Chapter 235 Su Nuxia, long time no see
[Madam misses you so much]
Whether it is literal or connotative, the meaning of these words is something Qin Lang cannot underestimate. of.
What's more, this is a message sent by a third person. Qin Lang, who was not able to see Princess Qingli for the first time, now sees the maid Tao'er crying. It's really hard to imagine. What was Su Yinping's situation? His heart suddenly became anxious, and he couldn't help but lift his legs and walk out of the princess's mansion.
But after taking two steps, he stopped and turned to look at Gu Jin and Su Yupan.
"I..."
"What else is there for you and me! Why don't you go quickly!"
Gu Jin stamped her foot and pushed Qin Lang's back with both hands, even wanting to give him a butt directly. Give me a kick.
At this time, he still has to worry about other women...isn't he stupid...
Miss Sumire cursed in her heart.
After all, her relationship with Su Yinping is also very deep.
But having said that, in my subconscious, was it really that I was just indifferent to Qin Lang's small turn back, and did not feel so relieved about it...?
There must be some.
At least Su Yupan also has it.
"Viola."
"Your Majesty?"
"You should go and have a look too."
"Eh?"
Gu Jin was slightly startled:
"Your Majesty, don't you..."
"The silver bottle is very good. I have already found out about it, so I won't..."
The empress pursed her lips gently, and her mind flashed to the deep look on Qin Lang's face just now when he heard the news about his sister. of concern and distress.
“…”
As a result, my heart felt slightly sour for no reason, and I could not say the word "disturbing".
“Go ahead, I have been ‘in seclusion’ for many days and it’s time to return to the palace early.”
"Yes."
Gu Jin naturally did not speculate too much on the emperor's thoughts, and walked into the princess's mansion as ordered.
"Your Majesty, Tao'er will find someone to prepare carriages and horses right now."
"No, you can go back too, I...go back alone."
"Oh Oh, yes..."
The empress fluttered her sleeves and walked away, seemingly using some mysterious steps. It seemed like she took a leisurely step, but in fact she was a few feet away in the blink of an eye, and soon she disappeared in the direction of the palace.
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The other side.
Zhiya——
It was late at night, and Master Qianju, who was specially guarding the princess, was not here, so with Qin Lang’s half-step master-level Qinggong, it was easy for him to enter. He arrived at Su Yinping's boudoir in a no-man's land and opened the door.
The beauty of the furnishings and beds in the house were all in Qin Lang's eyes, but Qin Lang had no intention of admiring it. He sniffed the air and saw the scent of sandalwood, but the smell of Su Yin Ping in his memory was very weak. He walked around the emerald screen and saw that there was nothing behind the silk curtain. silhouette.
"Qin...Qin Shaoxia! Huh...huh...Qin Shaoxia——!"
Qin Langzheng was confused. He clearly followed the path pointed by Tao'er and shouldn't have gone wrong.
As a result, the panting little maid behind her held up her skirt and trotted after her, out of breath:
"Qin... Qin Shaoxia, you are so fast. Ah..."
"..."
Qin Lang's eyebrows twitched subconsciously, and Tao'er, who had read poetry and books, immediately waved her hand, adding a layer of embarrassment to her already red face:
"Ah! Tao'er didn't mean to say that Qin Shaoxia is not good! Qin Shaoxia is tall and tall, and he is also a master of martial arts. At first glance, he can tell that he is very durable..."
"..."
Qin Lang's eyebrows trembled even more.
Is this little girl okay?
Thinking of a certain Dabo woman, why do you feel that the maids these days are not very serious?
Forget it, Qin Lang was too lazy to chat with the little Huaichun girl at this age and asked directly:
"Where is the silver bottle?"
"Yes! Madam! Young Hero , Tao'er just wants to tell you that Madam hasn't stayed in the boudoir for a long time."
"Huh? Where does she live?"
"Madam, she... usually lives in the study room, and has lived there for a long time..."
...
Qin Lang frowned , clenched his fist and let go.
A good princess doesn't enjoy the glory and wealth honestly, and doesn't live in a good boudoir, so why should she live in a study? What the hell is she doing?
"Where is the study?"
"Over there! Next to the back garden, just walk to the end!"
Tao'er pointed the direction again, Qin Lang stepped a little closer, and soon there was no one there again .
Taoer wanted to follow her again, but was patted on the shoulder by a hand.
"Senju-sama?"
"Let him... go alone."
"Oh..."
...
When Qin Lang arrived at the study, this time, as soon as he opened the door, Qian Qian The familiar fragrance rushes to the tip of the nose.
At this moment, Qin Lang's heart relaxed as if he had gained instant peace.
Stepping into the threshold, the first thing he saw was an expensive bookcase that fit the status of Princess Qingli. The first time Qin Lang saw it, he was attracted by the drawing paper on it.
"This is..."
The scroll that is spread out horizontally is not a highly completed painting, but the faces of people lined up in a row.
This seemingly random drawing method is quite suitable as a comic strip practice.
Front side.
Joy, anger, sorrow and joy.
Distribute strands of hair. Every face on the scroll is the same man, Qin Lang.
“…”
When his fingertips touched the portraits, the corners of Qin Lang’s lips slightly raised involuntarily, and what emerged in his mind was that man with resolute eyes. The beautiful woman is waving a pear knife in the morning light, her pretty face is covered with beads of sweat, she looks chic and hardworking.
After a long time, although Qin Lang didn't know how her martial arts training was going, or how far she had come from the dream of being a great master in her heart, at least now she found...
Her painting... turned out to be like this OK.
Could it be that she is actually the type who is good at writing but not at martial arts?
Qin Lang was quite surprised by this.
But what’s even more surprising is that there seems to be more than one scroll on the table.
"Huh?"
He slowly rolled up the first piece of drawing paper, and sure enough, there was another one underneath.
There are also several portraits of Qin Lang. Some of the postures are repeated from the first one, and some are not.
Roll up another one, and there is a third one below.
There is still a row of "Qin Lang", but this time, the quality of the painting seems to be slightly inferior to the one on the top.
Next came the fourth and fifth pictures...
Qin Lang was more and more shocked as he turned over the desk. He originally thought that the desk was very thick, but when he turned over it, he discovered that the reason why the desk felt thick when he pressed it was because It's entirely because there are one or two hundred scrolls on it!
As for the new works that go up, the painting skills are obviously better.
The older works go down, the more jerky they become.
In the end, Qin Lang simply turned to the first one, and the look of surprise on his face became even more amusing and weird.
On the first scroll, it looked like a child's graffiti, with a round pig's head drawn and two words "Qin Lang" written randomly on the left.
Just looking at the painting, Qin Lang could imagine a certain princess at that time, with her sleeves rolled up and her pen clutched, looking resentful and resentful.
It turns out that, just like martial arts, she is not naturally good at anything.
But it's still the same as martial arts, she practices hard every day.
In the days when Qin Lang was away, she still did what she was best at, which was [persistence].
Keep practicing martial arts.
Keep practicing painting.
She insists on missing the sweetheart who promised her to come to the capital to find her.
“Hmm…”
“!”
An extremely subtle murmur sounded in his sleep, and Qin Lang turned his head and looked towards the right side of the study room.
There is a faint candlelight there.
In front of a narrow soft couch, two silver-white embroidered shoes rested quietly on the ground. On the soft couch, a soft body wearing a green skirt was curled up slightly, with the hem of the skirt curled up slightly. A pair of beautiful feet were wrapped in white socks, like the two snow-white hind paws exposed by a little rabbit lying in its nest.
“…”
How dare this guy sleep here like this every day?
Qin Lang's expression was speechless, but his heart felt warm and painful.
Because he had seen the thick stack of paintings, he had probably guessed why this stupid princess did not sleep in the boudoir and insisted on staying in the study every day...
Qin Lang tiptoed over, not daring to wake up the sleeping beauty, and then carefully sat down next to the beauty's pillow. Seeing that the elegant bun on the back of her head looked a little messy due to lack of care, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand and slightly A flick.
"Well...Qin..."
"..."
She raised her beautiful eyebrows in her dream, and even started to scratch at random with one of her jade hands. Qin Lang subconsciously reached out again and pinched her cold fingers in his palm.
It was raining on the way to the capital, and it was also raining outside now. The study was not well protected from the wind, but she foolishly wanted to sleep here.
Even though I have a thick blanket on my body, my hands are still frozen when I am restless while dreaming.
"...Lang..."
Her murmurings sounded again. Qin Lang lowered his head and looked at her pretty face that was exactly the same as the empress's, but he didn't know why, even if she didn't need to open her eyes. With my eyes, I can always feel the aura that belongs exclusively to my sister Su Yinping, not to my sister Su Yupan.
...
Qin Lang just squeezed her fingers gently and leaned slightly on the armrest, preparing to wake her up in silence first.
“Huh?”
However, before closing his eyes to relax, Qin Lang also discovered a strange thing placed in front of the soft couch.
“Pen holder? Why put it here?”
A jade pen holder was actually placed on the ground, with four or five brushes thrown inside.
Qin Lang picked one up and looked at it. It was a very soft hair. It was brand new. There was indeed no ink stain on it.
You can rub the tip of the pen with your fingers. It is wet and sticky, and you don’t know what it is. It is full. When you take it out of the pen holder, it seems to have a long strip. water silk.
Hiss...
Is this paste?
But it doesn’t seem to be as thick as paste...
And the smell...
Qin Lang asked, there was an indescribable fishy sweetness on the brush, but it was different from the smell of blood. The key is It has a very strong Su Yin Ping unique body fragrance, which overall smells pretty good.
Qin Lang really didn't know why these pens were placed in front of the couch, so he honestly put them back where they were and began to meditate.
……
Until the next day, after a night of wind and rain, the sun shone brightly.
“Ha—well…”
Qingli Princess Su Yinping woke up from a somewhat sad dream as usual, rubbed her sleepy eyes and the faint wet marks at the corners of her eyes, Then the whole person suddenly realized that something was wrong, grabbed the pear knife next to him, and turned over.
However, when she saw clearly the smiling face sitting next to her, as if he had come out of her dream, the pear knife in her hand fell down with a clang.
“Morning.”
Qin Lang looked at the lost and beautiful woman in front of him, whose eyelashes were gradually trembling more and more fiercely. He slowly raised his hands and made a fist:
"Nvxia Su, long time no see."
(End of this chapter)