A childhood sweetheart cannot bear the love of a bamboo horse

Chapter 340 Qinger's Suspicion (10)

"I don't understand." Qing'er sat on the edge of the bed, still staring at her lightly.Under the light, it was not very clear, but it was enough to see the expression on her small face.

"Okay, today I will be frank and honest with Qing'er." She smiled lightly, trying to pull Qing'er down, "Before being honest, Qing'er should lie down and get into the bed... Let's Slowly and honestly..." The bad eyes came out again.

Ha ha! ~ This sounds really ambiguous.

"No!" Qing'er unexpectedly refused. 
"are not you cold?"

"It's not cold, it's even colder in my heart..."
"???!!..." Trouble. 
This time, she has to be a psychiatrist. "Hey, come in, You He'er will love Qing'er well..."

"Do you really want it? I'm feeling cold. If I can't restrain myself... I'll do the bridal chamber first, and then make up the wedding ceremony." Qing'er said it very calmly, without any hint of a joke.

"Qing'er, tell me what you don't understand."

After a long while, Qing'er said, "Lou Yujin said that he found you because he accidentally heard your singing while swimming in the lake. If you are brothers and sisters, and you say you know each other very well, you won't know about your life. Is it in the prime minister's mansion? Just this alone is not justified."

"Haha, so you're wondering about this." As a result, Bihe quarreled, saying that her master was weird. After teaching each other, she said that if she wanted to find someone to practice with each other, for example, two people had to play chess. So he took her out of the mansion quietly at night, and practiced with the senior brother, etc., but the master stipulated that he was not allowed to ask the other party's identity and origin.Neither of them asked.

"The reason is so simple?"

"My weird master is always weird. He doesn't seem to be from the Mobei Dynasty. Since I saw him for the last time when I was nine years old, I haven't seen him again. He said he was going to travel farther away , I won’t come back in ten or eight years.” Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

(End of this chapter)