my elder sister."

"Go ahead and discuss it." Lan Mengmeng said.

It was said to be a discussion, but she turned around and held Miss Shen's sluggish hand. The hot and cold agitated her, and she was surprised: "Why is it so cold? Sister, you—"

"It doesn't matter." Shen Qinghe struggled free from the slender hands held by her, the cold air rushed all over his body, even though suppressed by the powerful medicinal effect of [Longyan Pill], the back of the white jade-like hand was still faintly blue.

"Otherwise, I'd still..."

"Or what?" She chuckled.

Chi Heng spoke to her in a soft voice: "It's better to borrow their pillows to keep you warm at night, so that my sister can suffer less."

"I'm not afraid of suffering."

"Maybe less suffering, why not rush to suffer?"

Shen Qinghe's eyes were calm, "The two evils are the lesser of two evils, I suffer, it's better than seeing you accompany an irrelevant outsider for me."

Her words are correct, the former is "irrelevant", and the latter is "outsider". These words are not only unpleasant, but also indescribably weird to my ears.Miss Lan felt dissatisfied.

Thinking that there was some important reason, Chi Heng smiled freely: "I don't care, so why not?"

When going out, it's not a big deal to lose your face. Qinghe and sister can get a good night's sleep because of this, so why not?

She spoke casually, and Qinghe's heart trembled: "But I care."

"I don't even care..."

Chi Heng didn't understand her 'care', and met those firm eyebrows and eyes while talking and laughing, his throat was blocked and he couldn't speak.

Since she had nothing to say, she folded her body and wanted to kill and then play to drink tea and chat with others.

In an instant, Shen Qing and his knuckles were white, and his voice was like falling snow covering green tiles, lightly reaching the little general's ears.

Not much to say, just two words:

"you dare."

Not to mention the weight of every word, it was even as light as a feather and as cold as flying frost, Chi Heng suddenly stopped in his tracks.

She dare not.

A few years ago, she hid in the dark and secretly witnessed the scene of Wan Wan's cold attack. In this life, she never dared to make her feel unhappy.

It is not right to say that you dare not, dare not go inside, more importantly, you cannot bear it.

The cold disease is like a nail drilled into the bone, day after day, year after year, tormenting the girl who should be passionate and wielding knives and guns, but no matter how envious Wanwan is of her martial arts practice, she can only be aggrieved in the snow. Hide in the house, copy books and meditate.

Also born in the general family, she understands Shen Qinghe's tenacity and forbearance better than anyone else, that is the stubbornness of the mouth that will not utter a word even if the knife is cut on the flesh and blood.

She looked back slowly, her eyes filled with distress and helplessness.

The little general who never listened to anyone's persuasion was persuaded, Qing He's brows were quiet and raised, as if a thousand troops had fought a great victory before the battle.

Lan Mengmeng was still waiting for the young man to take the initiative to accompany her to relieve boredom, which was good, the sick beauty completely disrupted her plan with a few words.

She could see that the girl was in poor health.

She didn't give up, "I really don't want it? I don't want it for free? Not only do I have thick quilts, but also refreshments, piano and chess, all kinds of sour and sweet snacks..."

The eldest lady chattered endlessly, and Chi Heng's mind was shaken. He didn't dare to make up his own mind to make people angry, and leaned over and whispered: "Sister, don't you want to give it for nothing?"

The clear and warm breath rushed to the ears, and Qinghe's heartbeat suddenly missed a beat. He forced his reason to subdue the restless heart ape, so he would not allow 'him' to be coveted by others because of some small favors.

She smiled and shook her head, "I don't want it, but you can."

How can a body that has survived the rain, snow and wind and frost be so vulnerable?The little general lost interest, "What am I going to do? I don't need those."

Lan Mengmeng believed that she had the winning ticket, and kept talking: "Steamed lamb, steamed venison leg, roasted whole lamb that was grilled two hours ago, the taste is two points worse when it is cold, and it can still be eaten after heating... "

She talked on and on, and Chi Heng wished to offer these to her sister Qinghe, but even if she held them in front of her, Qinghe wouldn't like it, and might even sulk with her, angry at her self-indulgence because of her stuttering.

There was noise in her ears, and she was upset for a while: "Okay, stop talking, my sister doesn't want it, and I don't need it, thank you for your kindness."

"..."

Is there such a thank you?

If you really want to thank me, why don't you even have a smile, just rely on your good looks, change to an ugly one, and see if I ignore him!

Miss Qianjin's temper came up, Lan Mengmeng didn't bother to talk to her anymore, she was served by the left and right maids to finish a delicious meal that was rare in rainy days, after dinner, she also tasted half a plate of fresh seasonal fruits.

She was very at ease, and Chi Heng's teeth ached seeing her.

"Why, is A Chi hungry?" Qing He bent his eyebrows jokingly.

"I'm not greedy, do we still eat less delicacies? It's just that my sister doesn't even have a decent dinner."

"Don't feel bad."

Chi Heng is open-minded by nature, so he thought about it and said with a smile: "Sister, go to sleep, I will watch over you, you can rest assured."

With her here, Qinghe is naturally at ease, even more at ease than sleeping in [Xiuchun Courtyard].

The passers-by on the opposite side arranged the ink screen in an orderly manner. Seeing their demeanor, the little general was in a state of mind, regretting that he hadn't prepared well for this trip.

Waiting for Qinghe to lay down her clothes, she picked up a long wooden stick, sharpened one end with a knife, inserted it into the ground with force, fixed both ends, and put a wide-sleeved black robe on the top, so as to hide strangers, especially the The man in the blue robe glanced at him.

After doing this, she stood cross-legged on one side, with her sword across her knees, as if she was a sleepless guard.

Qinghe is a light sleeper, with a careful heart, and knows what she has done without opening her eyes just by listening to the movement.

In fact, she has all the preparations on the opposite side, and puts her outfit on Qin Se's place. Counting the days, it's time for them to come to Luan City to join her.

Tiredness hit her, and she couldn't allow her to think too much, so she fell asleep obediently.

Take a good rest and don't drag Achi down.

"Aren't you going to sleep?"

Chi Heng didn't want to make a sound to disturb the sleeping girl behind him, so he shook his head slightly, his upper body was as straight as a sword, and like a silent and tall poplar in the northwest.

Seeing this, Lan Xiao's heart trembled, this young man...

It was late at night, and the wind and rain did not stop.

In the ruined temple, except for Chi Heng and the four guards of the Lan family, everyone else has fallen asleep.

In the second half of the night, the little general was full of energy and his eyes were bright. When he was bored, he practiced kung fu and meditated.

Outside, the rain was getting heavier.

Qinghe slept restlessly, frowning, and murmured "A Chi" in his sleep. Chi Heng suddenly opened his eyes, walked in lightly, and knelt down in front of the rough straw bed.

The girl's delicate body was curled up, her limbs were cold, and when she was unconscious, a soft warm current flowed along her pulse to her limbs and bones, carefully protecting her heart.

This continued for half a quarter of an hour, the thin frost that had condensed between the eyebrows melted away, the cold thawed, the nightmare dispelled, and the sleeping face revealed a bit of cuteness that was not seen in ordinary days.

All night, Chi Heng was wasting his true energy to warm her muscles and bones.

When Lan Mengmeng woke up, it was raining heavily outside.After washing and washing, the screen was removed, and I saw a young man with a knife on his knee seven or eight steps away, what happened before going to bed, and what happened when he woke up.

Guessing that this person stayed up all night, she clicked her tongue in amazement: "You are so kind to your elder sister, you are so considerate."

Chi Heng was busy practicing his skills and adjusting his breath, so he had no time to talk to others.

She suffered a lot, using the congenital skills she practiced since she was a child as the method, and the true energy circulated along the twelve main meridians and the eight extraordinary meridians of the whole body for three big cycles.

A faint white air wafted from the top of his head, consciously recuperating for the most part, the little general opened his eyes, and the pupils regained their charming expression.

She is more energetic than the brothers and sisters of the Lan family thought. Lan Mengmeng twitched the corners of her mouth, envious and jealous: her skin looks better than hers after a night of sleeplessness, it is really unreasonable.

Lan Xiao's mind was shocked, what a young master who hides his secrets!

He was obsessed with martial arts, and wanted to try Chi Heng's martial arts, but he couldn't find the opportunity.

"Sister, are you awake?"

Chi Heng thoughtfully brought bamboo cups, green salt, water, toothbrushes, etc., Qinghe fell asleep, wearing a green silk shawl, when he saw her suddenly, his earlobes turned red uncontrollably, and he tightly covered the woolen blanket , tap your chin.

"I'll prepare everything for my sister. My sister washes up first, and I'll watch outside."

She left happily, Qinghe let go of the embarrassment in her heart, got up to tidy up and describe.

With her hands submerged in warm water, her fingertips felt warm, she lamented Achiliang's hard work, and then stared blankly at that thin white wrist.

Is it a dream?

Last night was cold and rainy, but it was the warmest sleep she had had in more than ten years.

"Brother Chi, can you help me deal with these prey?"

The girl's delicate voice interrupted Qinghe's contemplation, and she narrowed her eyes slightly: "Brother Chi?When did Ah Chi get along so well with her?

Chi Heng was very annoyed: "I am a year or two younger than you, why are you shouting?"

"Then, brother Chi?"

"..."

The little general kept his mouth shut and turned his head away from her.

It's still raining outside, Lan Mengmeng can't find anything to do but provoke this beautiful boy who caught her eye.

As a righteous brother, Lan Xiao is not a direct brother after all, so he can't control her, so he can only sit on the sidelines and watch the fun.

As soon as he turned his head to the west, Chi Heng's clear and clean voice followed: "Do not despise evil, how many times do I need to say this, Mr. Lan, to remember this truth?"

Mr. Lan's surname is Lan, and Lan Xianzhi's surname is Lan. This Lan is not Bi Lan, and the pronunciation is the same, which is enough for the little general to feel upset. What's more, this man is so vicious that he looks at Qing and his sister from time to time.

Across the simple 'curtain', Chi Heng didn't believe he could really see anything, but even if he saw a shadow, she seemed to swallow a fly.

Thinking of this, Tang Dao drew out of its sheath, and the blade pointed directly at Lan Xiao's throat, "Are you really taking my words as a deaf ear?"