Summoning of cute beasts: Master spoiled me for 3000 years

Chapter 125 Return to the original owner
The shadows of the trees whirled, and the meandering moonlight reflected Murong Jing's exquisite and unparalleled face, Qian Chong couldn't help but slightly nodded and lowered his eyes.

"I'm going back." The voice was as soft as a mosquito, and after saying this, Qian Chong turned his head and walked towards Qingli Hall.

The next second, a strong force came suddenly, and Qian Chong felt that his wrist was being strangled in an instant, and then, accompanied by a burst of dizziness, he fell into a generous and warm embrace.

At the moment when the four eyes met, Qian Chong saw the turbulent undercurrent in Murong Jing's eyes, subconsciously dodged away, and then struggled to withdraw from his arms, and Murong Jing stared at him from the beginning to the end. Qian Chong's face.

"Qian Chong, you must have something on your mind, otherwise it would be impossible." Murong Jing opened her thin lips lightly, allowing Qian Chong to back away, and gradually let go of her wrist.He always felt that there were all sorts of things on her heart, but she never raised her spirits with anyone.

"Stop talking, it's really nothing." Before Murong Jing could finish speaking, Qian Chong interrupted his words, and took advantage of the darkness to quickly escape.If someone bumped into this scene and spread it quickly in Qingjue Xianmen, I'm afraid it will be more than a feeling of uneasiness by then.
Back in Qingli Palace, Qian Chong immediately closed the door, and then returned to the couch. She wrapped herself up in a thick quilt, and she looked like a rice dumpling.

"What should I do? Should I mention this to the master?" Qian Chong's heart was like thousands of ants crawling, scratching his heart in constant panic.It seems that there are five thousand fears piled up in my heart, and I urgently need an outlet to vent.

"What can I do if I just tell the master?" Qian Chong couldn't help feeling lonely for a while, accompanied by such a complicated and difficult state of mind, and finally fell into a deep sleep at the end of the night.

As dawn was approaching, Qian Chong was woken up by a loud noise. She quickly dressed and went to bed, and when she arrived in the courtyard, she found that Qing Yuque was jumping up and down like a monkey, and Xiaopiao was following behind him, Step by step, like a knight guarding him.

"You guys were so noisy early in the morning, please be quiet, the master is still in retreat!" Suddenly thinking that Hua Qinglan was still in retreat, Qian Chong couldn't help but frowned slightly, and then shouted at Qing Yuque.

Who knew that the little guy didn't seem to hear it, and was still dangling on the pear blossoms of Qianshu. With his strong shaking, the pear blossoms kept falling down. Qian Chong stood there watching from a distance, as if caught in a In a gorgeous dream that is endless all year round.

"Cough cough" came a non-obvious coughing sound, Qian Chong thought it was his auditory hallucination, then turned around and looked back, and saw Hua Qinglan standing there in plain clothes.

Above the eaves, there are still last night's dew floating, and the blue tiles are in the hazy morning, which is not interesting.Hua Qinglan's whole body blended into that scene, she was obviously ordinary, but she carried a majestic fairy air, ethereal and ethereal.

"Master, are you out of customs?" Qian Chong called out in surprise, and was about to run to Hua Qinglan's side. Carelessly, the long skirt caught her feet, and she felt her body shake violently , and fell directly towards the ground.

On the blue stone steps, a pair of boots inlaid with gold silk, and the hem of the pure white clothes swayed slightly in the air. Qian Chong stared at them for more than a minute.

"Xiao Chong, aren't you ready to get up?" Hua Qinglan said calmly, looking at Qian Chong who was lying on the ground with a confused face and unmoved, she wanted to laugh, thinking so, the corners of her mouth slowly twitched. Outline a sinuous arc.

"Uh, master, I..." Qian Chong's face turned red instantly, and then she got up with her elbows propped on the ground, but there were two obvious dirt on the palm, and for a while, she didn't know what to do measures.

Hua Qinglan actually smiled casually, and then relying on memory, she dropped her hand towards Qian Chong's waist. After taking out a handkerchief from the side, he was visibly relieved.

In the next second, Qian Chong's relaxed expression suddenly disappeared, and a trace of shame appeared in his eyes.Hua Qinglan slowly unfolded the handkerchief, and then stared at it with heavy eyes.

Feeling uneasy like a beating drum, Qian Chong didn't even dare to look up at Hua Qinglan's eyes, did he know after all?

"It turns out that there is a broken piece here. The flower you embroidered is very beautiful." Just when Qian Chong was full of mixed feelings, Hua Qinglan's clear voice came from above his head, and Qian Chong's eyes flashed. There was a trace of astonishment, and there was a feeling of powerlessness in an instant.

Is that really a flower?Is it Hua Qinglan's poor eyesight, or her own poor technique? She still remembers that she practiced repeatedly in order to embroider the word "Lan", and she never gave up even for a moment when the needle tip stuck on her finger.

"Yes, it's very beautiful." Qian Chong echoed immediately, and she didn't even know whether she should be happy or melancholy. The happy thing was that Hua Qinglan didn't see through her unspeakable thoughts. The word finally became the neglected scenery in his eyes.

Hua Qinglan looked at Qian Chong's bowed head, and could only vaguely see the top of her jet-black hair. She couldn't help stretching out a hand, and pulled Qian Chong's retracted hand to her face, and then used the handkerchief in her hand to , Wipe off the dirty traces little by little until the clean handkerchief is stained with a layer of dirt.

"The handkerchief is dirty, master, I'll wash it." Looking at the imprint on the handkerchief, Qian Chong couldn't help but speak softly, as if he was about to reach out to snatch the handkerchief back, but Hua Qinglan was one step ahead of her, holding the handkerchief tightly in the palm of your hand.

"Xiao Chong, since you have returned to Qingjue Xianmen, you can't slack off, and I will check your homework tomorrow for the teacher." Hua Qinglan finished these words in an extremely indifferent tone, then raised her eyes and looked at the indistinct play in the distance. The two of them walked back to the study slowly.

"Master, what's the matter?" Looking at Hua Qinglan who was walking towards the study with a calm face, Qian Chong couldn't help muttering behind his back, always feeling that something was wrong. .

Hua Qinglan stood tall, standing in front of the window, watching the pear blossoms blooming outside, and in his hand, he was still holding a handkerchief that he had just brought back from Qian Chong.

"I hope it's not what I think in my heart." Hua Qinglan's thin lips parted slightly, and the emotions in her eyes were obscure.Although I don't know when this handkerchief came into Qian Chong's hands, but now, it is finally returned to its original owner. However, Hua Qinglan's mood at this moment is not as calm as it seems on the surface, and her once calm eyes are also set off. Great waves.

　"The handkerchief is dirty, master, I'll wash it." Looking at the imprint on the handkerchief, Qian Chong couldn't help but speak softly, as if he was about to reach out to snatch the handkerchief back, but Hua Qinglan was one step ahead of her, holding the handkerchief tightly in the palm of your hand.

　　
　
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