Princess, the lord has come to beg for marriage again!

Chapter 213 Master, what the hell are you thinking about?

Chapter 213 Master, what the hell are you thinking about?

Shen Qingyi was tightly hugged by Jun Qingchen's waist, leaning against his face, the tip of his nose was the unique Su Hexiang on his body, and his whole body was endowed with soul.

While intoxicated, she quietly opened her eyes, and what she saw was a coquettish and somewhat penetrating face, with a bit of intoxication.

Under the warm yellow candlelight, there is a vague sense of charming charm, which makes people's hearts beat.

"Qingqing, you are not paying attention."

At some point, the thin lips moved close to her ear, and the hot breath rushed into the ear hole, causing a slight itching.

She was still thinking foolishly, it was just feeding mooncakes, so there was no need to be distracted.

By the time she realized it, she was already lying on the bed.

Since the first bold attempt, every year since then, I have followed the same pattern.

What is gratifying is that Jun Qingchen comes back earlier every year.

Until the end, she simply delved into the art of brewing wine and brewed sweet-scented osmanthus wine by herself, so Jun Qingchen stopped drinking secretly outside.

When Mid-Autumn Festival came, she would stay at the mansion and drink the sweet-scented osmanthus wine she brewed. Even if she was drunk, she would still be in the palace, so she felt much more at ease.

The two sat at the table, one drank silently, the other watched him drink quietly, and sometimes helped pour the wine.

The only bad thing is that when Jun Qingchen is drunk, he likes to hug her and act cute, making all kinds of shameless demands.

Moreover, the drunk Jun Qingchen is extraordinarily strong, he likes to toss people, he does all kinds of tricks, he is really weak.

Every time I wake up the next day, it will be after noon.

Shen Qingyi curled up on the bed, shameless to see others, and vowed not to let him succeed next time.

But she also knew that this oath had no effect at all, it was purely self-deception.

Because as soon as he acted like a baby, she would soften her heart and become chaotic, agreeing to everything and letting him do whatever he wanted.

"Miss? Miss! Why are you staring at the plate of peach blossom cakes in a daze?"

Meteor saw Dugu Xuejiao sitting there, motionless, staring at the plate of peach blossom crisps in front of him.

Yu Xiao's thoughts were more delicate, and she looked at her red eyes, the corners of which were glistening with moisture.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly handed over the handkerchief, "Miss, why are you crying? This peach blossom cake is very well made."

Meteor also echoed, "That's right, not only does it look good, but it also tastes great, better than anything I've ever eaten before."

Dugu Xuejiao put the veil on her eyes, her voice was soft.

"I'm fine, maybe when I just made the pastry, my hands got a little spicy."

Meteor and Yuxiao looked at each other, we made peach blossom crisps, not spicy chicken, how could there be peppers?

But the two of them tacitly stood aside and said nothing more.

Dugu Xuejiao sat dryly for a long time, and did not stand up until her mood stabilized.

"Let's go, let's go to Third Brother's courtyard."

As Dugu Xuejiao walked, she was still immersed in deep sadness.

Maybe it's because I often see Jun Qingchen recently, I always think of the past unconsciously.

It's better to be rare in the future.

As soon as the idea came up, I thought that I would go to Tingfeng Tower later, maybe I will see you soon.

Alas, my heart is blocked.

General's Mansion, Xiayu Courtyard.

Dugu Moyu sat at the table, holding a brush in one hand, and pressing the rice paper with the other, writing and drawing with full momentum.

It's a pity that this momentum lasted for a quarter of an hour, and the whole person collapsed limply on the table.

He looked at the messy desktop, what about the Four Books and Five Classics, what about the art of war, his mind was about to explode.

So tired, so bored, so annoying, not happy.

The thought that the third son has always carried out is that if I am not happy, no one else will be happy either.

Turning his head to look at the two tall and mighty door gods in front of the door, peach blossom eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth curled into a smirk.

He raised his hand and tugged at the bell hanging from the side.

jingle--

Dugu Jian walked in with a dark face and stood in front of him expressionlessly.

"Third young master, what's the matter with you?"

Dugu Moyu picked up the rice paper on the table and spread it out in front of him.

"Look, the quality of this rice paper is too bad. The best rice paper should be soft and tough, as smooth as jade, not decayed or decayed, and the ink is ever-changing.

But if you look at the things in front of you, they don't have any of the above characteristics. The words I wrote are not as good as they used to be.

Hurry up to Mao'er Hutong and buy me Sheng Yunhuang's rice paper.

Their family's rice paper is the best, and the written words and ink rhyme are clear, well-defined, full of backbone, thick but not muddy, light but not gray.

Only the best rice paper is worthy of my calligraphy. The calligraphy and paintings are vivid on the paper, with high spirits and bright eyes. "

Chirping, saying a bunch of incomprehensible things.

Dugu Jian with a dazed expression: Young Master, don't bully me for not studying enough.

Dugu Moyu put the rice paper back on the table and glanced at him.

"Why don't you hurry up, Dad asked me to finish copying more than a dozen strategies of war today, if I was late, will you be punished for me?"

Dugu Jian with a blank face: Are we still taking the blame for you?Master, have a conscience.

Thinking this way in my heart, I turned my head and ran away.

Dugu Moyu looked at his fast-moving back and nodded in satisfaction.

Turning to look at the other door god, he raised his hand and yanked the bell.

jingle--

Dugu Chou walked in with a wrinkled face, staring at him vigilantly.

"Master, are you planning something again?"

Dugu Moyu shook his head righteously, without any shyness.

"Your young master, I am not the kind of person who steals, rapes and plays tricks. If Dad asks me to study, I will read, and if Dad asks me to copy books, I will copy books.

It's just that sometimes, it's really necessary to prepare something, after all, it's hard for a smart woman to cook without rice, and there's nothing I can do about it. "

Dugu Qiu squinted at him, almost crying.

"So what? You just sent Ah Jian to buy rice paper, what do you want me to do now?
Young master, you know, I also like to hang out with you.

I used to walk around the streets after the young lady all day long. Those days are so nostalgic.

But there is no other way now, the master asked us to watch you, if you make trouble again, we will be the first to be punished.

Young master, please take pity on A Jian and me, don't be such a fool, just read for a while in peace. "

The words are sincere, the listener sympathizes, and the hearer feels pity.

But the righteous master in front of him was unmoved and insisted on seeing the sky.

Dugu Moyu turned her head and snorted.

"I'm hungry, go get me something to eat, I don't have the strength, how can I copy books."

Duguchou thought for a while, but it was better to just go to the small kitchen than to go outside to make troubles, so he happily agreed immediately.

He hurriedly ran to the small kitchen, and finally came back with a plate of pastries.

"Master, the two-color horseshoe cake just made in the small kitchen this morning is delicious."

Dugu Moyu stretched out two fingers, picked up a piece, and put it down after taking a bite.

Duguchou wanted to cry but had no tears, "Little ancestor, what's wrong?"

Dugu Moyu shook his head with a look of disgust, "It's not tasty, it's too sweet."

Dugu Chou's face turned into an old cucumber, and he reluctantly picked up the plate.

Not long after she walked out the door, she saw Dugu Xuejiao approaching her, her eyes lit up, and she almost knelt on the ground.

The lady is here, the savior!God will not kill me!
(End of this chapter)