The woman is not very virtuous, and the handsome man touches her hard

Gu Kuang was not as docile in front of the Prime Minister as he was in front of Su Qianou.

"Who is the Prime Minister asking?"

"You asked knowingly."

"I don't understand what the Prime Minister is saying at all!"

The young man's hair covered his eyebrows, and his eyes gradually darkened, as if he were staring at someone with a mad dog's fierce gaze. "I'm here to see Master Lin!"

"Minister Lin is not here."

"Then General Ji will do too."

"He's not here either."

Jian Yulou closed his little notebook, sat up straight and calmly, his eyes full of determination to win.

"You have no choice but to tell me!"

Gu Kuang turned around and walked out.

Behind him, Jian Yulou's casual voice sounded: "If she knew that you ignored her orders, do you think she would chase you away?"

Gu Kuang stopped.

Turn around sharply.

His terrifying eyes seemed to regard Jian Yulou as prey, ready to pounce and bite him at any time.

But he forced himself to hold back. He hadn't done what his sister asked him to do, and he was worried that he would be driven away by his sister.

Walking back to the desk, he grabbed a pen and paper and drew the route to Qingyun Village, and then recounted the conversation between the bandits.

Jian Yulou had a perfect smile on his lips and a kind attitude.

"I understand. Thank you for protecting the princess!"

Gu Kuang's eyes turned cold!

Who does he think he is?

How could someone who hadn't even earned the right to receive the exclusive mark express gratitude on her behalf?!

Gu Kuang glanced at Jian Yulou with a fierce look, then turned and left, with a thin silk thread flashing with cold light passing between his fingertips.

The moment Gu Kuang left the room.

The desk in front of Jian Yulou suddenly broke into pieces and collapsed.

He sat on the stool, quietly looking at the mess in front of him, his gaze pausing for a few seconds on the cut inkstone.

That's the Jinchen Inkstone, which is as hard as steel...

He squatted down, picked up a piece of inkstone fragment and observed it, and found that the cut was smooth and flat.

Suddenly, he chuckled.

"What a mad dog!"

It’s true... He doesn’t recognize anyone except his master!

Do you think that if you destroy the map he won’t be able to find where Qingyun Village is?

He was hailed as a child prodigy since he was young. He wrote poems at the age of three and lyrics at the age of four. He could read ten lines of any book at a glance and remember everything he read.

When Gu Kuang was drawing the map just now, he memorized it with just a glance.

He stepped over the ruins in front of him and went straight to the study where Lin Yan was reviewing the files and began to plan this matter.

He needs to speed up.

Try to get to Qingyun Village before Lin Yanhui and Ji Cangbo come back!

It would be best to let Su Qianou discover for herself that Lin Yanhui and Ji Cangbo are nothing special.

And he is worth two!

……

This side of the cellar.

After Su Qianou drew 12 cards, she was in high spirits.

Zhuang Yumian finally couldn't help but break the silence first.

"You haven't eaten breakfast or lunch yet, so you won't eat dinner?"

Su Qianou swept the food on the table.

"Don't eat."

Zhuang Yumian frowned and advised her seriously, "Your body can't handle this. If you have a chance to escape, you won't be able to run far without the strength."

Su Qianou raised an eyebrow: "Lou, lou, lou, on the contrary, I think my body is stronger than yours, and I can run faster than you! You can eat my dinner together! It's happily decided!"

Leak, leak, leak?

The man sat upright, his lips pursed, his face still very pale.

"My name is Zhuang Yumian. Miss, please remember my name. It's the Yumian in 'Spring water is bluer than the sky, I sleep on a painted boat listening to the rain'! I hope you didn't carve the wrong character!"

Su Qianou: ...

What's the typo?

She thought about it and understood.

Could it be that he was planning to sacrifice himself to repay a favor, so that if he died, someone would carve a tombstone for him?

Su Qianou didn't feel sad at all.

He grinned happily.

"You know what? I have a bed made of a swing in my yard."

Zhuang Yumian didn't follow Su Qianou's jumping thoughts and subconsciously replied:

"what?"

"The swing bed in my house is of very good quality. It won't get wet even if it rains. It should be no worse than the painted boat!"

She stared at him intently with her eyes, her eyes full of stars and moons, and said with a double meaning: "I think it must be more pleasant to listen to the sound of rain sleeping on the swing bed."

The burning gaze and the words she said.

At this moment, Zhuang Yumian's heart skipped a beat.

He was puzzled.

Mo Ran's brows furrowed again.

The other party just said that he wanted to listen to the sound of rain on the swing bed, so why did he think that this had other meaning? It was really strange.

He felt that he was in a restless state of mind and was thinking too much.

Su Qianou deliberately glanced at Zhuang Yumian's ears several times and found that they were not red. She thought that this nerd might not have understood.

If Gu Kuang and Lin Yanhui were here, their ears would have turned red.

Zhuang Yumian said frankly: "Why did you suddenly bring up the swing bed, Miss?"

"I just remembered it when I saw you."

"I?"

"I think someone like you who is dull, conservative, and old-fashioned should be a contrast!"

Zhuang Yumian disagreed with her point of view.

He doesn't think he's a double-faced person.

Su Qianou snorted lightly, and happened to think in her heart: That's because you haven't been discovered yet.

"what's your name?"

"Su Qianou. My name doesn't mean I'm cunning. It's a love poem!"

"Love poem?"

Su Qianou just ranted in with a bunch of nonsense: "Yes, you know the idiom 荷断丝连 (root root broken silk connection) right? Those threads are all my love threads! Unending love threads, continuous friendship, isn't it a natural love poem?"

Zhuang Yumian: "Love is so deep that tears flow down my face. Who can I turn to to ease your sorrow?"

Su Qianou was stunned, "Ah, yes, that's it!"

"It's getting late, time to go to bed." Su Qianou got up, climbed onto the bed in two steps, and moved his butt inside.

"Come up!"

She even held out her arm, "Would you like to sleep on my arm tonight?"

Zhuang Yumian understood this straightforward invitation.

He looked slightly stunned.

"You know I'm a man, and you still dare to say that?"

Su Qianou smiled and said, "Why wouldn't I dare?! We slept together last night, and I've seen your body. I don't think you understand what's even more amazing."

The woman on the bed had dark hair spread out like silk, skin as white as jade, and smiling eyes, which made people's heart flutter.

"Come on, let's get under the quilt together and I'll tell you about Makka Baka."

Zhuang Yumian: ...

What is Macabaka?

He's saying some words I don't understand.

Su Qianou saw him sitting at the table without moving, and her eyes rolled. "When you had a fever last night, I heard a big secret. I think we still have a chance to escape from here..."

Zhuang Yumian's eyebrows twitched, and he was about to listen carefully, when he suddenly noticed that Su Qianou's voice was getting lower and lower.

This kind of thing really can't be said out loud.

So he got up and walked over.

Unexpectedly, the woman on the bed laughed and pulled him down on the bed.

The quilt was kicked by her feet, and it covered the two of them in an instant like a red scarf swung in the yangge dance.

She hooked her arm around him, looking sly.

"Zhuang Yumian, I told you you're a contrast, but you didn't believe me! You're proving it right now! You... have a stiff face, but a soft body!"