Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

"What are you doing here?"

Luo Qingzhi's voice suddenly came from behind, Song Qinglian quickly wiped the corners of her eyes secretly and said with a smile, "Nothing done."

Luo Qingzhi walked around in front of Song Qinglian, saw the candy Calabash in her hand, and smiled lightly.

"It turns out that the cat is stealing here, this is specially brought to you by Zhao Xue, and there is a big bag of candy over there.

"Well, thank you, Junior Sister, for me." Song Qinglian put the sugar Calabash back on the paper tape, her eyes couldn't figure it out.

"She's right in front of you, do you still need me to speak?" Luo Qingzhi crossed her arms around her chest, paused, and continued.

"...Song Qinglian, it's just the two of us now, I'll ask you a few questions, don't be shy, and tell the truth with your aunt.

Song Qinglian raised her eyebrows and asked curiously, "What's the problem? Why am I still shy?

Luo Qingzhi smiled and said a little awkwardly, "Do you... have someone you like? That is, your sweetheart?"

Song Qinglian's smile solidified at the corner of his mouth, and after a long time, the smile gradually disappeared.

She lowered her head, fiddled with the firecracker beside her, and said in a low voice, "Why do you ask that?

"You should know Ling Qingyun, the eldest disciple of your uncle Ling Yiting, who is two years younger than me, twenty-three this year, and half of us.

"I know this person very well, he is also very reliable in his work, and he is an absolute talent...

"I know all this, anyway I know him, so what?" Song Qinglian interrupted Luo Qingzhi.

"So? So...he's five years older than you, isn't he going to be good at this age? He can just take care of you and pamper you, and he is Ling Yiting's most promising eldest disciple, and his future is boundless. 39

"Besides, he told me before that he told you...

Although Xuan Lingzong cultivated Taoism, most of them were lay disciples, and only a few of them really did not intend to marry, just like Mu Yanwan in the twelve peaks of Xuantian.

After all, most of the ordinary disciples came from extraordinary backgrounds, and it is impossible to call their family a dead end.

So they were all allowed to become dao companions or get married directly with the people they liked, so many of Ling Yiting's male disciples pursued Song Qinglian generously.

Obviously, Luo Qingzhi was connecting with Ling Qingyun.

"That's his business, it has nothing to do with me." Song Qinglian's voice suddenly became cold, interrupting Luo Qingzhi again, getting up to leave.

Luo Qingzhi watched Song Qinglian leave, but did not stop her, but spoke again: "Qinglian... don't be angry, you should think about it.

Song Qinglian suddenly turned back, Luo Qingzhi thought she had changed her mind, she smiled, and was about to speak, when Song Qinglian took the package of candied fruit and sugar Calabash and turned around neatly and left, slamming a sentence:

"There are no doors."

Luo Qingzhi: "5

When it was time for dinner, Song Hongli, Luo Qingzhi, Su Zhaoxue, and Song Qinglian all ate at the long table in the main hall.

Lingyun Peak, which was usually quite deserted, suddenly became crowded and lively.

On the long table, Song Hongli, who had been eating quietly, suddenly said, "Song Qinglian."

Song Qinglian hurriedly put away that hilarious expression and looked at Song Hongli seriously: "Yes, Master. 35

"My bedroom after dinner.

Song Qinglian's eyes filled with a smile: "Yes, Master. 35

After the meal, Song Qinglian really followed Song Hongli to his bedroom.

As Song Qinglian walked, she silently watched Song Hongli walking in front of her.

Master's black silk-like long hair, and the wide sleeves and long pendants that slowly drifted with the movement, like the newly falling snowflakes in early winter, gently stirred her heart.

Occasionally, the unique cold tea fragrance of Song Hongli came from the tip of her nose, which made Song Qinglian feel that if she just walks like this, this road will never end, and she is willing to walk like this for the rest of her life.

But it can never come true. Time will not be frozen due to someone's obsession, nor will it be reversed because of someone's regret.

Entering Song Hongli's bedroom, Song Hongli looked around, waved away all the maids, and sat on a chair beside him.

Song Qinglian sat down beside Song Hongli and asked, "Master, what did you ask me to do?"

Song Hongli took a sip from the teacup, looked up at Song Qinglian, and murmured a little: "You... didn't you mean to make lanterns with me after making dumplings?

Song Qinglian was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it, it seemed that this happened earlier.

Song Hongli pointed to the table opposite: "I asked someone to bring the bamboo and red cloth, you can do it now."

"Okay, but Master will also come and do it together."

Song Qinglian looked at Song Hongli and felt that the master at this time was very cute, a little awkward, and the auricle began to turn slightly red, which was really cute.

"Of course I... naturally have to do it too.

Song Hongli coughed twice, walked to the table where a dozen sundries were piled up, picked up two bamboo pieces, and looked at Song Qinglian.

Song Qinglian also came over and sat down. She asked Luo Qingzhi to teach her specifically, so although the technique of nesting bamboo slices is not mellow, it is also quite similar.

Song Hongli leaned slightly, watching the movements in Song Qinglian's hands intently, and doing the same in his own hands.

The wide cuffs embossed with white cranes slid down Song Hongli's wrist a little, Song Qinglian's eyes stayed on it from time to time, and he looked at it repeatedly for a while.

Snapped.

Song Hongli looked at the bamboo piece that was accidentally broken in his hand, and his ears began to turn red again.

Song Qinglian got up and walked to Song Hongli's side, picked up another piece of bamboo and put it in Song Hongli's hand, covering the back of Song Hongli's hand.

"Master, your strength is too great, you can bend like this...

Song Hongli woke up like a dream, the warm temperature on the back of his hand made him extremely uncomfortable, he withdrew his hand like a conditioned reflex: "I'll do it myself.

Song Qinglian's hand hung there awkwardly, the gloom in her eyes almost overflowing.

After a long time, she took it back and sat back to her own position.

After a while, Song Qinglian said leisurely: "Master, why is it that I am getting bigger and bigger, but you are getting more and more distant from me?

"You should keep your distance when you are old." Song Hongli replied solemnly.

Song Qinglian smiled again.

She's not as good as the little brat who didn't know anything back then.

She worked so hard to forget food and sleep. Over the years, in order to fulfill the promise she made to protect her master, she did not dare to rest or play. She practiced swords until her palms were covered with a layer of calluses.

She was afraid that she was immature, she was afraid that her own temperament would be annoying, so when she suffered any grievances, she broke her teeth and swallowed it in her stomach, and she didn't even dare to cry.

Sometimes Zhao Jingjing sees her going out every night to practice swordsmanship, and she doesn't get enough sleep, so she persuades her to stop her.

But as long as she thinks of the master, she thinks of the powerlessness that she can't do anything with the master.

As long as she has not vomited blood, she is not qualified to stop.

No one knows how many times she has worked hard on the main peak over the years, only she herself knows how much sweat and blood she has shed.

She did all this for the sake of Master.

But the growth brought by such hardships has been replaced by the growing estrangement of the master.

Is it true that she is not as good as the child a few years ago?