Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

Su Zhaoxue turned into a human figure when she heard that there was food to eat.

In the form of a human Su Zhaoxue, her body was covered in red clothes, her silver hair fluttered, and under her slender jade neck, a piece of crisp breasts was like a creamy white jade, half-covered, and her waist was tied tightly, but she didn't even have a grip.

A pair of long, hydrated and well-proportioned legs are exposed, and even the beautiful lotus feet are silently enchanting, sending out a tempting invitation.

Su Zhaoxue's attire is undoubtedly extremely glamorous, but compared to her demeanor, it seems to be much inferior.

Her big eyes are smiling and charming, the water covers the ground and the ground is full of charm.

This is a woman who exudes seductiveness from the bottom of her heart. She seems to be seducing men all the time and affecting the nerves of men.

Su Zhaoxue fixed her gaze on Song Hongli's profile, and an indescribable smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

She didn't stick to Song Hongli in every possible way and chatted non-stop as she did when she was a child, but just watched Song Hongli quietly for a while, and lowered her head to eat with a deeper smile.

Luo Qingzhi said while eating: "There are still two days before New Year's Eve, Xuan Lingzong usually doesn't live such a lively day, we Ling Yunfeng have a good time.

"In the past few years, I have been busy going down the mountain to do errands, and Qing Lian is busy studying at the main peak. It is rare to get together like this."

Then Luo Qingzhi said: "But senior brother, feel at ease, I brought enough New Year's goods when I came back from the mountain a few days ago, and there are so many red paper firecrackers. 39

"Since it's only two days and the time is a little tight, the senior brother will go to write the couplet, and Song Qinglian and I will go to make dumplings, and we will divide the labor.

Su Zhaoxue smiled and said, "Sister-in-law thinks very well, it is interesting that we should do these things ourselves."

"Zhaoxue always thinks that ready-made ones are boring, so only the cannonballs are ready-made. I have to carry lanterns on New Year's Eve. I have prepared a lot of bamboo strips and red cloth. Let's make our own and see who does it well."

Su Zhaoxue looked excited when she thought of this rare New Year's Eve meeting.

Song Hongli was silent for a long time, then raised his eyes slightly, and a cold voice sounded: "What about me?"

Silence for a while.

Song Qinglian looked embarrassed, thought for a while, and said, "Master, you... just sit there and watch us do it...

Luo Qingzhi took it carelessly and said, "Yes, senior brother, you can't do anything, just like a Buddha, you're done with us..."

Song Hongli coldly glanced at Luo Qingzhi, his voice soft and oppressive: "Say it again."

Song Qinglian picked up a big bun and stuffed it into Luo Qingzhi's mouth, until Luo Qingzhi was speechless, her face flushed, and she stared at Song Qinglian angrily.

Song Qinglian took another sweet and sour ball and put it into Song Hongli's bowl with a comforting tone.

"Master, when I finish making dumplings, let's make lanterns together."

Song Hongli glanced at Song Qinglian, neither big nor small.

After a long time, Song Hongli didn't touch the ball, as if he would be disgraced.

Song Qinglian's eyes drifted over from time to time, seeing that Song Hongli gave Su Zhaoxue the balls he gave him, his eyes became a little dim.

After the meal, Song Hongli went back to the main hall and read the book quietly.

After watching for a while, his eyes were a little sore, Song Hongli raised his head and looked around, the scroll hanging on the wall suddenly jumped into his eyes.

It was painted by Song Qinglian with his right hand, and it took several years to complete the painting.

Song Hongli was just thinking about Song Qinglian when Song Qinglian walked into the main hall.

Song Qinglian had already taken off the red fur robe, and was wearing a light moon-white long gown inside. The cuffs were rolled up to the elbows, and both hands were covered with white flour.

Song Hongli stopped her: "Qinglian, what are you doing?"

Song Qinglian smiled brightly, changed her route and walked towards Song Hongli: "I just made dumplings with Junior Sister Zhaoxue, but I forgot to order something, I want to go inside to get it."

Song Hongli hummed, saw Song Qinglian walking straight towards him, and said, "You have flour on your hands, dirty, don't get too close to me. 35

Song Qinglian was stunned and looked at her own hand: "Dirty? It's not dirty, it's quite white. Master, you love cleanliness too much.

Song Hongli coughed lightly, raised his teacup and drank tea.

Seeing Song Hongli staring at the teacup, Song Qinglian smiled slyly, took advantage of this moment, and reached out to quickly wipe Song Hongli's face.

Song Hongli's white and refined face was immediately stamped with a white flour mark.

He raised his brows slightly, as if he couldn't believe that Song Qinglian was so bold, and stared at Song Qinglian in disbelief.

Song Qinglian smiled, with a scorchingly beautiful smile, and while laughing, she took small steps to escape quickly.

Song Hongli was stunned for a while, then took out his handkerchief and wiped his face clean.

Immediately, he put down the book, got up, and walked towards the kitchen.

Brat, if you don't settle accounts with you, can you still ride on your Master's head?

In the kitchen, Luo Qingzhi was busy kneading the dough in her hand, and there was a lot of white flour on her face.

......・ ask for flowers・

Song Qinglian was beside her, stirring a bowl of minced meat in her hand.

"Nephew, you are at the main peak, how have you been learning during this time?" Luo Qingzhi asked while rubbing.

"Very good, there is progress from time to time, swordsmanship has been mentioned in the sixth floor."

Song Qinglian replied.

"At your age, it's already very good to reach the sixth floor. There are only nine floors in total, and my brother and I have only reached the eighth floor."

"Since you're like this, I'm relieved to have the Sword Trial Tournament in March. At that time, you must win everyone beautifully and give Ling Yunfeng a long face. 35

Song Qinglian smiled: "Yes, definitely."

Suddenly, Song Qinglian smiled incredulously and put down the bowl in his hand: "I'm going to cut the green onion, Senior Sister, you are too strong, but you can knead it lightly, and then force it harder, and you will rub the panel through."

Luo Qingzhi blushed, grabbed a handful of flour and rushed over to Song Qinglian: "You dare to make fun of me!"9

Song Qinglian dodged lightly, narrowly avoiding the handful of flour.

The cluster of flour flew straight back, and Song Qinglian dodged away, revealing Song Hongli who had just come in behind.

Luo Qingzhi felt bad, but fortunately, she could not see when her eyes were closed.

Song Hongli reacted very quickly this time. When the flour was about to touch her face, he waved his sleeves, and all the flour was swept over to Su Zhaoxue who was snickering.

"Master!" Song Qinglian exclaimed in shock.

Song Hongli glanced at her lightly, and smiled at the corner of his eyes: "What?

Seeing this, Luo Qingzhi breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately it didn't spread to the senior brother, and quickly said, "Senior brother, senior brother, why are you here?"

"I'm bored, come here to have a look." Song Hongli glanced at the kitchen furniture.

Su Zhaoxue was busy shaking the white layer of flour on her body, like a snowman who had just rolled out of the snow, and said angrily, "Senior sister, it's all your fault! I just changed my clothes today! 35

Song Qinglian was speechless, heaven sees it, can this be entirely her fault?

It wasn't her who threw it, she just avoided it, and Shizun waved it up with her own hands!

Song Hongli looked at Su Zhaoxue, who had been shaking her clothes, and walked away secretly, for fear that the flour would get on her body.

Su Zhaoxue saw Song Hongli's small movements sharply, didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Master! 35

Song Hongli didn't seem to see her, so he asked Song Qinglian, "Is there anything I can do?

Song Qinglian hurriedly said, "There are some dishes that have just been washed over there. Master, just go and dry them."

After all, she didn't have the guts to find any complicated work for Song Hongli.

·pill.