villain mentor

Chapter 60
The fatigue of the day made Nan Ke fall asleep quickly.

Suddenly there was a sound, and he opened his eyes alertly.

Then he saw an infinitely magnified face.

Push Qionghua's face away.

"Why don't you sleep at night?"

"Can't sleep." Qionghua spread the mattress she carried on the ground.

"If you have a bed but don't sleep, you have to sleep on the ground with me, looking for abuse."

"I dare not sleep. As soon as I close my eyes, I feel that I have returned to Mount Pao, and escaping is just a dream."

"You've already escaped, don't think so much, go to sleep, you'll have nothing left after you sleep."

"You're already out."

Nan Ke lay back on the bed, looking at the cracked beams.

"Let it go, after all." After thinking about it, he choked back the words.

"After all, the future will be even better, right?" Qiong Hua's lips curled into a peaceful smile.

"After all, what you will suffer in the future may be much more painful than what you are suffering now. When you think back later, maybe the time in Pashan may become a relatively good memory in your life."

The smile on Qionghua's face froze instantly.

"Special."

I thought this guy would finally comfort people.

"Sleep, sleep, don't think too much, delay sleep time."

"I can't sleep." Qionghua stubbornly hugged the blanket and refused to fall asleep. She hugged her own pillow and slowly got up.

His chin rested on the side of the bed, those two big black eyes stared at Qionghua like copper bells.

"What are you doing?" Nan Ke opened his eyes, grabbed his own pillow, and was always ready to beat Qiong Hua out.

"Tell me a story. When I was a child and couldn't sleep, my father would always tell me a story." Qionghua's big eyes were filled with pleading.

"It's easy, you go to Jiang Jizhou, no, you don't even need to look for him, just find an inner disciple and ask her to give you a sound transmission incense, find your father, and ask him to order a sound transmission letter to tell you a story .”

"My royal father is busy with state affairs all day long, and he is probably still busy with state affairs at this time. If I take a break at this point, I will disturb her now, and I will feel even more sorry."

"Then what do you want to do, little ancestor?" Nan Ke became impatient.

"You tell me stories?"

"What!" Nan Ke stood up from the bed in shock.

"You tell me a story, or I'll just look at you like this."

"Close your eyes, don't talk, don't think about it and you'll fall asleep soon."

"No, you tell me a story."

Nan Ke lifted the quilt and got in.

"I can never tell you a story."

After half a candle.

Nan Ke got out of the quilt because it was too stuffy.

"I'll only tell one, and you'll have to fall asleep after I've finished."

"Okay." Qionghua nodded in satisfaction.

"Once upon a time there was a princess who had a pure blood, so she was betrothed to the most noble prince in the whole world since she was a child."

"Does the prince mean the prince?" Qionghua's big eyes were full of curiosity.

"Yes."

"I've heard this old story many times, either the princess has a stepmother who is jealous of her and wants to kill her so she won't be with the prince, or there's a vicious woman who shows up and wants to separate her from the prince. Prince, at last the two of them are happily together again."

"Why does the princess have to be with the prince in the story?"

Over the years, I have listened to a lot of storytellers, telling all kinds of strange stories, but as long as the stories are about women, there will always be men appearing in full force.

The stories of Yingying and Yanyan are nothing more than that, and even their own stories are said to be hatred because of love.

"Oh, then what you said is rather novel. Could it be that the princess fell in love with the general of her own country and decided to elope with the general, so she regretted her marriage with the prince. The prince disagreed, and then she had a sadomasochistic relationship."

Nan Ke resisted the urge to beat Qiong Hua.

"What we are going to tell today is not a love story."

"Hey, that's so boring." Qionghua waved his hand. "Don't listen, don't listen, change one for another."

He grabbed the ear of Qionghua who was about to drill into the floor.

"No, you have to listen to this."

"Well, you go on, you have to tell something interesting, or you'll have to tell me two stories."

"You said that you, a princess who has been on the battlefield for so many years, act like a little girl and only like to listen to romance."

"You are biased." Qiong Hua frowned. "It's precisely because this princess has been on the battlefield for too long that she is full of yearning for the wind, flowers, snow and moon. Like the kind of little girl who is tired of watching the wind, flowers and snowy nights, but likes to listen to some interesting things about the battlefield. That's fresh."

"It makes sense."

"Go on, don't get away, this princess is listening."

"His Royal Highness, from childhood to adulthood, all the education she has received is how to be the wife of that prince. You, how to assist that prince and how to become an excellent queen, everyone taught her what to do. But no one told her why she did it."

"Actually, she doesn't like piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, she likes dancing with knives and guns."

There was a click outside the door.

"who."

Nan Ke vigilantly opened the door with spiritual force.

Qi Xiuyuan stood at the gate holding a pot of tea.

"Are you hungry?"

"Why don't you sleep in the middle of the night?" Nan Ke raised his eyebrows, and suddenly a gleam of joy appeared between his brows. "Could it be that your kid finally has a bad heart?"

"What a bad idea, I just thought that you ate too much noodles tonight, and your stomach will be flatulent, so I made you some tea to help digestion."

He strode towards the hall and put the tea on the table.

"Qinghua, why are you here?"

"Then what happened later." Qionghua cupped her cheeks, directly ignoring Qi Xiuyuan's words, now she was only interested in the princess who resembled herself a bit.

"Later, she entered the mountain gate just like you and learned spiritual methods. She was very smart, so smart that she almost surpassed her fiancé. Gradually, everyone no longer regarded her as her fiancé, and began to regard her as an excellent Her father told her that if she can beat her fiancé in the spiritual competition, he will make a kite for her and accompany him to fly the kite." Nan Ke's eyes were mixed with a touch of sadness.

Qionghua, who was immersed in the story, didn't notice.

But this sadness completely fell into Qi Xiuyuan's eyes.

"And then, did she win!"

"That princess is indeed very smart, but there is still a big gap between her and her fiancé. She pesters Master to practice day and night, but the master told her that with her current skill, she still can't win against her fiancé."

"Then she lost?" Qionghua's bright eyes instantly dimmed.

　Listen to Good Luck 37 times in a loop to eliminate frustration.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)