Si Ran pulled Feng Yin up, and smiled: "There is no need to be polite, this body is dirty, come on, brother Huang will take you to wash it." Turning around, she raised her eyebrows at me who was staring blankly, "What are you doing in a daze? Come here soon."
In a hurry, I followed Si Ran to the residence of the East Palace. After waiting until Si Ran ordered the maid to take care of Feng Yin, when Feng Yin came out, I was stunned. The white clothes added a touch of elegance to the quietness. Yi, with beautiful eyebrows and phoenix eyes, half-drooped eyes closed to a sense of embarrassment, peach lips slightly pursed, a pair of small hands tangle together uncomfortably—
Seeing this, I couldn't help laughing to the extreme. This is clearly a shy lady who met outsiders when she first came out of the pavilion. What kind of prince is she? At least she doesn't even have the poise and arrogance that a prince should have.
No, I can't help it...
I took a cup of tea and drank it quickly, coughing uncontrollably, Si Ran thoughtfully handed over a square towel, I took the square towel to wipe the tea stains from the corner of my mouth, but knocked over the teacup in my haste.
Si Ran's face darkened, "What are you doing?"
"Uh... drink tea," I coughed softly to cover up my uneasiness, "Hey, don't be upset, I'll take care of it now."
I bent over, but my hand was cut by the broken cup, Si Ran's face sank again, she frowned and ordered the maid to get some medicine for trauma, when she took the medicine handed by the maid, she was very careful Put it on for me, seeing Siran's focused appearance, warms my heart.
An unusually stupid thought popped up in my mind - if Si Ran can always take care of her like this, even death is worth it!
"Uncle Huang, didn't you become an idiot by this?" Si Ran raised her lips slightly, a little funny, "This is not right, if Uncle Huang is really stupid, who would marry into the palace? If so, wouldn't the incense be cut off?" .”
"It's okay, just marry me as long as Si Ran." Without thinking about it, I said such a head-scratching sentence.
"Okay." He smiled without any hesitation.
I was stunned, and then I reacted - Si Ran's words mean I agree? Siran also has feelings in my heart, right
I couldn't help hugging Si Ran, I was so happy that I felt something was missing, I was stunned, and then I remembered, and asked with a serious face, "Where is Feng Yin? Why didn't you see him?"
It would be wrong if others found out. First of all, the level of royal face is a bit sad.
"When you were stunned, Kung Fu was picked up by a small guard. I'm afraid you have already returned to your residence." Taohua narrowed her eyes slightly, "What? Do you miss it so much after not seeing you for a while?"
Si Ran is—jealous? Yes, yes, yes, it must be jealous, even if it is not jealous, it must be jealous.
I turned serious, and replied in a matter-of-fact way: "I do have thoughts, but there is no need to think about it."
"You..." With a cold snort, Si Ran turned his back and gave the order to chase away the guests, "It's getting late, the emperor should go back to his residence, I have important things to do, so I won't see you off."
"It's still early, what's the rush?" I sat on a wooden chair beside me, poured myself a cup of tea, and flicked the floating leaves in the cup casually, "Isn't the memorial approved by the emperor? I really don't know what else Siran has. Important."
Si Ran was speechless for a moment, turned around and stared at me, sat down beside me as if unconvinced, poured a cup of tea and held it in his hand, maybe he was not thirsty at all, and just held the tea, not drinking or tasting , can't say a word.
Just like this, I sipped tea cup by cup, and when I was wasting time, I drank until the end of a pot of good tea and added another pot. The sun in the blue sky outside the house seemed to feel bored, and just shyly fell to the west.
"Uncle Huang, it's getting late, you'd better go back to your residence." Si Ran looked at the sunset and said with open lips.
"Why are you still called Huangshu? Call me Ziqing. Ziqing sounds much better than Huangshu. You see, Huangshu Huangshu, it sounds very good." I sat up straight with a serious expression on my face. serious.
"Ziqing..." Si Ran said awkwardly, but fortunately she changed her words when there were no outsiders.
"Siran," I looked at the setting sun outside the house and the gray sky, with a bitter face, "Look, it's getting late, if I go back now, I'm not halfway there. It’s already completely dark, this black light is blind, if you encounter a bandit, thieves, ghosts, ghosts or something, I’m afraid your life will be lost.”
"Bandits and thieves? Are you afraid of Yi Ziqing's martial arts?" He snorted coldly, raised his eyebrows thoughtfully, and then retorted, "Demons and ghosts? I'm afraid Ziqing has heard too many folk rumors. There are no monsters and ghosts in this world." .”
Monsters and ghosts... I don't believe it, don't I just want to find an excuse to stay? Siren how can you...
Coughing softly, I continued to find an excuse to stay: "Actually, Si Ran, I was afraid of the dark when I was young, and it's getting late, so I really dare not walk at night."
"Why didn't I hear that Ziqing was afraid of the dark when he was young? I don't know who it was. He took me to catch crickets when he was a child." Si Ran glanced at me who seemed very disappointed because the excuse was exposed. , sighed, "Forget it, come here, report to Prince Xi's Mansion, and say that it's too late, and the emperor's uncle has rested here in this palace."
"Yes." The servant replied respectfully, turned around and trotted out of the East Palace.
"Come here, prepare a wing for Uncle Huang."
The maid said yes and was about to back down, I hurriedly stopped her, "There is no need for the wing room, Si Ran, I should be able to squeeze in with you, right?"
After a while, Siran just nodded, and my extremely nervous heart was stabilized.
"Prepare water, I want to take a bath," paused, "and Uncle Huang."
After the two of us took a bath, I walked to the bedroom quite comfortably, and threw myself on the high bed embroidered with golden dragons, completely satisfied.
Si Ran's unique fragrance is everywhere...
A corner of a book under the pillow is reflected in her eyes, Si Ran is so hardworking, she even reads at bedtime.
Full of curiosity, I pulled out the book under the pillow, the pages were opened, my figure paused, and the hands and shoulders holding the book trembled uncontrollably.
"What's wrong? Are you doing..." What...
Si Ran stretched out her hand behind me and patted my shoulder. I finally put down the "Red Leaf Sword Qing Biography" wrapped in the cover of the Four Books and Five Classics in my hand. Exiting the exit, Si Ran's face sank and sank due to my laughter, he snatched the martial arts biography in my hand, snorted coldly, lay down on the bed with his back facing me, and stopped talking.
"Siran, you can do it. As a prince, you actually read these folk biographies of martial arts. I don't know how angry he will be if the emperor finds out." I joked, but Siran didn't seem to hear what I said. He was still lying on his side, not moving at all.
I climbed up and patted his back, and he waved his hand back, as if chasing flies away, very impatient.