After I traveled through the book, my sister kidnapped my mother

After Wen Zhimiao finished drawing his own, he had nothing to do so he reached out and drew a line on Bian Ruitong's face.

Bian Ruitong was not convinced and wanted to retaliate on the spot.

Wen Zhimiao dodged left and right, and the two of them started to quarrel. In the end, Wen Zhimiao accidentally smeared the paint on his fingers onto Duan Jiling's face.

She tried her best but still failed to withdraw her hand in time.

Wen Zhimiao quickly withdrew his hand: "Sorry, sorry."

Duan Jiling smiled and shook his head: "It's okay."

Wen Zhimiao was just about to tease Bian Ruitong, but Duan Jiling drew a line on her face: "It's even."

Bian Ruitong had been playing with her for so long, but there was no mark left on Wen Zhimiao's face. But now after Duan Jiling painted on it, a green mark suddenly appeared on the flawless little face.

Wen Zhimiao thought that he and Duan Jiling were not that familiar with each other, so he could only touch his nose awkwardly: "Okay, we're even."

She forgot there was paint on her fingertips, and it got directly on her nose.

Everyone at the table couldn't help laughing when they looked at her.

"You're so cute." Duan Jiling said with a smile.

He casually drew a little figure of Wen Zhimiao on his mask.

"This is a gift for you. Can I be friends with you?" Duan Jiling asked with a smile.

Bian Ruitong scratched his head beside him: "Why is she the only one who has it?"

Wen Zhimiao:......

Duan Jiling also laughed: "Then I will draw for you too."

She has a good temper.

Except for Qi Linglang and Zheng Shu, the other three were scribbling. Duan Jiling, with her outgoing nature, was able to blend in with them and by the time it was over, she was already very familiar with them.

Qi Linglang and Zheng Shu could even chat with her.

After that, Duan Jiling said she would treat them to dinner.

Wen Zhimiao was shameless and said with a smile: "Can I ask two friends to come with me?"

Duan Jiling nodded and said, of course.

Wen Zhimiao turned around and said to the guards behind him: "Go and ask Master Ji and Princess Sister to come over."

"Princess?" Duan Jiling looked at Wen Zhimiao in surprise.

Wen Zhimiao chuckled: "My mother and Prince Shun are close friends."

In front of Yun Zhou, she would never call her mother, but Yun Zhou was not around, so she could just say it casually.

Qi Linglang glanced at Wen Zhimiao thoughtfully.

The mother that Miaomiao was talking about was definitely not Her Majesty, so could it be Censor Yun?

Zheng Shu quietly approached Qi Linglang: "I think it's okay to call you that."

Qi Linglang couldn't help laughing.

Bian Ruitong ate the small dessert given to her and looked at the two curiously: "What are you laughing at?"

Qi Linglang coughed lightly and shook her head gently: "It's okay."

Wen Zhimiao walked to the window and lazily looked at the people coming and going outside.

"Hey, that guy's dressed so funny." Wen Zhimiao looked at a guy on the street who was wearing strange clothes. He had a big beard and his clothes were funnier than those of a monkey in the mountains. But judging by the fabric he was wearing, he didn't look like he was short of money.

She wore a silk skirt, a furry fur around her waist, a pink belt, a wooden hairpin and a pink hair accessory on her head, and her face was smeared with strange paint, making it look like a funny smiling face.

Wen Zhimiao inexplicably thought of the funny expressions in his previous life and suddenly started laughing.

She looked at the man, then made a funny expression at Duan Jiling.

The two of them made faces at each other, like two childish ghosts.

Before the food was served, Wen Zhimiao went to get paper and pen, drew a ghost face and pasted it on Duan Jiling's face.

There was a musician playing accompaniment in the private room, and as the two of them were making a fuss, Duan Jiling pulled Wen Zhimiao and started dancing.

It was a dance from their tribe. Wen Zhimiao had good coordination and started dancing along with them.

When Shi Wanyue and Wen Ke came over, they saw the two of them making a fuss. Bian Ruitong supported her chin and looked at them. Qi Linglang and Zheng Shu sitting next to them seemed to not want to face them.

An introvert's life is dominated by his overly extroverted friends.

Shi Wanyue and Wen Ke stood at the door, looking at the two noisy people.

Duan Jiling and Wen Zhimiao were playing together, and her arms unconsciously wrapped around Wen Zhimiao's waist.

Although it was only for a moment, Wen Zhimiao immediately stepped back when he noticed it.

In fact, she doesn't really like having overly intimate physical contact with people.

Wen Zhimiao turned around and saw Shi Wanyue and Wen Ke.

"Sister, you are here?" Wen Zhimiao let go of Duan Jiling's hand without hesitation and walked directly towards Shi Wanyue.

Shi Wanyue looked at her dirty face and said, "How did it become like this? It's like a tabby cat."

Wen Zhimiao winked at Shi Wanyue and said, "Since you don't care about me, let's just play by ourselves."

Shi Wanyue pulled her towards the wash basin and wet a towel to wipe her face: "Didn't I care about you at that time? Wasn't I coordinating disaster relief matters with the princess? You were the first to be a hands-off manager."

Listening to Shi Wanyue's helpless words, Wen Zhimiao muttered softly: "I don't understand, why don't you discuss it with the princess sister?"

When Wen Ke heard her words, he laughed and said, "Sister Wanyue is very capable. Maybe she can win the top prize this year."

"That's right, sister will definitely win the top spot." Wen Zhimiao agreed with her.

“The princess is also very capable. Prince Shun is seriously ill, but the princess is still able to manage Nanshao so well. She is much better than me.” Shi Wanyue was polite and modest.

But when Wen Zhimiao heard Shi Wanyue praising Wen Ke with some appreciation, he just felt jealous.

"Oh, of course both sisters are very powerful." Wen Zhimiao curled his lips.

Shi Wanyue continued to wipe her face, not understanding why she suddenly became unhappy.

"It's okay. Miaomiao is also very good. She can learn a dance after watching it once. I have been learning it for a long time." Duan Jiling looked at Wen Zhimiao with a smile.

"I also think Miaomiao is pretty amazing." Although Bian Ruitong didn't know whether Wen Zhimiao was pretending to be stupid or making a fuss, she just complimented Wen Zhimiao when Duan Jiling praised her.

Anyway, this guy has had a thick filter for Wen Zhimiao since he was a child, and always feels that whatever Wen Zhimiao does is right when it comes to serious matters.

Wen Zhimiao raised his chin with some pride: "That's right, mother always praises me for being smart."

Hearing this, Wen Ke chuckled and shook his head calmly.

Qi Linglang and Zheng Shu saw this. Zheng Shu leaned towards Qi Linglang, sticking his whole body to Qi Linglang. On the one hand, he felt a little awkward because of the presence of Wen Ke, and on the other hand, he felt that the scene was weird.

The princess and Wanyue just praised each other, and Miaomiao seemed really unhappy.

At this moment, seeing Shi Wanyue's lips corners change from rising to falling, she also found it quite strange.

Qi Linglang held her hand and took a fruit to feed her.

He whispered to her, "Leave them alone."

Zheng Shu nodded slightly and relaxed a little.

After Shi Wanyue helped Wen Zhimiao wipe her face, Duan Jiling said she wanted to wipe it too.

Wen Zhimiao was about to sit down with Shi Wanyue, but Duan Jiling asked her if she had wiped it clean.

Hearing her question, Wen Zhimiao turned around and helped her look.

As a result, no matter how she pointed, Duan Jiling couldn't wipe off the last dot of paint on the edge of the chin.

Wen Zhimiao had to help her wipe it herself.

Shi Wanyue's face unconsciously darkened. She lowered her eyes and took a sip of tea before she could barely suppress the surging emotions in her heart.

Qi Linglang and Zheng Shu didn't dare to look at her for too long.

Although I wasn't quite sure what was going on, I could still feel that my friend who I grew up with was angry.